Pseudoragori : Milking The Cafe With My Minotaur Wife-Chapter 22: Yoga Day

It was a quiet morning at home, the sun streaming through the curtains and filling the living room with warm light. Mani was comfortably settled on the couch, sipping his coffee and flipping through a book, when Mocha approached him with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Honey," she said, her red eyes glinting with excitement, "I've got an idea for how we can spend the day."

Mani glanced up at her, already sensing that whatever she had planned would be anything but relaxing. "What kind of idea?"

"Yoga," Mocha declared, placing her hands on her hips.

"Yoga?" Mani repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Since when do you do yoga?"

"Since now," she said with a wink. "It's supposed to be great for relaxation and flexibility. Plus, it's something we can do together."

Mani sighed, already feeling his resistance fading under her enthusiasm. "Alright," he said reluctantly. "But go easy on me, okay?"

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Mocha grinned, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Don't worry, honey. You'll love it."

After setting up a pair of yoga mats in the living room, Mocha disappeared to change. When she returned, Mani's jaw nearly hit the floor.

She was dressed in a skin-tight yoga outfit that left very little to the imagination. Her top was a deep-cut sports bra that struggled to contain her massive breasts, the fabric pressing snugly against her soft, plush curves. Her leggings hugged her thick thighs and plump butt perfectly, the material so form-fitting it was almost translucent in the sunlight.

"Ready to get started?" Mocha asked, pretending not to notice his wide-eyed stare.

Mani cleared his throat, trying to look anywhere but directly at her. "Y-yeah, sure."

Mocha smirked, clearly enjoying his flustered reaction as she moved to her mat. "Alright, let's start with something simple."

She got into a downward dog position, her hands and feet planted firmly on the mat as she arched her back. The pose emphasized the curve of her plump butt, the tight fabric of her leggings stretched taut over her generous hips.

Mani's face turned bright red, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the provocative display.

"Come on, honey," Mocha said, glancing back at him with a teasing smile. "You're supposed to be doing yoga, not just watching."

"S-sorry," Mani stammered, quickly mimicking her pose.

As they moved through various poses, it became increasingly clear that Mocha was using this as an excuse to tease him. She stretched her arms high above her head, her massive breasts bouncing slightly with the motion.

"Feel the stretch," she said, her tone dripping with playful innocence.

Mani tried his best to focus on the exercises, but every time he glanced at Mocha, she was in another position that seemed specifically designed to show off her curves. In the cobra pose, she arched her back, pushing her chest forward in a way that made her cleavage look impossibly full.

"Isn't this great for the back?" she asked, her red eyes glinting as she caught him sneaking a glance.

"Uh, y-yeah," Mani replied, his voice cracking.

Next came the cat-cow stretch, where Mocha alternated between arching and rounding her back. Each movement emphasized the sway of her hips and the plumpness of her butt, her tail flicking lazily as if to draw even more attention.

"You're doing great, honey," she said, glancing at him with a playful smirk.

Mani's face was practically glowing red as he tried to keep up with her.

When it was time for the seated forward fold, Mocha leaned forward, her massive breasts pressing against her thighs as she reached for her toes. The way her top clung to her chest made it impossible for Mani to look away, no matter how hard he tried.

"Are you stretching, or are you staring?" Mocha teased, her voice filled with amusement.

"Stretching!" Mani said quickly, though his burning cheeks betrayed him.

As they finished the session with a child's pose, Mocha leaned forward on the mat, her butt high in the air and her thick thighs on full display. She held the pose for an extra-long time, glancing back at Mani with a knowing grin.

"You're supposed to join me, honey," she said, her tone playful.

Mani sighed, his face still red as he got into the pose. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

Mocha chuckled, sitting back on her heels and pulling him into a hug. "Maybe a little," she admitted, her red eyes sparkling. "But you're too cute when you're flustered. I couldn't resist."

Mani buried his face in his hands, though he couldn't help but smile. "You're impossible, Mocha."

"And you love it," she replied, ruffling his hair.

As they packed up the mats, Mani couldn't deny that the yoga session, though exhausting in more ways than one, had been a memorable experience—just like everything else with Mocha.