Pseudoragori : Milking The Cafe With My Minotaur Wife-Chapter 16: Beach Day Challenge

It was another long but rewarding day at the café. Mani was focused on cleaning the brewing machine, carefully wiping it down and making sure every part was spotless. Mocha leaned against the counter nearby, her floppy ears twitching as she watched him work.

"You know, honey," she said with a playful lilt in her voice, "we haven't been to the beach in years."

Mani paused, glancing up at her. "The beach? That's pretty out of the blue."

Mocha shrugged, her red eyes sparkling. "Well, we deserve a little getaway, don't you think? Just the two of us, some sun, some sand... and no customers."

Mani chuckled, setting down the cloth he was holding. "You've got a point. Alright, let's do it. A beach trip sounds nice."

Mocha grinned, clapping her hands together. "Perfect! I'll pack us some snacks and find the perfect spot. You just worry about bringing your swimsuit."

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The next day, the two made their way to the beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore greeting them as they stepped onto the warm sand. Mani set up their umbrella and towels while Mocha rummaged through her bag.

"Alright, time to get changed," she said, pulling out a bikini.

Mani glanced over and immediately turned bright red. The bikini was skimpy, to say the least—barely more than a few straps of fabric tied together. It left very little to the imagination, accentuating Mocha's curvaceous figure and making her already massive chest seem even more prominent.

"What do you think?" Mocha asked, spinning around with a smirk. Her floppy ears twitched playfully as she noticed his wide eyes.

"I-I think..." Mani stammered, his gaze darting away. "It's... a little revealing, don't you think?"

Mocha chuckled, leaning down to ruffle his hair. "Oh, come on, honey. It's just a swimsuit. Besides, it's cute how flustered you get."

As the day went on, the two enjoyed the simple joys of the beach. They built sandcastles together, their hands covered in damp sand as they constructed a towering fortress.

"Not bad," Mocha said, admiring their work. "But it needs one last thing."

She grabbed a small seashell and placed it at the top of the castle like a crown. "Perfect," she declared with a grin.

Mani smiled, shaking his head. "You're a perfectionist even with sandcastles."

"Of course," Mocha replied, giving him a playful nudge.

Later, they treated themselves to ice cream from a nearby stand. Mocha's cone was piled high with scoops of strawberry and vanilla, while Mani opted for a more modest single scoop of chocolate.

"You're missing out," Mocha teased, taking a big bite of her ice cream. "The more, the better!"

Mani chuckled, licking his cone. "I'm fine with this. Besides, you're going to get that all over your face."

Sure enough, a bit of strawberry ice cream had smudged on Mocha's nose. She grinned, licking it off in one swift motion. "Problem solved."

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Mocha pulled out a watermelon she'd packed and placed it in the sand.

"What's that for?" Mani asked, tilting his head.

"Watermelon smashing, of course!" Mocha said, handing him a wooden stick. "Come on, it's fun."

Mani hesitated but eventually gave it a try, laughing as Mocha guided him to smash the fruit. The sweet juice splattered everywhere, and the two of them couldn't stop laughing as they enjoyed the refreshing treat.

Later, as the sun began to set, Mocha stretched out on their towel and handed Mani a bottle of sunscreen.

"Alright, honey, your turn to take care of me," she said, her tone teasing.

Mani's cheeks turned red. "W-what do you mean?"

"Rub the sunscreen on me," she said, lying down and gesturing to her exposed skin. "We don't want me getting sunburned, do we?"

Mani gulped, taking the bottle and squeezing some of the lotion onto his hands. He started with her back, his fingers trembling slightly as he rubbed the sunscreen into her soft fur.

"Don't forget my legs," Mocha said, her voice playful.

He moved to her thick thighs, his hands sinking into their softness as he worked the lotion in. His face grew even redder as he felt how plush and warm her skin was beneath his fingers.

"You're so thorough, honey," Mocha teased, glancing back at him with a smirk.

"I'm just making sure it's even," Mani muttered, his voice flustered.

Finally, Mocha sat up, her massive chest nearly spilling out of her bikini. "Now for the important part," she said, guiding his hands to her breasts.

"Mocha!" Mani exclaimed, his face burning.

"What?" she said innocently. "They need sunscreen too, don't they?"

Mani sighed, reluctantly rubbing the lotion onto her chest. Her soft, massive breasts made his hands sink into them, and he tried to focus on the task at hand.

Mocha, of course, couldn't resist teasing him. She let out soft, exaggerated moans, her red eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mmm, that feels so good, honey. You've got such a gentle touch."

"Mocha, stop!" Mani said, his face as red as a tomato.

She laughed, pulling him into a hug. "You're too cute, honey. Thanks for taking care of me."

As the day came to an end, the two of them sat together on the sand, watching the sun dip below the horizon.

"Today was perfect," Mocha said, leaning her head on Mani's shoulder.

"Yeah," Mani agreed, his heart full. "We should do this more often."

Mocha smiled, her tail swishing behind her. "Definitely. As long as it's with you, honey."