"I can't believe it's come to this," Natsuki told her reflection in the mirror.

She stepped back, gazing at herself with a measure of stern disappointment. She was in the bathroom, and had been for the past 10 minutes. If she didn't act soon, MC might start to get a little worried about her. Yet, she couldn't quite muster the courage to do what she was about to do.

Glancing down at her hand, Natsuki was greeted with the sight of a canister of whipped cream. She had heard about it online, the idea of spraying the stuff all over someone's crotch and chest to create a makeshift edible bikini, but she still couldn't find the erotic nature behind it. To her, it was a waste of good ingredients, especially when she considered how dense MC was in the first place.

But then, she sighed. In spite of her inner protests, she still wanted to get laid. And besides, she remembered the old maxim: 'the easiest way to a man's heart is through his stomach'. Maybe the same applied to a man's sex drive, as well.

She nodded and smirked, having made up her mind. She quickly stripped off her underwear, shook up the canister, and began to spray whipped cream all over her tits. As she did so, she shivered. It was cold, worse than cold, it was frigid to a degree that words could not do justice to describe. She could already feel her nipples getting erect. And yet, despite the unpleasant situation, it awakened something in Natsuki's sexuality. After a moment, it felt, well, maybe not good, but certainly interesting. As she continued to spray, creating 'bikini straps' that reached up to her shoulders, she couldn't help but imagine MC sucking her breasts clean. She moaned, unconsciously lowering her free hand and running it teasingly along the very fringes of her vulva. That familiar hot sensation blossomed in her nether region, and the icy sensation above suddenly became a lot more bearable.

"Oh, fuck~!" Natsuki moaned, slipping a finger inside of her. She was wet. She hadn't even finished preparing to seduce him and she was already begging for it. She stopped spraying at some point and began to focus all of her attention on fingering herself. Masturbation was an activity that she hadn't experimented with often; her dad worked odd jobs and was often home at 'inconvenient times'. Even when she had moved in with MC, she didn't exactly feel comfortable squirting all over his bedsheets. Besides, when she was home, he was often also home. How awkward would it be for him to just walk in on her shlicking her shlock right on his sheets?

But now, as another of her fingers joined the first, she found that she couldn't help herself. Her eyes closed as a wave of bliss surged through her body. Her imagination flashed back to when she saw MC's fat cock in the shower. With great excitement and a slight twinge of ruefulness, she imagined what could've happened if she had only thrown herself into that shower with him. If she had it her way, he would have picked her up, slammed her back against the wall, and fucked her like crazy. He could've manhandled her, pulled her hair, pinched her nipples, and whatever other exciting things Natsuki dreamed of. Maybe, just maybe, he could've even done a little anal, but the idea of such a big dick going up her ass sent an unpleasant shudder down her spine. She did her best to banish the thought from her head. Maybe anal could wait.

Before long, Natsuki had worked herself into a gentle rhythm, exploring the inside of her clit with her index and middle finger. She moaned loudly and without the slightest bit of shame, because if MC heard, MC might just check on her, and if he checked on her. . .

Hopefully he'd finally get a fucking clue!

A few minutes passed as Natsuki pleasured herself. Had she been lucid enough to think about things that didn't pertain to sexual fantasy, she may have wondered how MC didn't hear her. But for the moment, there was only the all-consuming sensation of immense satisfaction.

"Dear God, I gotta. . . ah~!. . . do this more often-aaaah~!" she told herself. She could feel herself building up to a well-earned climax, so she allowed her ring-finger to join the party. She felt her walls tighten around the digits. By now, they had to be soaking wet. Hell, leaning up against the wall, she knew she was dropping some fluid onto the floor. She didn't care; the fact that she was making such a mess turned her own even more. Indeed, it gave her that final push to reach climax. With one last thrust from her fingers, she emitted a yowl of pleasure and squirted all over the bathroom floor.

Sighing, she opened her eyes and collapsed onto the floor. She greeted the shockwave like a dearly-missed old friend. However, that quickly changed as the pleasure subsided into a certain sense of disappointment. Sure, it felt great, but fingers were only a cheap emulation of what she so desperately craved. There was no intimacy in a mere masturbation fantasy, no sense of closeness, no sense of love. Her gaze in mirror was one of longing.

