Chapter 74: Nothing but Apron
Standing right by the entryway with a radiant, toothy smile on her face was his red-haired, busty maid. But the reason Eren’s processing unit suffered an immediate, total system crash was not because of how ridiculously cute or sexy she was, like always.
Mira was wearing precisely nothing except a cooking apron.
The thin fabric draped precariously over her magnificent, overflowing tits, her nipples peeking out beneath the cloth. The apron barely tried to conceal her curves, while her thick, beautiful legs and bare shoulders were put on full display.
"Welcome back, Young Master!" Mira chirped happily, folding her hands neatly in front of her apron as her green eyes lit with pure, shameless devotion. "I prepared a special welcome for you!"
Eren’s heart immediately went into overdrive, pounding against his ribs like a jet engine at full throttle. His vision narrowed into a tight laser focus, and a significant portion of his blood supply abruptly redirected itself straight down into a single, high-priority operational zone.
Standing right there in front of him, looking like a divine fantasy pulled straight out of the most explicit webnovels of his past life, was his sweet, red-haired maid. For the very first time, he had been completely defeated by her.
Mira thoroughly savored the sight of his jaw-dropping shock. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, leaning her upper body down just enough to send her overflowing, magnificent cleavage spilling in the thin apron.
"Are you shocked, Young Master?" she asked softly, her eyes sparkling with playful victory. "I was preparing dinner earlier and accidentally splashed water all over my uniform. While I was waiting for it to dry, I thought... why not give my sugar daddy a proper, unforgettable surprise?"
Before she could finish her teasing explanation, Eren surged forward and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest, holding her into a tight, fierce embrace that caught the red-haired beauty completely off guard.
"Y-Young Master?!" Mira gasped out, her cheeks instantly detonating into a deep, rosy pink.
Eren didn’t care that her massive, soft breasts were pressed directly against his chest with only a single layer of cloth separating them. He didn’t care about the intoxicating, sweet natural fragrance of her warm skin washing over his senses. All he cared about was the sudden wave of protectiveness surging through his entire soul.
She was his girl. Just like Emma, just like Norelia. And no blue-haired simp was ever going to touch a single hair on her head.
Mira stood frozen in his arms, her mind completely going out of station. She had fully expected him to immediately pin her against the wall and jump straight into fuck, totally forgetting about the world as always. Instead, she was being showered with an overwhelming, almost desperate affection that was nearly too much for her heart to handle.
"Young Master..." Mira stammered softly, her hands tentatively resting on his shoulders. "Is... is everything alright? Did something happen at the academy?"
Eren leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered in a clear tone that held zero trace of his usual sarcasm.
"Thank you, Mira...I swear to you... I will never let anyone hurt you. Ever."
A soft, confused chuckle escaped Mira’s lips, her heart melting like butter on the fire. "I... I don’t really understand what you mean, Young Master... but—"
She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Eren’s hand slid down past the thin tie of her apron, his fingers gliding over her silky, bare skin and sending a wave of intense goosebumps rippling across her body. He reached down and cupped one of her soft, magnificent butt cheeks, giving the plush flesh a firm, possessive squeeze.
"I love you, Mira," Eren said plainly, pulling her face up to look directly into her wide, shimmering green eyes.
The world around Mira instantly stopped spinning. Hell, it was the very first time those words had ever crossed his lips for her. Her brain completely fried, her breath catching in her throat as he defeated her in her own game zone.
Her mouth opened and closed like a gold fish, her words tumbling out in a stammering, completely incomprehensible way.
Eren, maintaining his devilish smirk, leaned in slightly. "So, my sweet sugar baby... is dinner finished, or are we still in the prep phase?"
Mira cooled down just a fraction, her cheeks still burning red as she averted her gaze toward the kitchenette. "I-I’m... still cooking, Young Master..."
Eren’s smile turned outright menacing, instantly sending her a warning of danger.
"Perfect. Let’s finish the cooking together then."
A few moments later, the delicious, mouth-watering aroma of spiced lamb flooded the entire dorm room. Mira stood in front of the counter, holding a wooden spoon to stir the bubbling pot on the mana stove.
Or at least, she was trying to stir it.
Standing right beside her, Eren had casually glided his fingers between her bare butt cheeks, dipping directly into her welcoming pussy. Every press, every slide of his fingers made Mira’s knees buckle, her breath coming in ragged, broken hitches as she tried desperately to maintain her balance.
"Y-Young Master... ahh!" Mira protested weakly, her hands held the edge of the marble counter for dear life. "This... this is too much! I can’t concentrate on cooking!"
Eren leaned over her shoulder, resting his chin against her cheek as his fingers continued their work. "Too much? More or less than your sudden, unannounced naked-apron surprise attack at the front door?"
Mira pouted cutely, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she yielded the argument completely. With a trembling hand, she finally managed to turn off the dial on the mana stove. "The... the food is done," she panted out, her vision practically drowning.
"Excellent," Eren murmured against her neck, his fingers retreating from her soaked cave with a slick sound. "Then let’s eat."
Mira barely had time to register his words before she realized "eating" doesn’t mean eating dinner she made.
Eren grabbed her around the waist, effortlessly lifting her and setting her right on top of the clean kitchen counter. He hooked his hands behind her knees and spread her thick, magnificent thighs wide open to reveal the view before him; it was nothing short of art. Her top half was precariously covered by the apron while her lower half was completely exposed, her wet pink pussy inviting him warmly.
"Y-Young Master... what are you going to do?"
Eren didn’t bother answering with words. As an elite operational strategist, he was strictly an action-oriented man.
He dropped to his knees right between her parted legs, leaning in to deliver a slow, hot drag of his tongue across her outer pussy.