The weekend was supposed to be chill. No classes, no stress—just games and manga. But as you slowly blinked awake, still just in your joggers, the distant sounds of bickering and clattering snapped you out of your sleepy haze.

You stumbled out of bed, rubbing your eyes as you made your way toward the dorm’s small kitchen—only to be hit with a sight that made you stop dead in your tracks.

Momo and Aira.

Both of them stood in front of the stove, bare-legged, wearing long-sleeved shirts and nothing but tight panties.

Momo’s brownish-crimson eyes flickered toward you for a second before quickly darting away, but not before you caught how her breathing hitched slightly.

Aira, on the other hand, smirked. She was soaking in your reaction.

"Oh, finally awake?" she teased, her plump thighs shifting slightly, just enough for you to notice the way her panties clung to her.

Your gaze flickered to the table. Two plates. Two entirely different dishes.

You raised an eyebrow. "…What’s going on?"

Momo crossed her arms, her oversized shirt rising slightly, exposing more of her smooth thighs. ”We’re having a cooking competition."

Aira grinned, flipping her hair. "To see who’s the better wife, obviously."

Momo crossed her arms, her oversized shirt rising slightly, exposing more of her smooth thighs. ”We’re having a cooking competition."

Aira grinned, flipping her hair. ”To see who’s the better wife, obviously."

Your brain was still booting up. The only thing processing was the fact that they were both practically half-dressed in your dorm, looking insanely good, thighs clenching in a way that wasn’t exactly subtle.

Momo turned back to the stove, avoiding your gaze, but her posture was stiff. You could see how her fingers twitched slightly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "…So you both broke into my dorm for this?"

Aira giggled, moving to stand directly in front of you. "You should try mine first, though." Her hands subtly drifted to yours