50 Contact from Northern Star (1/2)

Lanise woke up earlier than usual and rushed to the kitchen. There were several other chefs already preparing meals for everyone, but she decided to prepare a meal especially for the President. It was common knowledge that Ivan ate the same thing as everyone else, but Lanise was determined to make a meal especially for him.

She spent an hour thinly slicing exquisite four-dimensional meat before slowly cooking it in fat, ensuring the blue flame filled it up with as much energy as possible. On the side she also prepared some rice and vegetables before pouring a thick spicy sauce over it all.

Nodding in appreciation at her handiwork, Lanise hurried off with the dish with a blush on her face.

”I have breakfast for the President,” Lanise said shyly to the guard standing outside the door of Ivan's quarters.

The security guard was only there for formality as nobody on the ship would even consider attacking Ivan, but he still took his job seriously. He looked over the dish before nodding his head and stepping aside with a grin.

Lanise stood rooted to the spot as she did her best to muster up her courage. She grasped onto her waist-length platted air nervously before to enter Ivan's quarters.

Valeria, who always slept within Ivan's room, immediately woke up upon sensing the presence of another person. She opened her amber eyes and stared emotionlessly as Lanise from the corner of the room where she was sitting against the wall with her knees to her chin.

Lanise gave an awkward smile before moving over to the Ivan's bed, who also woke up as she sat on the side of the bed beside him.

”G-good morning, President. I prepared breakfast for you,” Lanise leant over and spoke with her face burning red, her clothing coming loose as she did and revealing her cleavage directly before Ivan, of which she conveniently seemed to not notice.

There was no way such a blatant body expression slipped by Ivan's notice. He was already wide awake as soon as he opened his eyes, and wasn't shy about peering into the ravine between her considerable-sized breasts.

”Thank you, Lanise.”

Ivan had complete self-control and accepted the bowl from Lanise, who didn't move as if to watch him eat. He took his eyes off her exposed breasts and eyed the bowl, picking up a small portion with a fork and placing it into his mouth.

Although he hadn't been picky with his food since waking up from stasis, he used to only eat the finest of dishes so could be considered somewhat of a connoisseur.

”Lanise, did you taste this first?” Ivan asked placidly, looking back up at the blushing chef who looked like she was about to throw herself at him any moment.

”N-no, President.”

”Try it,” Ivan picked up another portion of food and stuck it into the other party's mouth, forcing her to eat it.

Lanise's eyes were intoxicated as she leaned in further, almost on top of him now. Valeria had been feeling strangely uncomfortable for a while now and moved closer to the two, her eyes like an endless abyss staring at Lanise.

Ivan grabbed Lanise's jaw and held her back as he forced her to swallow the food.

”I-it could be better, President. I will imme… immediately make something better,” Lanise spoke as she started pressing against Ivan's hand, finally losing her restraint and started trying to push herself on Ivan.

While the Vulpes Celestials were superior in speed and agility, Ivan superseded them greatly when it came to raw strength. He held Lanise back before shaking his head.

”There is nothing wrong with the dish, it is just a poor choice. It is too heavy to be eaten first thing in the morning. This will do for now.”

Lanise panted lightly as she nodded while trying to press onto Ivan harder and harder to no avail. Ivan slyly let her get very close to him before stating, ”You still have duties to do Lanise, you still need to help cooking for the other Celestials, our glorious race.”

”Y-yes, President!” Lanise stuttered as she immediately jumped up and rushed out of the room without sparing a glance toward Valeria who was almost at the point of glaring toward her.

Once Lanise left, Valeria looked at Ivan continue his meal and asked, ”Is that okay, President?”

Ivan sent a brief meaningfully glanced toward Valeria before returning to his meal.

”It's fine, Valeria, it shows that I can without a doubt trust her. She may be extreme, but as long as she's applying her energy to the right cause, it's fine. You don't need to worry, I will manage her.”

Valeria silently nodded in response before Ivan added, ”Come sit down, Valeria, I truly can't finish this meal all on my own.”