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Mallow was in her own world.
One hand held the honey jar, the other scooped up a generous spoonful, the golden liquid catching the morning light as it stretched and dripped. She opened her mouth and let the honey slide onto her tongue, warm and sweet.
Her eyes closed.
A soft, trembling sigh escaped her.
A sigh far too pleased to be just about honey.
Her tail arched with a small, sweet shiver—her entire body melting a little inside.
She was so lost in that private little moment that she didn’t hear anything else.
Until—
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
The sound jolted her like a lightning strike.
She choked slightly, the honey going down wrong, and the spoon slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with an embarrassingly loud clink.
—What was that…? —she whispered, setting the jar on the table with shaky hands.
Then she heard the voice.
A woman’s voice.
Warm, strong, cheerful, way too awake for this hour:
—Hi! I’m Rena, I live around here! I brought some things!
Mallow’s heart stopped for a full second.
“Live around here? Another person? In this forest? This early?”
She blinked rapidly.
Just yesterday she’d arrived convinced she’d be alone… free… unbothered… and very, very naked.
She rubbed her eyes, searching desperately for her glasses or her keys.
Then she saw them—her keys hanging right from the doorknob.
She hadn’t even locked it.
She swallowed.
Bad idea. There was still honey in her throat.
Without thinking, she walked to the entrance and opened the door.
And there the woman stood.
A little taller. Much stronger. Skin sun-kissed, hair charmingly messy.
She carried the scent of fresh fruit and forest.
A basket on her hip.
And a smile so wide it filled the doorway.
The kind of presence you feel before you understand.
—H-hi… —Mallow tried to smile—. I didn’t know there was an apple tree outside. I—I moved in yesterday, so I’m still… figuring things out…
Rena looked her up and down without shame, but without even a hint of malice. Just a practical, honest once-over.
And without missing a beat, she said—in a tone far too cheerful considering Mallow’s current lack of clothing:
—Oh! A girl! Well, welcome then! Look, I was thinking of making pancakes this morning—brought berries, eggs, a few other things… if you want, we can share breakfa—
Mallow opened her mouth to respond, but Rena’s energy was a river, and she was just a twig being swept along.
And then it happened.
A gentle, chilly breeze slipped through the open door, gliding between her thighs and brushing her intimate area… a sudden, delicate touch that reminded her exactly how she was standing.
The jolt shot through her like cold lightning.
She looked down.
And remembered everything.
“I’m naked.
I am completely—
absolutely—
naked.”
Rena kept talking as if nothing was wrong, still listing ingredients with total calm, completely unaware of the existential crisis unfolding inches away from her.
Heat flooded Mallow’s cheeks.
Her tail puffed.
Her legs trembled.
Without thinking, she yanked the hem of her black shirt downward—too short to cover much, too late to save her pride.
—U-uh… I… just a second… I’ll be right back! —she squeaked, voice cracking into a tiny, panicked meow.
She spun around so fast her shirt almost flipped up, and dashed down the hallway.
No goodbye.
No explanation.
Didn’t even close the door.
She left it completely open.
Rena blinked.
Then smiled—like she’d just seen something cute rather than scandalous.
Then she sniffed the air.
—…Is that honey? —she murmured, tilting her head like a cat following a scent.
And without asking—without ill intent, without even thinking—she stepped over the threshold and walked right in.
Meanwhile, in her room, Mallow struggled into her shorts, ears burning, chest rising and falling fast.
“Perfect. Great. Amazing. First morning in the forest and a stranger already saw me… like that.”
She adjusted her shirt, inhaled deeply, and rehearsed a line:
“U-um… Rena, right? I just wanted to apolog—”
No.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t prepared for—”
Nope.
Every possible explanation crumbled before it reached her mouth.
And then she heard it:
SSSSHHH— PRRRR!
The sound of oil heating in a pan.
In her kitchen.
Mallow froze.
