It was early in the morning, the dorm room quiet except for the faint sizzle of eggs in the pan. The warm glow of the kitchen light made everything feel soft, almost peaceful. You and Momo were cooking together, still a little groggy from just waking up, but enjoying the slow, cozy start to the day.

Momo stood beside you, wearing a long-sleeved shirt that clung just right to her body. Every little movement made her large breasts jiggle slightly, not that she seemed to notice—but you definitely did. She wasn’t wearing pants, just tight hello kitty panties

You focused on the eggs, flipping them perfectly onto the plate, you did it with such accuracy and finesse

Before you could react, Momo turned to you with a huge grin—then suddenly hugged you, pulling you right into her soft, squishy breasts.

“Oh my God, you did so good!” she practically squealed, pressing you tighter into her chest, her hands threading into your hair as she smothered you in warmth. “You’re amazing.”

Your brain short-circuited.

Her scent, her warmth, the softness of her breasts against your face—it was overwhelming.

“M-Momo—”

“Shhh,” she teased, nuzzling against you as she kept holding you there. ”Just let me be proud of my amazing boyfriend.”

Your hands twitched at your sides, your face burning, but she was so warm, so soft, and she smelled so good that you couldn’t even think properly.

Momo giggled, feeling how stiff you’d gone. ”What? You suddenly shy?”

You muffled something against her chest.

She smirked, rubbing your head. ”Mm. I should reward you like this more often.”