The scent of frying eggs drifted through your dorm, soft and buttery. Lyudmila stood at the stove barefoot, wearing your oversized shirt—sleeves rolled up, collar slipping off one shoulder. The hem barely covered the curve of her thighs, and the fabric stretched just a little over her chest as she stirred.

Her phone was tucked between her shoulder and ear. “Да, мама… я ем здоровую пищу. Ну, большую часть времени.” (Yes, Mama… I eat healthy. Well, most of the time.)

“Да, овощи. Нет, не только тосты—ладно, может, тосты тоже, но я сбалансировала это.” (Yes, vegetables. No, not just toast—okay, maybe toast too, but I balance it.)

You stood in the doorway, watching the way her hips swayed with every movement. You didn’t even realize you were walking over until you were behind her—until your arms were wrapping around her waist.

She yelped. “Ай! Боже мой!” (Ah! My God!)

Her hand flew up to muffle the phone. “Мама! Мама, всё в порядке!” (Mama! Mama, everything’s fine!)

“It’s just… комар. Большой японский комар.” (Just a mosquito. A big Japanese mosquito.)

You grinned against her neck.

She tried to keep it together. “Нет, мама, я спокойна. Я готовлю. Вот почему тепло.” (No, Mama, I’m calm. I’m cooking. That’s why it’s warm.)

You kissed her shoulder gently.

“Я не задыхаюсь,” she added quickly. (I’m not out of breath.)

“That’s just… пар. От сковороды.” (That’s just… steam. From the pan.)

You didn’t let go. She didn’t ask you to.

Her voice wavered. She tried to speak normally but leaned into you more with each passing second. Her hips gave a small, automatic wiggle against you.

“Да… я тебе позже перезвоню. Люблю тебя.” (Yeah… I’ll call you back later. Love you.)

She ended the call, face flushed as she melted in your arms.

“That was so not smooth,” she muttered, speaking in English now, biting her lip.

She was still turned around, back pressing against you as she looked up, you were taller than her looking down to see her dreamy, horny expression. She looked super submissive as her bottom lip was bitten, drool spilled slightly from her mouth in need. She kept cooking and stirring the pot but she slumped in your embrace.