Make Nemo a sandwich

From this point on, our days are busy.

Nemo and I build the parts in her studio, and I help her install everything in airship's engines. Our renovations cost and immense amount of money, from purchasing parts to new gas. In addiction to the money everyone brings in, we end up having to use the entire sum of money we'd saved up to this point.

Nobody opposes the usage of the money, since winning the race is our only way of getting that key information. Because we're so on top of our expenditures, we actually end up falling slightly under the budget but the real problem is time.

The deadline is approaching, and we have to race against the clock.

It's as if we've already entered the race. If we relax out guard even a little bit, we won't be finished with the remodelling before the race begins.

Nemo and I spend our days under an immense amount of pressure.

Three days until the race.

Nemo told me to go ahead and go to sleep, but Nemo must still be working.

I can't sleep, knowing that she must still be hard any work. There has to be something I can do to help. I start to think this, and I get an idea, and leave my bed. After a while, I head behind the mansion.

It seems she's still working, as suspected. The sounds of her work are comforting to me, and I walk through the yard briskly. I see her from behind, and I stop myself from calling out to her.

It looks as if she's concentrating. "I guess this won't have enough power. Maybe I should thicken the wall and raise the pressure but that's too risky, no..." She seems to be mumbling to herself. The light from the lamp casts shadows across her face. I don't want to bother her, but I also want to get a closer look at her while she's so intent on something. "I'll have to completely rework the system and install another engine. It'll take some time, but that might work." Nemo suddenly raises her head, and our eyes meet. "Huh... Caleb?! Sorry, I didn't realise you were there!" She swiftly runs over and joins me at my side.

"Nemo, um..." I'm about to hand her the item I brought for her when a certain thought bubbles up.

What if she doesn't want it? "Hm? What's up? I thought you'd already gone to sleep. Oh, are you holding something behind you?" But Nemo's quick to notice that I have something.

I guess there's no use hiding it. "I brought you a late-night snack. A sandwich. I thought you might be hungry after working so hard. I know it looks..."

It really is a terrible-looking sandwich.

There's a world of different between this and what Nemo usually makes.

I had underestimated sandwich-making. I thought you just needed some bread and something to stick between it. While I stood there at a loss, Doreen happened by and helped me put it together somehow. I'll have to thank Doreen later.

"What, you made this for me? Really? Is this your plan to get on my good side? Heheh, is that what this is?" Nemo asks.

"Your good side? I don't know. You're just working so hard. I wanted to do something for you, even though it's just a little thing." Sadly, my result is just a hideous sandwich made using some vegetable scraps. I can't contain my disappointment, and my sadness clearly shows because Nemo stops and smiles at me.

"I see. That really makes me happy. Thanks! Why don't I take a little break, just to switch gears a little!" She tosses her equipment aside and starts climbing onto the studio's roof. "Come on up, Caleb. Let's sit by the edge here and eat together under the stars. It's pretty romantic!"

I climb up next to her. "Here you go." Seeing that Nemo has already started down, in hand her the sandwich with a bit of nervousness.

"Thank you for the meal." Nemo takes the sandwich from the basket without any hesitation and puts it up to her mouth.

"How is it? I don't think it's anything like the meals you make."

"This is great! This is the best sandwich I've ever had!"

I'm greatly relieved to hear her say that she enjoys the sandwich. "I'm glad!" I kiss Nemo on the lips.

Nemo begins to take off her clothes.

"Uh, Nemo? What are you doing?" I ask, feeling a bit confused as Nemo begins to undress herself in front of me.

"I'm getting comfortable," she replies with a smile, settling down onto the roof next to me.

I take off my clothes and lie on my back, spreading my legs out, giving Nemo a good view of my cock.

Nemo looks at my exposed member and licks her lips. "That's a nice cock you've got there," she says, crawling over to me. She runs her tongue over my cock.

I close my eyes, before I feel Nemo impales her pussy on my cock. Nemo's pussy feels amazing around my cock.

She begins to ride me, slowly at first but picking up speed.

"Oh fuck, yeah! That's it, Nemo!" I can't help but moan as she rides me. I hear her scream out.

Her moans of pleasure are music to my ears. I reach up and cup her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.

"Mmm, that feels good," she whispers, her breath hot against my neck. Her moans get louder. We roll over.

I am now on top of her. I hold her to the ground.

Nemo's face is flushed from exertion, her chest heaving.

The sensation is incredible, and I can feel myself getting closer to cumming.

Nemo leans in and kisses me passionately, her tongue dancing with mine as she continues to ride me.

As I continue to thrust into her, I feel my climax approaching. "Nemo, I'm gonna cum!" I warn her, but she just smiles and continues to ride me.

"Do it," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "I want you to cum inside me."

I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then I feel my control slipping away, and I can't help but obey her command.

Her pussy tightens around my cock, and I can feel my cum about to explode.

I begin to close in on an orgasm and cum into Nemo. Nemo's orgasm sends shockwaves through both of us, and I feel myself cum inside her. Nemo holds onto me tightly as she feels my hot seed filling her up. We collapse onto the roof, panting heavily.

"Wow," I gasp between breaths. "That was... intense."

The stars.

I remember Nemo mentioned them, and I look up at the sky.

There is a countless number of them sparkling in the pitch-black night.

"It's not that this sky is anything out of the ordinary, but looking up at the stars helps me when I'm stressed out." Nemo says this while she eats her sandwich beside me.

I remember what I wanted to ask her. It's rare that we're alone together, so maybe I should just do it now. "Nemo, there's something I've been working to ask you."

Nemo finishes her sandwich, and wipes her mouth before responding. "Hm? Oh, you want to know my type. I'd say it's a boy like you!"

"No! It's something else."

"Oh wow, what is it? I feel like I've been cut right in two. Oh, well. So, what do you want to ask me? Go on ahead, I'll answer anything. Ask away!"

I nod, encouraged by her smile. "You look like you have so much fun when you're working with machinery. What made you decide to become an engineer? Was there a reason for it?"

"A reason... The reason I became an engineer, huh..." Nemo looks up at the sky and starts speaking with a nostalgic tone of voice. "I have to say it was the submachine."

"The submachine?"

"Yeah. Of course, there were other reasons, and I gradually got into making things. But submarines were definitely a catalyst for it. I used to live in a submarine way below the ocean. That was beginning of Nemo, and the reason I decided to devote myself to becoming an engineer. It's a little embarrassing to talk about. Am I boring you with all this?"

"No, I'm really enjoying this. I feel like I've learned a little more about you. It makes me happy."

"Oh..."

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know. It's a little embarrassing when you're so honest and straightforward like that."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're worthy of respect."

Nemo starts to climb down from the roof, her face a little red.

I follow her down to the ground.

"Ahem! I did tell you earlier to go back to the mansion and go to bed. But why don't we work together for just a little while longer?" Nemo asks.

"That's fine with me." I say.

"All right! Your smiler charged me 100 percent!" Let's tackle whatever's left to do!" Nemo looks serious again. For some reason, seeing her like this makes me happy.