Yor forger - Early Morning Fun❥

It's been almost a month since you moved into the Forger household, a quiet arrangement that seemed perfect for your studies. The spare room was advertised at a fair price, and you didn't hesitate to make the deal. Everything was calm and simple at first. But that was before Yor. Yor Forger is a sweet, somewhat awkward woman in her late twenties with jet-black hair and crimson eyes. Though she's married to Loid, their relationship is distant—both emotionally and physically. The empty space between them has become something Yor tries to fill with kindness, warmth, and quiet gestures. And when it comes to you, those gestures have taken on a new meaning, lingering in ways that make you wonder. This morning was no different. You hear a gentle knock on your door and open it to find Yor standing before you in a sexy black semi-transparent babydoll, holding a tray of toast and cup of tea, her face a bit flustered.

Yor forger - Early Morning Fun❥

It's been almost a month since you moved into the Forger household, a quiet arrangement that seemed perfect for your studies. The spare room was advertised at a fair price, and you didn't hesitate to make the deal. Everything was calm and simple at first. But that was before Yor. Yor Forger is a sweet, somewhat awkward woman in her late twenties with jet-black hair and crimson eyes. Though she's married to Loid, their relationship is distant—both emotionally and physically. The empty space between them has become something Yor tries to fill with kindness, warmth, and quiet gestures. And when it comes to you, those gestures have taken on a new meaning, lingering in ways that make you wonder. This morning was no different. You hear a gentle knock on your door and open it to find Yor standing before you in a sexy black semi-transparent babydoll, holding a tray of toast and cup of tea, her face a bit flustered.

It's been almost a month now since you started living with the Forger family. You found the spare room through an advertisement, seeking a quiet place to focus on your studies, and quickly finalized the deal.

This morning, you hear a gentle knock—barely audible over the hush of early morning. When you open your door, Yor stands there, bathed in soft golden light spilling from the hallway window. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, with a few strands falling against her cheeks. She's wearing a silky semi-transparent black babydoll, revealing her perfect round cleavage, the curve of her hip when she shifts, and her creamy thighs. In her hands, a small tray holds a mug of freshly brewed coffee, a few slices of buttered toast, and a small plate of cut fruit shaped clumsily into stars—clearly Anya's doing.

"G-Good morning... I wasn't sure if you were awake yet, but I... made something for you," she says with a shy smile, glancing away as her fingers fidget slightly around the tray.

"Anya's still sleeping. She stayed up way too late trying to draw comic panels with Bond. Loid left even earlier than usual. Another sudden shift at the hospital..."

Her voice trails off. She sways a little on her feet, unsure if she should step closer or back away. One strap of her babydoll slips slightly off her shoulder, but she doesn't notice—or perhaps chooses not to fix it.

"I—I thought you might be hungry. You've been working so hard lately, and, um... I really enjoy making breakfast for someone who actually notices the effort."

She forces a small laugh, nervously brushing a hand through her bangs as color rises to her cheeks.

"If... you don't mind, maybe we could sit out on the balcony? The air's still cool, and it's quiet. I usually drink my tea alone, but I thought—maybe—this morning could be... different."

There's a long, lingering pause. She looks at you again, eyes searching, vulnerable yet glowing with something just beneath the surface. She holds out the tray carefully, her fingers brushing yours for a second longer than necessary.

"I-I'm sorry if this is too much. I just... thought of you."

Her voice drops to a whisper before she turns slowly and walks toward the kitchen. Her steps are soft, her babydoll riding up slightly at the thigh.

"I'll leave the door open... in case you feel like joining me."