Chapter 134: First dance 3
Emma hesitated for one last second, but she was defeated by her inner desire.
She placed her palm into his.
The instant her fingers touched with his, Eren pulled her up with sudden strength. Emma gasped as her tall, athletic frame was drawn against his.
"Time to let the muscle mommy shine."
Taking full advantage of her long, powerful limbs and natural physical conditioning, Eren transitioned the rhythm into a grand, passionate, and sweeping paso-doble-style waltz.
It was breathtakingly intense. Emma moved with precision, her long strides matching his with fierce, magnetic power. Every spin was crisp, every turn carried the undeniable authority of a decorated knight, yet beneath Eren’s smooth guidance, her raw athletic strength transformed into a display of smoldering femininity.
He spun her out wide, letting her long legs and the flowing satin of her gown cut a majestic arc through the air, before snapping her back into his chest with an audible thwack of fabric against fabric. Their hot breaths mingled.
Emma looked up into his blue eyes, her scowl melting into vulnerability as Eren dipped her deeply over the fountain’s edge, his hand locked around her waist.
The plaza erupted into cheers and applause.
Suspended over the water, looking up at the handsome, arrogant face of the boy who had completely rewritten her life, Emma let out a quiet, breathless laugh, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she gave in to the pure, overwhelming magic of the moment.
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The music gently stopped, bringing the spectacle to an end.
The central plaza had transformed into a mini festival. Enchanted by the breathtaking performance, the crowd showered the young street band’s case with coins. The brass-toned case was overflowing.
"I... I’ve never had this much fun playing in my entire life," the little violinist whispered, tiny tears of overwhelmed joy glistening at the corners of her wide eyes as she cradled her worn instrument.
Before the young troupe could process their sudden fortune, a portly, well-dressed elderly noble stepped out from the applauding crowd. Built remarkably like an teddy bear, and warm, approachable smile. His spectacles glinted as he looked down at the skinny street kids with wonder.
"Pardon the intrusion, little ones," the elderly lord spoke politely, his voice carrying the refined weight of a seasoned patron of the arts. "May I ask... where on earth did you talented children receive such magnificent musical instruction?"
The boy holding the wooden flute hesitated, nervously answering in a small voice, "W-We never had a master, sir... we just watched street performers from the alleys and practiced by ourselves."
The old noble’s eyes widened in shock. "You self-taught prodigies managed to hold a tempo of that caliber without guidance?!"
As the eccentric noble began passionately rambling about potential sponsorships, the little girl turned her head, searching the spot where the young noble had been standing just moments ago was completely empty.
He had simply vanished into thin air.
He had appeared out of nowhere, handed them enough coin to comfortably sustain them for three months, ignited an entire square into a generous donations, and slipped away without asking for a single word of praise.
"Who in the world was that mister...?" the little girl murmured softly under her breath, clutching her violin just a little tighter.
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Meanwhile, a few blocks away in the quiet alleys of the upper district...
Four specific lovebirds were practically floating in their little world, their breathless giggles echoing softly in the street.
Emma walked with her hands pressed against her burning cheeks, still humming from the intense rush of the dance. "I swear... I never imagined in my life that I would become a public romantic spectacle."
"I am entirely in agreement," Norelia breathed wistfully with dreamy smile. "I genuinely never wish to forget a single moment of that performance... I had no idea my body was even capable of moving with such grace."
Mira practically bounced along Eren’s flank, clutching his arm pressing with adoration. "The Young Master’s steps were ridiculously romantic! It was a thousand times better than any fairy tale!"
Emma suddenly narrowed her storm-grey eyes, leaning over with a suspicious look. "Alright, spill the truth, playboy. Where exactly did a notorious brat like you learn how to dance?"
Eren glanced back over his shoulder, his blue eyes sparkling with lazy charm. "What? Can’t a loving boyfriend secretly practice just to impress his three gorgeous ladies?"
"Yeah, right. As if we believe a single word of that nonsense," Emma, Norelia, and Mira muttered in perfect unison.
Eren chuckled with heartful content. He Halted his steps beneath the warm glow of an streetlamp, turning fully around to face his three lifelines.
"Alright, fair enough," Eren said, his voice soft, looking at their flushed, breathtakingly radiant faces. "Skepticism aside... are my lovely girls happy now? Did I manage to outshine that tragic, melodramatic protagonist from the theater?"
Norelia looked down with a soft, helpless sigh. "You completely outshined him, you idiot."
"You’re the undisputed best,idiot," Emma admitted.
"The absolute greatest in the universe!" Mira cheered, beaming with pure sunshine.
Eren puffed his chest out with theatrical satisfaction, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Excellent. Objective achieved. So... does this mean our group date has officially reached its conclusion?"
HALT.
The tender, fairy-tale romance in the air evaporated in a single second.
Simultaneously, the petite professor, the muscular knight captain, and the busty sugar baby locked their eyes onto him. Their smiles turned into three dangerously synchronized, thoroughly predatory grins that made every survival instinct in Eren’s brain scream to run.
"Concluded?" Norelia whispered, eyes flashing with unholy intent. "My dear Eren... you seem to have forgotten something."
"You promised an unrestricted, one-day master pass to use your body however we see fit," Emma reminded him with a wicked smirk.
"And since we all won together..." Mira giggled lewdly, licking her plump lips as she gripped his arm with terrifying strength. "The real date is only just beginning~!"
Before Eren could even process, three pairs of hands seized him, dragging their helpless playboy boyfriend.
’Fuck, I’m dead tonight. I guess this is my goodbye to the world.’