WARNING: This chapter contains a brief bit of lewdness.
The spirit of the holidays always kept the plucky Yuri all-smiles through even the most bitter cold weather – not just because of the warmth of being with family, but also the warmth she got being with an 'Italian Stallion' like Robert Garcia.
The week heading into the 25th, however, was the party at the Sakazaki dojo/home, and it was there where Yuri felt she could turn things up a notch. With a comfy red sweater and black leg-hugging tights, she dressed comfortably, and she had a gift planned for ...
...and this gift was probably not going to be way outside of what he'd expect from her.
In the midst of a conversation with her love interest, Yuri thought towards what she had planned once the opportunity opened.
"Oh, that reminds me – since it is the holidays and all, I've been trying to figure out something to give you; something out of the norm of what guys like you would probably want~"
"'Tis the season, Yuri," replied Robert. "Whatever you give, as long as you put your heart into it..."
"Okay... well... do you like fruitcake?"
"It's... not something I'd say is my favorite..."
"Well, I, uh... I have some for you – in my room."
"...Seems like a weird place to keep it..."
"It's better off; Ryo and Dad aren't big on sweets if it gets in the way of keeping a 'fighter's body'."
Yuri handled Robert's hands in her own, and prepped to lead the way...
"C'mon, Robbie, let's go get it before the ants do~"
The anticipation of successfully luring her beloved towards the surprise was itching within Yuri, and she was a little jumpy at the moment – unlike how Robert took his steps, of which Yuri noticed rather quickly.
"You seem a little surprised."
Robert shrugged lightly. "I mean... I never suspected you'd know how to bake..."
By this point, Yuri had reached the door to her room, and opened it...
"Oh, this cake didn't need baking, actually..."
"Pardon?" Robert said, now slightly confused. "You're not just pulling my leg – there is a fruitcake, right?
"Oh, there absolutely is..."
This was the moment Yuri was waiting for...
Suddenly, she had plopped herself onto the bed, bending over deeply, as she suddenly pulled down her leggings without hesitation; from the plump flesh exposed, it became clear she took a risk and went into this home party without any underwear beneath the tights...
What was also noticeable was the abundance of little stickers dotted all over her buttcheeks, of various fruits – apples, oranges, cherries, the whole nine yards of sweet produce, decorated all over her booty.
"...and it could use a banana stuffed into it~"
From the spread of the cheeks provided, there was no going around it in any different way.
As he gazed into the 'wonderful abyss' jiggling before him, Robert caught the wordplay quicker than the underside of his pants catching the 'rising force of the tiger' in his loins.
He couldn't help but smile with a sort of baffled intrigue.
"Well, it's certainly something 'out of the 'norm', as you say..."
Clearly, he was gradually being dictated by the first syllable of 'dictated'.
"I gotta say, Takuma-sensei, you have good eyes for barbecue."
"Yes, yes, I know my way around the flames, alright; it's known by customers as the 'The Crisp of a Dragon's Breath' for a reason!"
In the midst, patriarch Takuma and Brazilian-division instructor Khushnood were closest to the feast table, enjoying the former's ever-improving culinary ambitions; the recently- Kyokugen BBQ restaurant business was quite the shortcut to a quickly-arranged holiday feast, if somewhat unorthodox.
Aside from the two grizzled men enjoying the rather non-holiday-like barbecue, there was Ryo and the plus-one he was left to mingle with – that being the queen behind 'The Illusion', the woman known by most only as 'King'.
At the moment, Ryo happened to be thinking about Yuri and Robert, and how something just simply didn't add up in the middle of the overheard conversation...
"Sometimes, it baffles me, just what Yuri thinks about when she's with him..."
King glanced towards Ryo's way. "Something on the mind?"
"King, tell me; did she ever tell you she was thinking about learning how to bake?"
"She never told you or Takuma?"
"With the training she's been going through the past few years, she wouldn't have that much time to learn culinary, as far as I know. I'm just worried for Robert's stomach, whatever the end result..."
Right then and there, there was a barely noticeable sound coming from Yuri's bedroom; certainly wasn't Robert letting the supposed 'fruitcake' settle – rather, it was Yuri's moans, akin to the strains of endurance she would emit from the extravagant Kyokugenryu exercises of past sessions.
Ryo didn't think about it too long – still hung up on there literally being a fruitcake, he would've assumed Yuri had some sort of struggle.
King, on the other hand, had herself a thought that was probably more accurate to the situation over there. A bit of a woman's intuition, perhaps?
"I dunno – something tells me Robert's liking the taste."
Then more noises – that of some sweet-talk, very noticeably also coming from Yuri...
"Yeah, that's some good-ass cake, right?"
Hearing that a little clearer than the blond beside her, King couldn't fully shield the blushing smile on her face as she realized just how acquainted Yuri was getting with 'The Raging Tiger'.
On the other hand, it had finally kicked in within Ryo the absolute extent Yuri was going – and he was trying his best not to have the shadow of embarrassment for his sister show, especially on the exterior.
You know I had to make reasons to provide more Yuri booty to the KoF fandom.
