Pseudoragori : Milking The Cafe With My Minotaur Wife-Chapter 24: Laundry "Accident"

It was a quiet morning, and Mani was busy sorting clothes in the laundry room, humming softly to himself as he separated colors from whites. Laundry day was always a bit of a task, but it felt satisfying to check it off the to-do list.

Meanwhile, Mocha was lounging in the living room, her red eyes lazily scanning a magazine. She had already tossed her laundry into the pile earlier, trusting Mani to handle it like he always did.

As Mani loaded the washing machine, something caught his attention—Mocha's underwear. He froze, holding up one of her massive bras. The sheer size of it was enough to make his face turn bright red.

"Why is this so big?" he muttered to himself, though he already knew the answer.

"You talking to yourself, honey?" Mocha's teasing voice called from the doorway.

Mani whipped around, his cheeks burning as he realized she'd caught him holding her bra. "M-Mocha! I wasn't—uh..."

She smirked, her tail swishing playfully behind her. "Aww, you're blushing. Is my underwear too much for you?"

"It's just... huge!" Mani blurted out, immediately regretting his words.

Mocha laughed, stepping closer. "Well, what do you expect? These don't exactly come in small sizes," she said, gesturing to her massive chest.

Mani looked away, trying to focus on loading the machine. "Just... let me finish the laundry."

Mocha was about to respond when she glanced at her reflection in the glass of the washing machine and froze. "Oh no," she muttered.

"What's wrong?" Mani asked, turning back to her.

Mocha's face flushed slightly, which was rare for her. "I think... I put all my clothes in the laundry."

"All of them?" Mani asked, his eyes widening.

"Every last one," she said with a sheepish grin. "I guess I got carried away."

Mani stared at her, his face growing redder by the second. "S-so you're...?"

"Naked," Mocha finished for him, her grin turning mischievous.

"Mocha!" Mani exclaimed, averting his eyes.

"What?" she said innocently, leaning against the doorframe. "It's just us here. Besides, you've seen everything before."

"That's not the point!" Mani protested, his hands fumbling with the washing machine controls.

Mocha chuckled, walking into the room with her usual confidence. The fact that she was completely bare didn't seem to faze her at all—in fact, she seemed to enjoy the effect it was having on Mani.

"Need help with the laundry?" she offered, leaning down to inspect the machine.

Mani gulped, trying not to look as her massive chest pressed against the edge of the counter. "N-no, I've got it under control!"

"Hmm, are you sure?" she teased, reaching over him to grab a sock that had fallen on the floor. The movement caused her to brush against him, and Mani nearly dropped the detergent bottle.

"Mocha, you're making this impossible!" he said, his voice cracking slightly.

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She grinned, stepping back but not leaving. "You're just too easy to tease, honey. It's adorable."

As the day went on, Mani tried his best to stay focused on the laundry, but Mocha made it her mission to distract him.

"Oops," she said at one point, "I accidentally knocked over the hamper. Guess I'll have to bend down and pick everything up."

Mani turned bright red as she slowly bent over, her thick thighs and plump butt completely on display. "Mocha, stop doing that on purpose!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied with a playful smirk.

Later, as he folded clothes, Mani came across one of her massive panties. He held it up, his face burning as he tried to fold it discreetly.

"Having fun over there?" Mocha asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"It's just... so big," Mani muttered, his voice barely audible.

Mocha laughed, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "And you love it," she whispered, kissing his cheek.

By the time the laundry was finally done, Mani was utterly flustered, and Mocha was thoroughly entertained. As they sat together on the couch that evening, she leaned against him, her red eyes twinkling with amusement.

"You're too easy to tease, honey," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

Mani sighed, though he couldn't help but smile. "And you're impossible, Mocha."

"And you love it," she replied, wrapping her arms around him.

Despite the chaos of the day, Mani couldn't deny that moments like these—no matter how embarrassing—were what made his life with Mocha so unforgettable.