Chapter 135: The best Kisser
Eren pushed himself back into the soft cushions of the grand VIP hotel suite, letting out a theatrical groan of fatigue.
The thing is...
He expected a violent four-way gladiator trial, but received this moment of relaxation instead. Now his soul feels vaguely swindled.
He hadn’t planned on booking the suite of the capital’s most luxurious inn. Still, after the girls had physically abducted him from the streets with promises of total boyfriend usage, he genuinely believed his pelvis was going to be shattered into fine powder before midnight.
Yet, here they were.
And absolutely doing nothing of the scandalous things he had imagined.
Eren stretched his aching neck, rolling his shoulders as he looked around the opulent room.
Across the room, Mira threw herself backward onto the king-sized feather mattress with zero grace. The impact sent a violent, mesmerizing shockwave through her massive chest, making her bountiful assets jiggle with glorious, hypnotic physics before settling.
"Uwaaah~!" the busty maid groaned into a pillow, letting out a long, sleepy yawn that stretched her sundress dangerously tight. "That was such an amazing day... but my legs feel like rock hard now!"
On the plush armchair directly opposite Eren, Emma sank back with her long legs splayed out in pure, unladylike exhaustion. She raised her muscular arms over her head, arching her back, and damn, those massive displays of her arms are pure cinema.
"I’ve endured seven-day forced marches through muddy monster territory without breaking a sweat... but a full day of date is a whole different level of torture."
Meanwhile, Norelia calmly stood near the refreshments bar, pouring chilled berry juice into four crystal goblets. She carried them, handing a glass to Emma, placed one on the nightstand for the melting maid, and handed the third to Eren.
"Thanks, my lovely Professor," Eren muttered, taking the cold glass with a deeply offended, thoroughly disappointed pout.
He took a slow sip, his blue eyes drifting over the trio with the sorrowful, betrayed look of a man who had been promised a feast and handed a single dry cracker.
Norelia took a seat right beside him on the sofa, crossing her slender legs. Noticing his stormy expression, she leaned in, resting her cheek against her palm with a smug, teasing glint behind her spectacles.
"Dear Eren... what is that silent tantrum for?" Norelia asked playfully, nudging his ribs with her elbow. "Were you perhaps imagining a different outcome for this evening? Something... more degenerate?"
"He definitely was," Emma snorted from across the table, swirling her juice. "Look at that pathetic face. He probably thought he was going to conquer all three of us the second the door clicked shut."
From the mattress, Mira poked her flushed, sleepy face out from behind a pillow, giggling lewdly. "Such an impatient pervert, our Young Master~!"
Eren scoffed loudly.
"How on earth is this my fault?!" Eren fired back, throwing his hands up. "You three literally kidnapped me, made terrifyingly predatory faces, and explicitly announced that the real date was only beginning! You girls corrupted my innocent mind with misinformation! I am the victim of false advertising here!"
He took an aggressive sip of his juice, leaning back with an exasperated shrug.
"Innocent?" Norelia raised an eyebrow, looking at him as if he didn’t publicly humiliate her with a remote-controlled vibrating device in the middle of a lecture hall.
"Yeah, yeah, totally innocent!" Mira giggled, rolling onto her stomach and resting her chin in her palms as her massive bust squished against the bed. "A pure, sweet little angel who definitely didn’t grope all three of us in the changing stall today~!"
Eren opened his mouth to defend his honor, but the suite turned into an eerie silence. It was the kind of suffocating quiet that even a veteran library committee felt deeply uncomfortable.
After a moment, Emma set her glass down, her storm-grey eyes locked onto him with intensity.
"I’ve had a specific question lingering in my mind ever since I allowed myself to be in this messy relationship."
"I have my inquiries prepared as well, Young Master!" Mira chirped, sitting upright on the bed with her green eyes wide and expectant.
"As do I," Norelia added.
"What in the absolute hell is with this sudden ambush?" Eren asked, leaning back into the sofa.
Emma leaned forward, resting her elbows on her toned knees. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but her gaze remained focused. "Tell us the absolute truth, Eren... who among us is your actual favorite?"
Instantly, all three women leaned in.
The temperature in the room fell.
’Is this the harem equivalent of asking if I’d still love them if they turned into an earthworm?’ Eren’s brain genuinely questioned in panic. One wrong step, and he would be tied upside down.
Eren set his glass aside and looked directly at each of them in turn.
"If you’re asking for a ranking, you’re not getting one," Eren replied calmly.
"Because there isn’t a contest running in my heart. I love every single one of my girlfriends with everything I have. Emma’s loyalty, Norelia’s brilliant, adorable mind, Mira’s pure warmth... and yes, even Aria’s icy, stubborn pride. You all hold entirely different, irreplaceable corners of my heart. There is no favorite when every single one of you is the whole damn prize."
Emma quickly turned her head away to glare at the wall, crossing her arms defensively. "Tch... you always have some absurdly smooth lines."
"Okay, then I get the next question!" The busty sugar baby piped up immediately, bouncing on the mattress. "Who is the absolute best in bed, Young Master?!"
Eren raised his hand. "Pass."
"Hey! That’s cheating!" Mira whined, while Emma clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"You can’t just run away, you coward!" Norelia protested, crossing her arms.
"I am exercising my basic human right to self-preservation," Eren shot back dryly, gesturing between them. "If I start breaking down your respective performances, I would have to compile a list of your various noises, positions, and habits. That would make me a degenerate."
"You are a degenerate," Emma muttered under her breath.
Norelia hummed thoughtfully, tapping her chin with a wicked gleam in her ruby eyes. "Fine. Then answer a simpler question: who is the best kisser among us?"
"Mira," Eren answered instantly without hesitation.
"YES!" Mira squealed, literally jumping up and striking a triumphant victory pose. "Take that, you two!"
Emma and Norelia glared at the dark-haired youth as he had just committed treason.
Eren casually shrugged. "What? It’s simple logic. Mira is the only one who gives me kisses whenever, wherever, with zero hesitation or embarrassment. Meanwhile, you two spend half your time getting flustered, denying your feelings, and threatening to break my bones before I can even get a peck."
"Oh, is that so?!" Norelia snapped, her pride as a woman completely detonating.
Throwing all restraint out the window, the petite genius abruptly climbed onto Eren’s lap, planting her knees on either side of his thighs and grabbing both sides of his face with her small hands.
"I am an extraordinary kisser, you ungrateful idiot!" Norelia growled, her face burning.
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[Images of dance]