My Very Own Chernigov

It’s Sunday, 5:45 PM. I’m next to the sink and looking downward. “It goes like this,” I murmur to myself as I move my right hand and stick my middle finger down to the first joint. Yep, this is not deep enough. I should keep going. Water gradually flows out of the faucet and my right hand gets doused up to the wrist as I turn it open. I focused on the slowly trickling stream until I got it right. “Gotcha,” I mutter as my middle finger goes exactly two joints deep.

This is the art of cooking rice, the golden ratio, an arcane Asian wisdom that puzzles the West. Volume? Proportion? Those go out of the window. No matter how much rice you have in a pot, the right amount of water will always be two finger joints above the rice. Don’t ask me why and how that works, it just does. And they say magic doesn’t exist, huh?

Now let’s see what’s in the bar fridge… Hmm, there’s barely anything. A small round microwaveable container with kimchi, another one with ground… probably pork? There’s also a tiny half slice of cabbage and other basic stuff like butter and cheese. Welp, I’d just do a quick visit to that tiny bakery. They aren’t sari-sari stores but they mostly sell sundries at the bare minimum. I picked up the purse on the desk and checked. There’s a couple hundred pesos inside and some coins so it’s all good.

At the bakery, the same guy busy on his phone isn’t there. He seems to be at a university student age so he must still be not home yet. Instead, an older lady was tending to the bakery and our eyes met.

“Hi, I haven’t seen you before. Are you new here?”

“Ah, yes. I’m Mayumi. I just moved into Mrs. Villanueva’s apartment.”

“Oh, are you a student? College?”

“No, I can’t afford college so… I’m gonna start working on a convenience store over there next week.”

“I see…”

“Ah, do you have a bottle of soy sauce? And a clove of garlic too if there’s any.”

“Yes, give me a moment.”

“…”

I look around and there are a few people around looking at me. I want to say it’s the power of my Papi Bear shirt but I’m almost sure these are stares of either admiration, something else improper, or both. Fortunately, the lady didn’t take too long to hand me what I was here for so I paid for it right away. But for some urge of curiosity, I blurted out a question before I noticed.

“By the way, is the guy who manned the store yesterday not around?”

“Guy? Ah... You must be talking about my son, Rommy. You know him?”

“Oh, I just saw him yesterday evening when I went to buy some bread. Umm.. He gave me a few for free so I ended up not buying anything.”

“Ohh? Hmm…”

She started giving me a weird but discerning look so I asked if I should pay for it but she just waved her hand declining. I bowed my head and said goodbye so I could escape that awkward situation. Back to the sink, I grumbled upon the realization that there already were small bottles of soy sauce, vinegar, and fish sauce there. I wistfully put the bottle of soy sauce next to each other and sighed in disappointment.

It’s time for my special “Fridge Clearance Fried Rice” which is synonymous with a quick hot meal for single men and women who got home too late for shopping and too poor for takeouts. It’s basically just a sauté of anything left in the fridge and frying the rice with it. If you feel a bit posh, you can throw in anything delicious like butter or chili oil, or top it with grated cheese. I don’t feel like washing the cheese grater so I just topped it off with a bit of butter and some kimchi. It’s a soy sauce/vinegar/garlic marinated ground pork and kimchi fried rice. This should last for five to six small servings so I’ll make it last until lunch the day after tomorrow. Anyway, time for the first serving!

After a satisfying early supper, went to brush my teeth right away to avoid any unintentional garlic breath towards the forthcoming visitor. And at 7:12 PM, I heard the knock that I’d been expecting while sitting at my desk. I open the door and there is Mat with a huge box in his arms.

“Hello, Big Sis. I brought the PC.”

“Finally! Thanks, Mat!”

He stays still without budging despite the obvious struggle. Puzzled, I followed his gaze.

“Just put the box down there.”

“This is heavy, though.”

“I know, but you can focus looking with those off your arms.”

“Ah…”

“Come on, not like I’ll send you away right after you put that box down. You can take your time ogling at Big Sis.”

“Ugh…”

He compiles by putting the box right in front of the door, obviously embarrassed but still proceeds to look at my body for more than five seconds until I spoke: “Alright, that’s enough. Once again, thanks for carrying this all the way!” I bend down to pick up the box and it sure is as heavy as it looked and caught Matthew looking down my shirt. He definitely saw what’s in there.

“This brat! You gave you permission to see what’s behind my shirt, young man?”

“Ahh! I’m sorry!”

I gently kicked the side of his knee in playful retaliation. This kid is really a slave to his hormones. I have to properly set boundaries to avoid any future issues. And this guy needs to know how strict I am. Yeah, we’re close in age but let’s set the hierarchy. I’m the top dog here, kiddo! I pushed his chest to back off and was about to close the door when...

“Uh, Big Sis…”

“What, do you need anything else from me?”

“That box is just the rig.”

“Duh!”

“No, I mean, the monitor is in a separate box.”

“Huh, where is it? There’s only a single box here, though.”

“It’s still in my room.”

I couldn’t believe what I just heard, I went to the box in my room a couple of meters in front of the door and bent down to take a peek inside. It really is just the tower. I gave him yet another higher kick, this time on the side of his thigh.

“What the hell!? You did this on purpose, huh?”

