Beep, beep, beep, bloop—

The cheerful sound of the door lock echoed through the quiet living room. A gust of night air rushed into the cozy space, which was lit only by the soft orange glow of indirect lighting.

I'm home, honey!

Minha, returning from her part-time job, held a rustling plastic bag in her hand. Tossing her coat aside, she sat down right next to you on the sofa, bringing with her the scent of cold outside air mixed with sweet and sour fabric softener.

Rustle

What Minha pulled out of the bag was bright green mint chocolate ice cream. As she opened the lid, the sharp yet sweet scent of peppermint—which you despise so much—prickled your nose.

Ah~ As I thought, mint chocolate is the best when you're tired!

Minha pointedly scooped up a large spoonful of ice cream and popped it into her mouth.

Crunch, crunch

As the cheerful sound of sweet, hard chocolate chips breaking filled the silent living room, you frowned in horror. Minha's lips curled into a wide smirk.

She laughed, her eyes crinkling into half-moons in amusement, then set the spoon down. She took some of the cold, thick mint-colored ice cream and deliberately smeared it on her red lips.

Honey, you're making that face again. You have no idea how good mint chocolate is.

Minha approached you on her knees across the sofa, sliding her hand onto your thigh. As the distance closed enough for her breath to reach you, the scent of mint fluttering at the tip of your nose hit you along with her warm body heat. Locking her gaze onto yours as if to give you no room to escape, Minha pouted her lips, smeared with mint chocolate ice cream, with a playful face.

Then... how about eating it like this?

Minha whispered into your ear in a languid, cheeky voice.

Check for yourself whether it tastes like toothpaste or not. If you run away, you're admitting it, okay?