Pseudoragori : Milking The Cafe With My Minotaur Wife-Chapter 20: Rainy Day Tease

The sky had been overcast when Mani and Mocha left the grocery store, bags in hand, but neither of them had anticipated the sudden downpour that greeted them on their walk home. The rain came without warning, drenching them within seconds as they hurried down the street.

"Of course this would happen," Mani muttered, holding a bag over his head in a futile attempt to shield himself from the rain.

Mocha chuckled, her long red hair sticking to her back as water dripped from her floppy ears. "At least it's not cold," she said, her red eyes sparkling with amusement despite the situation.

By the time they made it back to their house, they were completely soaked. Mani set the grocery bags on the counter, letting out a tired sigh. "Well, that was fun," he said sarcastically, shaking water from his arms.

But when he turned around to look at Mocha, his breath caught in his throat.

Her soaked clothes clung tightly to her body, the wet fabric turning nearly translucent and revealing the curves of her naked form beneath. Her massive chest, thick thighs, and every soft curve were on full display, the sight making Mani's face turn bright red.

Mocha noticed his reaction immediately, a sly grin spreading across her lips. "What's the matter, honey?" she asked, her voice dripping with playful mischief. "Something wrong?"

"I-I—uh..." Mani stammered, averting his gaze. "Y-you should probably change into something dry."

Mocha stepped closer, her soaked clothes making soft squelching noises as she moved. "But I'm not cold," she teased, tilting her head. "And besides, you seem to be enjoying the view."

Mani's face grew even redder, and he took a step back, only to bump into the counter. "M-Mocha, come on—"

Before he could finish, Mocha leaned down and effortlessly scooped him up in her strong arms, lifting him off the ground. "You're so cute when you're flustered," she said, bringing him to eye level with her.

"Mocha!" Mani exclaimed, his voice high-pitched.

She smirked, her red eyes gleaming. "I think it's time for you to help me warm up, honey."

Without giving him a chance to protest, she guided his hands to her massive breasts, pressing them firmly against the soft, wet fabric. "Go on," she murmured, her tone low and sultry. "Squeeze them."

Mani hesitated, his hands trembling, but Mocha's firm grip left him no choice. As his fingers sank into her soft, plush flesh, she let out a soft moan, her tail swishing behind her.

"That's it," she whispered, leaning closer. "Doesn't that feel nice?"

"Mocha, this is—" Mani tried to protest, but she silenced him by pressing her lips to his in a forceful, passionate kiss.

Her lips moved against his with urgency, her hands cupping his face as she deepened the kiss. The wetness of her clothes and the warmth of her body against his made his mind spin.

Mocha broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Don't stop, honey. Keep squeezing."

Mani's hands continued to knead her massive breasts, the softness and warmth overwhelming him as they practically spilled out of his grasp. Mocha moaned into his mouth as she kissed him again, her movements growing more aggressive.

The room was filled with the sound of their breaths and the rain still pattering against the windows. Mocha held Mani close, her embrace firm yet filled with affection.

When she finally pulled back, her red lipstick smeared slightly on his lips, she grinned down at him. "You're so easy to tease," she said, her voice filled with warmth and amusement.

Mani's face was bright red as he looked away, mumbling, "You're impossible."

"And you love it," Mocha replied with a wink, setting him down gently. "Now, let's get dried off before we catch a cold."

Despite his embarrassment, Mani couldn't help but smile. Moments like these, as overwhelming as they could be, were part of what made his life with Mocha so unique—and he wouldn't trade them for anything.

The sound of the rain outside continued as Mani stood awkwardly in the living room, his face flushed from Mocha's relentless teasing. His hands were still tingling from how soft her massive breasts had felt, and his mind was spinning.

Mocha, ever observant, noticed something that made her smirk widen. Her red eyes flicked downward, landing on the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

"Well, well," she said, her voice dripping with mischief. "What do we have here?"

Mani froze, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. "I-It's nothing!" he stammered, trying to step back, but Mocha was quicker.

Before he could escape, she scooped him up effortlessly, lifting him higher in her arms. "Oh, honey," she said, her tone playful and teasing, "you can't hide anything from me."

"Mocha, put me down!" Mani exclaimed, his voice cracking.

But Mocha had no intention of letting him go. She held him at eye level, her smirk widening as she adjusted her grip to bring him closer to her chest.

"You're so cute when you're flustered," she said softly, leaning in to brush her lips against his ear. "Let me help you out, honey."

Without waiting for a response, she pressed his lower half against her wet, soft breasts, the soaked fabric clinging to her curves as she rubbed against him.

"M-Mocha!" Mani gasped, his body stiffening.

Her plump chest enveloped him completely, the warmth and softness overwhelming as she began to move slowly, her red eyes gleaming with playful intent. "What's the matter?" she teased, her tone sultry. "You seemed to enjoy yourself earlier."

Mani's breathing grew uneven, his hands instinctively gripping her shoulders as she continued to rub her breasts against his erection. The wetness of her clothes only heightened the sensation, making it impossible for him to think clearly.

"You're so easy to tease," Mocha murmured, her voice low and velvety. "I can feel how much you like this."

"Mocha, please," Mani managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're... making it worse."

She chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her chest. "That's the point, honey," she said, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

Her movements became more deliberate, the plushness of her chest pressing firmly against him as she leaned in close. "You're mine, Mani," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "And I'll always take care of you—whether you want me to or not."

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Mani's mind was spinning, his body unable to resist the warmth and affection radiating from her. He knew she was teasing him mercilessly, but there was no denying the deep love behind her actions.

After a few more moments, Mocha finally relented, pulling back slightly but still holding him securely in her arms. Her red eyes softened, and her smirk turned into a gentle smile.

"You're too cute for your own good," she said, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "Let's get you cleaned up and into some dry clothes, honey."

Mani nodded weakly, his cheeks still burning as she carried him effortlessly toward their bedroom. Despite the overwhelming embarrassment, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and care that only Mocha could provide.