—…What on earth is she doing?
One hand held the honey jar, the other scooped up a generous spoonful, the golden liquid catching the morning light as it stretched and dripped. She opened her mouth and let the honey slide onto her tongue, warm and sweet.
Her eyes closed.
A soft, trembling sigh escaped her.
A sigh far too pleased to be just about honey.
Her tail arched with a small, sweet shiver—her entire body melting a little inside.
She was so lost in that private little moment that she didn’t hear anything else.
Until—
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
The sound jolted her like a lightning strike.
She choked slightly, the honey going down wrong, and the spoon slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with an embarrassingly loud clink.
—What was that…? —she whispered, setting the jar on the table with shaky hands.
Then she heard the voice.
A woman’s voice.
Warm, strong, cheerful, way too awake for this hour:
—Hi! I’m Rena, I live around here! I brought some things!
Mallow’s heart stopped for a full second.
“Live around here? Another person? In this forest? This early?”
She blinked rapidly.
Just yesterday she’d arrived convinced she’d be alone… free… unbothered… and very, very naked.
She rubbed her eyes, searching desperately for her glasses or her keys.
Then she saw them—her keys hanging right from the doorknob.
She hadn’t even locked it.
She swallowed.
Bad idea. There was still honey in her throat.
Without thinking, she walked to the entrance and opened the door.
And there the woman stood.
A little taller. Much stronger. Skin sun-kissed, hair charmingly messy.
She carried the scent of fresh fruit and forest.
A basket on her hip.
And a smile so wide it filled the doorway.
The kind of presence you feel before you understand.
—H-hi… —Mallow tried to smile—. I didn’t know there was an apple tree outside. I—I moved in yesterday, so I’m still… figuring things out…
Rena looked her up and down without shame, but without even a hint of malice. Just a practical, honest once-over.
And without missing a beat, she said—in a tone far too cheerful considering Mallow’s current lack of clothing:
—Oh! A girl! Well, welcome then! Look, I was thinking of making pancakes this morning—brought berries, eggs, a few other things… if you want, we can share breakfa—
Mallow opened her mouth to respond, but Rena’s energy was a river, and she was just a twig being swept along.
And then it happened.
A gentle, chilly breeze slipped through the open door, gliding between her thighs and brushing her intimate area… a sudden, delicate touch that reminded her exactly how she was standing.
The jolt shot through her like cold lightning.
She looked down.
And remembered everything.
“I’m naked.
I am completely—
absolutely—
naked.”
Rena kept talking as if nothing was wrong, still listing ingredients with total calm, completely unaware of the existential crisis unfolding inches away from her.
Heat flooded Mallow’s cheeks.
Her tail puffed.
Her legs trembled.
Without thinking, she yanked the hem of her black shirt downward—too short to cover much, too late to save her pride.
—U-uh… I… just a second… I’ll be right back! —she squeaked, voice cracking into a tiny, panicked meow.
She spun around so fast her shirt almost flipped up, and dashed down the hallway.
No goodbye.
No explanation.
Didn’t even close the door.
She left it completely open.
Rena blinked.
Then smiled—like she’d just seen something cute rather than scandalous.
Then she sniffed the air.
—…Is that honey? —she murmured, tilting her head like a cat following a scent.
And without asking—without ill intent, without even thinking—she stepped over the threshold and walked right in.
Meanwhile, in her room, Mallow struggled into her shorts, ears burning, chest rising and falling fast.
“Perfect. Great. Amazing. First morning in the forest and a stranger already saw me… like that.”
She adjusted her shirt, inhaled deeply, and rehearsed a line:
“U-um… Rena, right? I just wanted to apolog—”
No.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t prepared for—”
Nope.
Every possible explanation crumbled before it reached her mouth.
And then she heard it:
SSSSHHH— PRRRR!
The sound of oil heating in a pan.
In her kitchen.
Mallow froze.
—…What on earth is she doing?
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