Chapter 68: second mission
Eren grinned like an idiot.
Honestly, no gentleman whose sanity is still intact or drowning in this kind of tight, raw pleasure would ever possibly resist the desperate, begging pleas of his girlfriend at this moment.
He grabbed her chin aggressively, tilting her head up forcefully. Emma offered zero resistance, willingly submitting to his forceful touch.
"Look at you," he teased, voice low and cocky as he looked into her eyes. "You really love me that much? Ready for anything? Damn, my fierce, scary captain is completely submissive right now. "
Emma nodded fast, her pride nowhere to be found in the haze of her mind. "Yess... I’m yours," she gasped out shamelessly. "I’m your slut on this bed... Who’ll give you everything... I love you, Eren!"
He slammed in deep with one final thrust that sank his dick all the way into her.
Fuck, this is making me crazy.
Emma screamed as her whole body shook, "AHHH! FUCK—!"
Eren held his hips against hers, flooding his entire pent-up load deep inside her tight, throbbing pussy, with his hot, divine seed.
Emma clung to him for dear life, her legs locked around his waist like she never wanted to let go, milking every single drop he had to offer.
"Ah... Eren..." she whimpered against his neck. "It’s so warm... I can feel all of it inside me..."
Eren rested his forehead against hers, taking in the breathtaking sight below him.
Right now, she wasn’t the feared academy instructor who kicked soldiers’ asses. She wasn’t the war-crazy, stern captain of the Volsver house.
She was simply his woman, sprawling completely naked on his bed, panting and full of his cum, and he was her man.
She was just a passionate girl who had fallen hopelessly in love with the very guy she once claimed to despise. And honestly? Eren was perfectly fine with that. If she wanted to lock him down forever like this, he wasn’t going to complain.
Not even for a second.
After staying in that tangled, messy position for a few more moments, Emma leaned up. She pressed a surprisingly soft, affectionate kiss directly onto his forehead—a quiet, undeniable proof of just how much he meant to her.
"Forgive me, Eren," she whispered in a sincere tone. "I shouldn’t have fought with you like that. I shouldn’t have avoided you for days. I was just... frustrated."
Eren offered a forgiving smile, brushing a damp strand of pink hair behind her ear. "Are you ok with staying here all night, Captain? Just holding each other until the sun comes up?"
Emma nodded energetically, her grey eyes lighting up with genuine relief.
Eren pulled the thick blanket up over them as he settled in beside her. Despite his own decent height, Emma’s tall, athletic frame practically enveloped him beneath the sheets, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist to keep him locked against her.
"I love you, you idiot."
"I love you twice as much."
Emma smiled happily at his words. For a woman who had spent years killing off her own emotions just to become the perfect swordmaster for the Volsver house, experiencing this kind of deep, unfiltered love was nothing short of a miracle.
For a solid ten minutes, Eren lay there, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her peaceful, happy expression without a single drop of boredom. Her soft tits were pressed against his chest—the arrangement that he absolutely, under no circumstances, was going to complain about.
But as the silence of the room settled in, a serious train of thought began creeping into his mind.
His cocky smirk slowly faded. He had made a massive, almost fatal miscalculation recently. He had nearly gotten himself killed by his own fiancée, Aria. Even though he had managed to talk his way out of it and assert control over the situation, the terrifying reality remained: he was walking on a razor’s edge.
He desperately needed to get stronger. He needed the power to defend himself properly without risking the lives of his girls. He couldn’t afford to lose his life and leave them all entirely alone in this shitty world.
’Am I even worthy of all this absolute, unconditional love?’ he wondered silently.
No matter what absurd, highly suspicious things he did daily, his girls might get angry; they might scold him for risking his life, but they never once truly questioned him. They trusted him implicitly.
But the heavy truth was... he wasn’t really Eren Volsver.
He was Eric. He was just a normal guy from another world, currently walking around wearing the skin of a notoriously trashy noble.
He didn’t belong here, yet here he was, reaping all the benefits. And there were so many glaring mysteries surrounding his own existence that still made zero sense. He had no idea how he had suddenly acquired these ridiculous, high-tier bedroom skills. He had no idea how his physical body was suddenly strong enough to clash with a legendary swordmaster on the training field today without his bones turning to dust.
’Seriously,’ Eric thought with a dry, internal sigh, pulling Emma a little closer to his chest. ’The MILF Goddess and system gave me a second chance at life, but completely skipped the patch notes on how my physical stats got buffed to this absurd degree. Not a single mention of it, no matter how much I asked the system.’
Before he could go deeper into his existential crisis, a familiar, glowing blue interface window abruptly popped up directly in his vision.
[My, my... aren’t you quite the love-struck little romantic tonight, Host?]
The cheeky, smooth female voice of the system echoed in his head, dripping with lighthearted mockery.
’What in the world is your business here at this hour?’ Eren deadpanned silently in his thoughts. ’Did you really drop into my mental space just to act as an uninvited audience for my private time with my girls?’
[Please. I am a high-tier transcendent entity. I have zero need for mundane human romantic emotions. I am merely here to deliver your earned compensation.]
A bright, festive notification banner flashed across his vision:
[Achievement Unlocked: The Captain’s Absolute Submission]
[Description: Successfully dismantled the pride of the legendary swordmaster and made her submessive.]
[Reward: +150 Fate Points]
’Well, now we’re talking. A few more points under my belt and I can officially upgrade my aura skill. The ROI on tonight’s penalty session is looking fantastic.’
[However,] the System’s playful tone suddenly turned more serious.
[I am not merely here to distribute casual rewards. It is officially time to initialize your Second Main Mission.]
[Main Quest: Divert the Impending Cataclysm]
[Primary Objective 1: Prevent the upcoming tragedy of the Carnival Carnage Arc.]
[Primary Objective 2: Intervene and completely avoid the tragic fate awaiting the target: Violet.]
Eren’s eyes widened in jaw-dropping shock.
’Violet?!’