Pseudoragori : Milking The Cafe With My Minotaur Wife-Chapter 19: Sick Day Pampering

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, but the usual energy in the house was absent. Mani lay on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket, his face pale and flushed with fever. He had come down with a nasty cold overnight, and the effects were hitting him hard.

Mocha stood by the couch, her red eyes filled with worry as she placed a gentle hand on his forehead. "Honey, you're burning up," she said softly.

"I'm fine, Mocha," Mani said weakly, though his hoarse voice betrayed him. "You don't have to worry. The café needs to open."

Mocha's floppy ears twitched as she frowned, her towering frame leaning down to meet his eyes. "Absolutely not," she said firmly. "You're more important than the café. We're closing for the day."

"But—"

"No buts," Mocha interrupted, crossing her arms. "You're sick, and I'm taking care of you. That's final."

Mani sighed, knowing there was no winning against her when she was this determined.

Mocha wasted no time turning their home into a cozy haven for recovery. She brought Mani a bowl of hot soup she'd made herself, the rich aroma filling the room as she carefully spoon-fed him.

"Eat up, honey," she said, her tone soft but insistent. "You need your strength."

Mani took the bites gratefully, his cheeks warming at her attentiveness. "This is really good, Mocha. Thank you."

She smiled, brushing his hair back with a gentle hand. "Anything for you."

After finishing the soup, Mocha checked his temperature again, placing the thermometer under his tongue and waiting patiently. When it beeped, she frowned at the result.

"Still high," she muttered, grabbing a cold compress and placing it gently on his forehead.

She then brought him medicine, carefully measuring the dosage and coaxing him to drink it. "This will help with the fever," she said, holding his hand as he swallowed the bitter liquid.

As the day went on, Mocha stayed by Mani's side, refusing to leave him for even a moment. She adjusted his blankets, fluffed his pillows, and made sure he stayed hydrated. To distract him from his discomfort, she turned on their favorite anime, sitting beside him on the couch with her arm wrapped protectively around his shoulders.

"Remember this episode?" she asked, her voice light and playful. "You couldn't stop laughing when the main character tripped over their own feet."

Mani chuckled softly, though his energy was low. "Yeah... that was a good one."

They watched several episodes together, Mocha's laughter filling the room as she occasionally glanced at Mani to make sure he was comfortable.

As the day turned to evening, Mani seemed slightly better, though he was still visibly weak. Mocha sat beside him, her red eyes filled with concern.

"I have one more thing that might help," she said, her tone both gentle and firm.

"What is it?" Mani asked, his voice hoarse.

Mocha hesitated for a moment before pulling down the neckline of her shirt, revealing her massive, soft breasts. "Drink my milk," she said, her voice quiet but certain.

Mani's face turned bright red. "Mocha, I—"

"It'll help," she interrupted, her tone insistent but affectionate. "You know it's rich in nutrients, and it always makes you feel better. Please, honey. Let me take care of you."

Mani hesitated, his embarrassment warring with the knowledge that she was right. Finally, he sighed and nodded. "Alright... if you really think it'll help."

Mocha smiled softly, guiding his head to her chest. "Good boy," she murmured, stroking his hair.

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Mani latched onto her nipple, his cheeks burning as he began to suck gently. Warm, rich milk flowed into his mouth, the comforting taste immediately soothing him.

"That's it," Mocha cooed, her fingers threading through his hair. "Drink up, honey. I'm here for you."

As he continued to nurse, Mocha cradled him lovingly, her hand resting on his back. "I'll always take care of you," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "No matter what."

Despite his initial embarrassment, Mani couldn't deny that her milk was helping. The warmth spread through him, easing his aches and making him feel calmer.

When he finally pulled away, his face was still red, but he managed a small smile. "Thanks, Mocha. I feel... a little better already."

She kissed his forehead, her tail swishing happily. "Anything for you, honey. Now rest. I'll be right here if you need me."

With her unwavering love and care, Mani felt safe and comforted, knowing he was in the best hands possible.