[Book of Eros] Chapter 56 - The next morning. (Patreon)

As always, Leonardo woke up early in the morning even though it was Sunday. Next to him, Angela continued her deep slumber, not looking like she’d be up any time soon. He remembered feeling completely drained after his first orgasm, and Mrs. Wisler had said that he had been able to resist as well as he had due to his own Gift. He watched Angela sleep for a while, relieved that she at least didn’t look uncomfortable or anything. She slept with steady breathing, if only moving less than she usually did in bed.

A small smile crossed his lips. He was at the point where he knew her sleeping habits. They barely knew each other for two months, but they were technically already a couple living together. The thought warmed his heart more than he would’ve thought and quickened his heartbeat. And thus, remembering how hungry he’d been after his first orgasm and also taking into consideration how much more Angela ate, he kissed her forehead and got out of bed.

Confident Angela wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, he went to take a shower and got dressed before heading to the kitchen. His girlfriend was sure to wake up feeling weird, so what could he make for her that was easy and plentiful to eat? The answer came to him quickly. Noodles. Soup would be easier on her, but Leo didn’t believe that would be enough, so noodles were a good option. Particularly, soba noodles might do the trick. He checked the pantry and confirmed they did have buckwheat flour, so he got to work immediately.

He mixed the buckwheat flour with water in a bowl and kneaded it into the smoothest dough he could, but he didn’t have a good feeling about how it was turning out. The dough seemed to be drying too quickly. He continued anyway, rolling it with a rolling pin as he didn’t have a machine to do it for him, and once the dough was thin enough he folded it with lots of extra all-purpose flour and cut it into noodles by hand. As he expected, the noodles started to crumble. He had read that soba dough didn’t need to rest after being made, so it meant the problem laid with the flour. He started over, now mixing some the buckwheat flour with some all-purpose flour, trying a few times before finding a ratio he believed was good. He followed the same process as before and ended up with thinly cut soba noodles he was satisfied with. He boiled them in unsalted water for three minutes then rinsed them with cold water. This step went against everything he knew, but he’d read that this prevented the noodles from turning to mush, so it was very important. He dropped the noodles in ice water to keep them cold and got to work on the sauce. He poured a quarter cup of sake into a pot and burned the alcohol off, lighting a match over the steam and causing some flames to shoot up. He then added mirin, soy sauce, water, a small piece of kombu and some bonito flakes. He heated the sauce to a point before boiling and let it rest for about 15 minutes before straining it through a mesh filter and pouring it into a glass jar. With all that work done, he put the noodles into a plastic container after serving himself some to try with the sauce. He was satisfied with the results, and had made plenty for Angela to eat when she woke up.

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That ended up happening at around 7:00 pm.

“Ugh, this is like five hangovers combined…” Angela said with a strained voice as she sat up on her bed. Her movements were sluggish and clumsy, like she didn’t have full control of her body yet. But despite moving and sounding tired and saying how dizzy she felt, she actually looked like she’d had the best beauty sleep of her life. Her skin almost seemed to shine, and that small yet bright smile wouldn’t leave her face.

“You drink?” Leo asked her, setting a tray on her lap with a glass of water, a bowl of soba noodles and another full of sauce.

“Sometimes. You don’t?” she asked, though her eyes were on the food in front of her instead of him.

“I’d be of age in Chile, but not here nor in the US,” he answered, passing her the chopsticks and sitting at the edge of her bed with the plastic container full of noodles on his own lap.

“You’re such a boy scout!” she laughed, and regretted it instantly when she recoiled from a sharp headache. Leo watched her eat with great gusto, refilling her bowl of noodles the moment she finished it. She ended up eating them all, but at least she looked satisfied. “Man, that hit the spot!”

Leo smiled and took the tray from her, setting it on her desk. “That’s good. Now you should try to sleep again.”

His comment made her frown. “But… I wanted continue from last night,” she said.

“Do you think you’re up to it?” he asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Hey, I’m not a delicate little flower!”

“Alright then,” ho nodded and, without warning, squeezed one of Angela’s tits. The sudden contact made her flinch, yelp and pull away unconsciously as she covered her chest with her arms. “See? You’re still too sensitive.”

“But I’m hornyyyy!” she pouted.

Leo rubbed the back of his neck. He could understand how she felt. The first thing he’d done after waking up back then had been rubbing one out, but she couldn’t do that. “Let’s see how you feel later tonight, okay?”

“Okay…” With resigned, slumped shoulders, Angela agreed.

“I’ll leave you alone, then,” he said. But as he was turning around, Angela grabbed his hand.

“Don’t be an asshole. Stay in bed with me,” she said, frowning.

“But I have to keep cleaning around the house…”

“So cleaning’s more important than me?”

“Did you seriously just play that card?”

“I just really want you to stay with me. Don’t make me beg like a child.”

“You’re just as spoiled as one, though.”

“Your fault,” Angela said, moving on the bed to make space for him.

“Is it?” he asked, taking off his jacket and his jeans.

“Yep.”

Did he spoil her? He didn’t think he did and couldn’t see in what way. He got in bed with her and once more watched her as she fell asleep on his shoulder, and he still didn’t understand how something so simple could be so fulfilling.