Ok, fair warning, you will probably be able to tell where this originally short fic spiralled out of control into an impromptu sequel to the previous two fics I wrote, Casual Maid and Morning Fun. Sorry if its messy, it really went way out of my original plan. Nevertheless, hope you enjoy it at least a little.
Swimsuit, 1/2
>She couldn't believe she found it
>Even after moving her old swimsuit from school days still managed to find its way into her closet without her knowing
>Kronii was standing in front of the mirror, the swimwear laid out on her front
>It was clearly too small, her breasts alone being way bigger then when she wore it last time
>Still, she was at home alone, Anon was away somewhere, so...
>She quickly disrobed and managed to somehow stuff her body into the several sized smaller swimsuit, despite not having Sana's space change abilities
>It was fucking tight
>The bottom was bitting into her pussy lips like some sort of lewd underwear, stimulating her pussy with each movement
>The top barely contained her massive milktanks, only thing preventing it from sliding into her cleavage being her thick nipples
>The bottom part also did nothing to hide her thick bush, making it all the more embarrassing for her with the pubes peeking out from the sides above her vagina
>She was red as tomato, the idea of being seen like that terrifying her
>But she also couldn't deny the tightness and lewdness of her current getup was making her fucking horny
>Only good thing Anon wasn't he...
>"Honey! I am hooooome!"
>...
>...
>...
>Time Warden froze, unable to move a single fiber of her being
>He was home early
>He was home fucking early....
>Suddenly, a surge of pride and resolve flooded her
>Fuck i, let him see, she thought
>Pervert like him will probably get nosebleed so bad it will knock him out anyway...
>She takes a deep breath and steps into the hall
>"H-Hello dear...."
>She can't even look at him, instantly regretting the idea
>All she hears is gasp and a plastic bag hitting the floor
>After couple of seconds that felt like eternity to the Queen of Time, Anon steps closer to her
>"I-Isn't it a bit uncomfortable?"
>"Not as m-much as you dirty look being able to see so much of my perfect, pristine body..."
>Narcissism hasn't left her, but it was a weak defense
>First, it wasn't really convincing
>Second, Anon already knew it was just a mask to help her deal with her insecurities and unhappiness with herself
>Seeing her barely able to move, Anon's protective insticts kick into high gear and he goes to hug her
>She gladly accepts it, not even minding his erecting pressing into her
>She really couldn't blame him...
>"I j-j-just found my old swimsuit and thought I could try it out while you are away but then you came and..."
>Why did she even let him see?
>Why didn't she just take a blanket and go to the bathroom, or even just tell him to not enter
>She had her pride, damn it, was all that went through her head, before she arrived at the only right answer as why she did it
>All the teasing, the slutty maid outfit and following fuck session, the smell of his shirt and following fuck session in the morning
>She just wanted more
>The prideful, narcissitic Warden of Time Ouro Kronii wanted more wild, unresticted and loving sex
>Everytime it was Anon who initiated it, always disarming her fake mask with his own, genuine assertiveness
>And deep down, she felt he suspected it, which was probably why he didn't just go straight to making out with her
>This was so out of character for her, it probably shocked him deep down
>They stood there good five minutes, just hugging and enjoying each others body heat and presence
>"I-it my turn..."
>"Huh?"
>"M-my turn to be the suave assertive person that m-makes you cum your brains out....
>Anon couldn't bring himself to laugh at that, even if it would be good-hearted, understanding laugh
>It would just hurt her, he thought, more than any insult or punch
>Instead, she stepped back, holding her hands and looking to her wet, teary eyes
>Wiping her face from the wet lines, Kronii returned the gaze, before steeling her resolve and grabbing anon's hand, dragging him into the bedroom
>She led him to the bed, motioning to him to lay down
>Once he did, she looekd around the room, looking for any useful props to give her ideas for the next step, as she was winging it hard with no real plan in minding
>Her gaze fell on the sloset with her streaming outfit and a vague memory popped into her minding
>With sudden renewed vigor, she waltzed over to it, flying the doors open and reaching inside, retrieving the ribbon she always had tied to her chest
>The softness and light color comforted her and she gripped it with more confidence
>Returning to Anon, she climbed onto the bed, the sight of the ribbon, giving him an idea as to what she was planning
>Even without needing to be told, he pulled down his pants, erect cock springing up into the air
