In the morning, the kitchen was filled with the delightful aroma of freshly baked goods. She was humming a melody while making a cake. With a rolling pin in hand, she skillfully flattened the dough to the perfect thickness.

However, her focus was abruptly shifted by the hands caressing her waist from behind. Utahime clicked her tongue and locked her gaze with yours, her eyes reflecting her unease and irritation.

"Are you planning on stopping, or do you want to get beaten up?"