Chapter 52: Corny Confession
There was a well-known psychological phenomenon. When a civilian spotted a police car trailing behind them, even the most law-abiding, innocent citizen would instantly break into a cold sweat and remember every single sin they’ve committed since their diaper-wearing days.
Right now, Eren was trapped in that exact psychological nightmare.
The silence inside the carriage was heavy with too much silence as three beautiful girls in his life were sitting across him.
On the right, the tanned tomboy was silently staring out the window with her chin on her palm.
On the left, the petite girl sat looking slightly awkward and sleepy, her head leaning against the side panel.
And right in the middle sat his busty red-haired maid, her massive chest practically spilling out of her new casual dress as she maintained a highly mischievous grin, yet sad that these two intruders were completely ruining her exclusive quality time with her sugar daddy.
To anyone outside, he looked like a multi-timing idiot who had been thoroughly cornered in a trap by his romantic partners, even though all three of these girls were fully aware of his complicated setup.
The concentrated feminine energy crammed into this space was spiking the atmospheric pressure to critical levels.
Unable to handle the silence any longer, Eren cleared his throat, drawing all three pairs of eyes toward him.
He pointed his finger first toward the pink-haired knight. "Alright, let’s talk about the situation. Emma, you applied to be a special swordsmanship instructor for the academy’s faculty, and the board gladly accepted a young Swordmaster without a second thought?"
He then turned toward the sleepy, perverted little bookworm on the left. "And you, Miss Norelia... you actually received an official offer to become a mana engineering lecturer years ago, but you kept rejecting it until this exact morning. You girls can explain why?"
Emma gave him a smug smile, resting her elbows on her knees as she leaned forward. "What’s the matter? You’re disappointed that we are tagging along and ruining your plan to spend the entire year pounding this overgrown sugar baby right here?"
Mira gave the tomboy a fierce glare. She turned to her, intentionally lifting her massive chest to show off her right in her face.
"Oh, please. Maybe Young Master is highly attracted to large, impressive things," Mira mocked playfully before leaning more towards Emma. "It is truly too sad that yours are so small compared to mine."
Instead of answering, Emma reached out and boldly cupped Mira’s bouncing chest with both hands and squeezed slightly, catching the busty maid completely off guard. Emma’s face was full of wonder.
"A-Ahhh!" Mira shouted, her face flushing as she tried to swat the knight away. "What in the world do you think you are doing?! Take your hands off my property!"
"By the gods, how is it even possible for these to be this large? What kind of ridiculous nutritional resources are you consuming?"
"Let go, you shameless brute!" Mira retorted, slapping Emma’s hands away as the two of them instantly launched into a chaotic, loud argument, their voices clashing in a flurry of petty insults and logic.
Meanwhile, Norelia quietly observed them and looked down, tapping her flat surface twice with her hands. She let out a tragic sigh of disappointment.
Justice for the flat.
Eren stared at the chaotic scenery in front of him, his jaw slightly slack. "Alright, pull back and stop fighting, please," Eren commanded, raising his hands to call a temporary truce.
Reluctantly, the two bickering girls backed off into their respective seats. Mira adjusted her ruffled blouse with a soft, submissive apology, while Emma merely turned her head back toward the window, offering absolutely zero remorse.
The heavy silence returned to the carriage again. Eren leaned back into the cushioned leather, his blue eyes quietly sweeping across the three now-quiet forms. For all their chaotic tendencies and degenerate behaviors, he had to admit one thing—when they were silent, these girls were breathtakingly beautiful.
The aesthetic value was simply too high to ignore. So he pulled out the camera, aimed the glass lens at the trio, and pressed the lever.
Flash!
A bright, magical light instantly flooded the carriage interior.
All three girls immediately turned their heads toward him, their expressions a mix of startled confusion and blinking bewilderment. Eren ignored their questioning looks, waiting for the sheet to roll out. He grabbed it and let out a smile as he looked at the result.
"Look at this," Eren said, turning the paper around and holding it out in the middle of the carriage. "See how good the three of you look when you’re all gathered in one frame."
Drawn by pure curiosity, Emma, Mira, and even the sleepy Norelia leaned forward simultaneously, their eyes locking onto the perfectly framed image. Captured upon the paper was a flawless reflection of their natural beauty—Mira’s flushed pout, Emma’s attractive profile against the window, and Norelia’s adorably sleepy, small face. For a few quiet moments, they simply stared, silently admiring the magic of the art.
Eren pulled the picture back, tucking it away into his pocket. He leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms as his expression grew serious. He decided it was time for a rare, cringey speech about his actual feelings.
"To be entirely frank, I’m glad things turned out this way. I’m genuinely happy that the three of you are sitting here with me today. At the same time... I want to formally apologize. I know I’m not exactly a traditional, exclusive partner who can give just one of you his undivided attention.
Every single one of you is profoundly special to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have met you. Given the absolute madness of this world, there will probably be unexpected situations in the future where I get dragged into complications with even more women. But there is one absolute truth you need to remember: my affection is not a pie to be divided into smaller pieces. I don’t love you all partially; I love each of you at my absolute maximum capability."
"I know I’m a shameless, arrogant idiot who brings nothing but headaches, dangerous things, and chaos into your lives. But... thank you for choosing to have me anyway, and I hope you girls will continue to take good care in the future."
Eren finished his grand declaration, keeping his expression steady while dying by cringe. But sometimes it was necessary to patch up relationships. He hoped they would be completely moved to tears right about now and stop fighting again.
He looked at his girls, expecting soft sighs or romantic compliance. Instead, they looked at him as if he had just spoken a highly dramatic theatrical script out of nowhere.
’Wait, did my cringeworthy monologue fail? Is my charisma not high enough —’
Before his internal panic could finish thinking, Mira suddenly burst into a heavy flood of happy tears.
"Young Master!" she wailed as she lunged straight across to him, throwing her entire plush body and massive chest right onto his lap.
Meanwhile, the coachman outside felt the carriage shake slightly. "Are they fighting or something?" he wondered.