Netori Is Life-Chapter 53: ChainsawMan

Travis finished off his bath and stepped out, the warmth of the water still lingering on his skin. He quickly dried himself off and noticed a neatly folded set of clothes waiting for him outside the door. It was a simple but comfortable outfit, and as he pulled it on, he couldn't help but smile at the thoughtfulness behind it.

'She really thought of everything,' he mused, running his hand through his still-damp hair.

As he stepped out into the hallway, the rich, heavenly aroma of spices and grilled meat hit him, wafting through the apartment and pulling him toward the kitchen. His stomach growled in response, and a grin spread across his face.

'If this is what she cooks like, I might just start coming here more often,' he thought, making his way toward the source of the smell.

Entering the kitchen, Travis was greeted by the sight of Aria moving gracefully as she tended to a sizzling pan on the stove. The light from the window caught her hair just right, giving her an almost angelic glow as she worked. The scene of a beautiful woman cooking for him stirred something deep within him—this was comfort, pure and simple.

"Smells good," Travis said as he walked up behind her, his voice light and teasing.

Aria turned slightly, offering him a warm smile over her shoulder. "Hope you're hungry. I went all out just for you."

Travis leaned against the counter, watching her for a moment, genuinely appreciating the effort she was putting into the meal. "I'm starving. After moving that fridge and then that bath... I could eat a horse."

' I always wanted to say that' He thought.

Aria laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. "Well, no horses here, but I made my famous teriyaki chicken and some stir-fried veggies. Should be enough to fill you up."

' Why Chicken though. Whatever I don't care' he thought.

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Travis's stomach grumbled in anticipation as he inhaled deeply, taking in the savory scent. "You didn't have to go all out, but I appreciate it." He moved a little closer, peering over her shoulder. "Need any help?"

She shook her head, still smiling. "Nope, just sit tight. Dinner's almost ready."

Travis nodded and stepped back, his eyes drifting around the cozy, well-decorated kitchen. It was a small but welcoming space, much like Aria herself. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this relaxed in someone else's home. For a moment, the hectic pace of his usual life faded away, replaced by this easy, comfortable connection.

As he sat down at the dining table, he found himself looking forward not just to the food, but to the conversation and laughter that would follow.

She served the food onto Travis's plate once it was ready, and they began eating together, the warm aroma of the meal filling the room.

"By the way, there's no need to rush," Aria said between bites. "He's going to be back really late—might even come home tomorrow."

"He must really be close to his mom, then," Travis remarked. "Does he have a father?"

Aria's expression softened slightly. "No, his dad abandoned him when he was young. That left a pretty big impact on him. Even now, he still wonders why it happened. Sometimes, he'll cry, and I have to hold him. He's so sweet... I've always wanted someone vulnerable like that," she said with a fond smile.

'Yeah, I get that they're married and all, but no way. I'd never do that. Not that it makes you any less of a man for doing it,' Travis thought.

He noticed Aria sipping on her wine a little too eagerly but chose not to say anything, assuming she'd be responsible.

"That's really sweet," he commented.

They continued chatting about various topics for a few more minutes until they finished their meal. Afterward, they moved to the living room, sitting down together as the conversation flowed on.

Bit by bit, Aria started to get tipsy—it was obvious from the way her tone shifted and her actions became more relaxed. She edged closer to Travis, and he could smell the wine on her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes had a slightly droopy look. Travis decided to brush it off, trusting her to stay in control.

" By the way. He's so cute when we have sex as well. Always calling me mommy. I can't wait for him to come back, I'll make sure to ram his cock up my pussy"

' Okay that's enough. Man I don't want to hear that. But it kinda gives me an idea of what kink I'm going to give Ethan. Not sure about her though ' he thought.

"Oh, that's nice," he replied blankly.

Aria turned toward Travis, giving him a long, deliberate stare, which he met, unbothered. Her eyes traced over every inch of his face, admiring his features—his eyes, his lips, and more. She couldn't help herself. Her hand reached out, resting on his chest as she scooted closer, inch by inch, until she gently pushed him down on the couch.

"I'm gonna eat you," she muttered in a drunken tone as she climbed on top of Travis, leaning down toward him with her lips aiming for his.

' Man, this is nice. Never had the woman make the first move before. Or wait didn't Katie kiss me infront of Paul?' He thought.

Their lips met in a surge of fiery passion, the kiss immediately growing rough and intense. Aria's heart raced as the warmth spread through her body, igniting every nerve with an electric sensation she couldn't resist. Each touch of their lips, every shift of their movements, made her feel as if her entire being was ablaze. The heat radiated from deep within, flooding her senses, as her fingers instinctively tightened around Travis, pulling him closer.

The softness of his lips against hers only deepened the kiss further, as her breath quickened with desire. A rush of emotions—want, excitement, and pure arousal—flooded her mind, fueling her need to keep going, to explore the intensity of the moment as if it was the only thing that mattered. The more they kissed, the more she felt her body surrender to the raw heat coursing through her veins, unable to control the flames of passion that had been ignited.

Travis was just starting to sink deeper into the kiss when he noticed Aria's expression shift, her face contorting slightly as she fought to hold back something. In an instant, he pulled away, watching in mild disbelief as she struggled to suppress her urge to vomit.

Her body tensed, and her hand instinctively covered her mouth as she dry-heaved, clearly trying to keep it together.

"Man, this almost turned out like *Chainsaw Man*," he thought to himself, shaking his head at how close things had come to going sideways in a very unexpected way.

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