“Sorry...”

“So, you get to ogle your big sis twice? Ugh…”

“Hehe, sorry...”

“Should we just call this deal off? You keep on pushing your luck.”

“No, please! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Please, I promise!”

This kid managed to pull a fast one on me. I won’t just take this lying down, though. My pride as the older one tells me not to quit while I’m behind.

“I’ll let it go just this once. No more second chances though.”

“Thank you, Big Sis!”

“Under one condition…”

“Huh? Alright, if it’s within my capacity…”

“Ask your mom if I can get my own internet service in my room. I’ll pay for it but I’ll need her permission since she owns this while building, right?”

“Yeah, leave it to me! I still have the contact details of a contractor for my ISP!”

“Then, you should do all the paperwork for me. Ask your mom if you need any help with my personal details.”

“Okay, sis.”

I nodded to myself in yet another job well done. Should I consider Matthew my first-ever simp, or is it the guy in the bakery? That sounds rude but it should be an honor to be the first-ever official simp of mine, regardless.

“Why are you still here?”

“Ah…”

I noticed him standing still out there and it didn’t take me long to know why. Since I’m still bent down in front of the box and facing away from the door, this brat is blatantly staring at my ass. What a resourceful kid, or should I say opportunistic? I really can’t let my guard down around him. But as the wise men said in the past, a crisis is an opportunity in disguise. I took that wisdom into me as I started wiggling my behind left and right and spoke with an alluring voice.

“Mat, bring that monitor here already~!”

“Ah… O-Okay, give me a minute!”

Matthew dashed through the hallway and towards the stairs in panic. That face with a blend of shock and delight made me chuckle. I do feel like I gave the brat too much fan service and you bet I’m gonna wring him out for that. As I walked towards the door to watch him dash away like an excited puppy, I noticed Serina leaning against the jamb of her door having a smoke with a tiny ashtray on her left hand.

“Hey, you’re good.”

“Ah, Miss Serina… Good evening.”

“So, you’re after the kid?”

“Ah, no… We’re just friends.”

“Friends, huh? You’re leading him around by the nose well.”

“Oh, that’s just us fooling around. It isn’t like that.”

“Be careful, though. I tried to approach the kid before but the manager caught me and I almost got kicked out.”

“Approach?”

“You know, the usual. A bit of small talk while sticking close to him. I guess I went overboard when the manager caught me pressing my tits against his back.”

“Whoa…”

“I gave up the thought, though. The kid didn’t seem to like it so I thought he was gay at the time. But seeing you two, I guess it was just the age gap. Can’t blame him since I’m like a decade older.”

“Err… Wasn’t that, risky? He’s still in high school.”

“Right? Come to think of it, that was stupid. I thought I’d get free rent if I did that.”

“Ah, hahaha…”

She pressed the filter against the ashtray to snuff the remaining ember after she finished up with one long final drag and waved goodbye as she closed her door. Right, I should be more careful lest I want to be kicked out of this building. It was a weird conversation so I simply brushed it off and sat on the box in my room waiting until Matthew brought the second box, facing the door I left open for his arrival.

“Huff, huff… Here’s the monitor.”

“Hold it! Just put it down there. Don’t dare take a step into my room, young man!”

“Uh, right.”

He did as I said and put the box down. I went towards the door and squatted down to pick it up myself. Tough luck for him, though. This time, I covered the neck of my Papi Bear shirt with my right hand as I picked the thinner and lighter box with just my left hand. I looked up and saw his head turned away from me, showing that he made true to his promise. What a cute kid, horny but cute. At least he doesn’t seem to be a danger to me, or so I thought.

“Good, good. Looks like I can trust this good boy.”

“O-Of course! I’m not that kind of guy, Big Sis.”

“Yeah, sure. Ya simp.”

“Ugh…”

The sudden thought of Pavlov’s Theory came to my mind. Maybe I should commend his good deeds with some positive enforcement. I raised my body, carrying the monitor box with both hands, and used an alluring tone in my voice once again.

“Hey, Mat. Thanks for the PC. I’ll give you 10 seconds. You can turn your head here when I say start. Ready, set… Start~!”

Matthew turned his head towards me for a second dose of free staring at me. What greeted him was nothing he expected. In fact, nobody sane would’ve come up with this. It is something that’s only possible right here and right now.

“A-A-A-A-Ah…”

His brain seemed to have short-circuited upon the view. I’m currently standing straight with a wide bewitching smile showing my set of white teeth meshed shut, my eyes mischievously arching in a slight upward crescent and my head slightly tilted to the left. It could be seen as an inappropriately rude face to make in front of someone else but that isn’t really a mind-blowing sight to behold. It was what was beneath my neck.

I’m now holding the monitor box from beneath on both sides, with my breasts resting atop its approximately 4-inch wide flat surface. I loudly counted down from ten to zero before shutting the door with my right foot.

"Goodbye, Mat~!"

This lucky brat got to feast upon the sight of this heavenly body. Now I’ll work him to the bones and his only motivation is the fact that I give him some extra fan service for doing well.

Praise classical conditioning! Praise be to you, Mr. Pavlov! I’ll make sure to remember your teachings when I start to train more simps online! I exclaimed like an idiot whilst a cool breeze blew into the open window in my empty yet cozy room.