Now that both the cold and heat had largely subsided, she was able to get back down to business. Her 'bikini top' was finished, so she quickly sprayed down her crotch and pussy until they were costing in the same white layer. Once finished, she checked herself out in the mirror. She still thought she looked like a clown, but she also took satisfaction in knowing she was the sexiest, most scrumptious clown MC would likely ever lay eyes on.

She exited the bathroom and quietly made her way down the stairs. Once halfway down, she peeped out. MC was reclining on the couch, relaxing, holding a book in his hand, and smiling. Natsuki grinned, and it was mostly innocent. Seeing him happy made her feel likewise. Maybe it was an aftershock of her impromptu fingering, but a sudden wave of confidence washed over her. With absolutely no hesitation, she hopped down the stairs and skidded into the living room. She ran towards MC, having a good idea as to what to do.

"Eat me!" she declared, pouncing on MC like an excited cat. He had only enough time to glance up before a whipped-cream-coated titty slammed into his face. He yelled in shock, tumbling back onto the couch and dropping his book. He squirmed, wriggled, and finally managed to pull his head out from under her.

"What!? What!?"

Still grinning, Natsuki sat up on his chest, rubbing her nether regions up against his shirt. "I said, 'eat me', silly! It's been a long day; aren't you hungry for a little snack?"

MC raised an eyebrow quizzically. He suddenly seemed to realize that she was half-naked, and then a moment later he realized that wasn't actually underwear she was clad in. "Natsuki, are you. . . naked again!?"

"Maybe," she winked. "Maybe you should find out~!"

"Well, it looks like you spilled shaving cream all over yourself."

Natsuki opened her mouth to scold his stupidity, but suddenly stopped herself. She had just come out of the bathroom, after all. "No, no, it's whipped cream, lots of whipped cream. Now, could you help a girl clean up?"

Instead of being turned on, MC frowned in a way that suggested slight sympathy. "Oh, no. Did you have an accident while baking again?"

"No, I sure didn't. . . Wait, are you suggesting that I have accidents while baking?"

"Well, I mean, it's perfectly natural. Even in our most well-honed skills, the best of us sometimes make a few small mistakes. Like, for example, one time when I was baking, I-"

Natsuki scooted off of him, stood up, and slowly spun around to show off her body. "C'mon, MC, use your noggin! I'm not wearing anything under this, and its entirely edible! Think to yourself: 'why would Natsuki be wearing so much whipped cream'?"

MC stroked his chin in thought. "I don't understand women, sometimes."

"It's not complicated!" Natsuki argued. "And once you find out, we can have some fun!"

All at once, MC nodded. It seemed to have finally clicked at last. Unfortunately, when he spoke again, he proved that he still did not quite understand. "If you're suggesting that I lick the whipped cream off your body and call that dinner, you're out of your mind! That sounds so. . . unsanitary! You've been in a sweaty school uniform all day!"

"That's not true!" Natsuki exclaimed. "I always shower after gym! Besides, I'm as healthy as a horse!"

And you're hung like one, she added privately.

MC stood up. He shot her a worried look, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Listen, I don't know if this was just some lazy way to skip out on making dinner or if you're still having a screw loose or something, but that's OK. I have no problem making dinner tonight. You've been hard at work in the kitchen ever since you first moved in, and I'm starting to think it's having an effect on your sanity. I'll make dinner tonight, OK?"

"But MC, that's not-" she began, only to realize that his offer might be worth taking him up on. What he said was true enough, and despite his stubborn resistance at getting the point, he intentions were solidly selfless. Eventually, she nodded. Maybe this whole whipped-cream bikini thing was a little silly. "That's actually not a bad idea."

"Good!" MC declared. He mimed grabbing a ladle and stirring. "Why don't I get started right away? And how about you, er, put some clothes on of the non-edible variety?"

"But can we first. . . Aw, you know what, forget it," she said with a shrug. "I'll be in your room if you need me."

With that, he turned and walked off toward the kitchen. Natsuki realized that she had capitulated for yet another day. How much work would it take her just to finally lose her virginity? The world may never know. However, one thing was certain:

"I'm not just gonna let this whipped cream go to waste," she declared to herself, then took an indulgent lick at her shoulder. "Aaaah, that's good stuff!"