Chapter 63: girls talk
Eren desperately tried to keep his jaw shut, his eyes bulging as he forcefully gulped down the mouthful of hot tea that he had nearly split out.
He cleared his throat aggressively, forcing a good smile onto his face as he looked at the breathtaking mature woman sitting across from him. "Ah... of course. A device crafted strictly for... relieving muscle tension and general body massage, correct?"
Carolynn tilted her head, offering a completely shameless, deadpan response. "Of course not. Let us not play coy, pretty boy. We both know it was designed for manual-free self-pleasure for women. And I absolutely require one."
Eren immediately realized he needed to thoroughly reassess the situation. A month ago, the daughter was caught red-handed in the library while masturbating, and she’s so secretive about her perverted habits. But this mature lady is an absolute, unfiltered, direct menace. He wondered if Norelia truly just got adopted or truly born to this woman.
Carolynn made a dramatic sigh, leaning back against the chair with a look of exhaustion. "It is entirely too tiring being a single lady of middle age. So, you should register for my private research club under my direct mentorship. Together, you can craft all sorts of fascinating, scandalous mechanisms."
Eren shook his head firmly, raising his hands in a polite refusal. "As deeply tempting as your hospitality sounds, Vice Principal, I must humbly decline the invitation. I am currently dedicated to my lazy lifestyle. I simply do not have time for extra academic duties. However, if it eases your burden, I would be more than happy to hand over the design."
Carolynn let out a cutesy, thoroughly exaggerated groan of protest, crossing her arms beneath her massive chest. "How incredibly cruel! I am the Vice Principal of the most prestigious institution. My daily life is entirely buried beneath mountain-high piles of tedious paperwork. I cannot stay cooped up in a dusty workshop all day to make my own self-pleasure machine! I am far too busy."
Eren offered a dry, completely unbothered look. "Well, that sounds like your issue, Madam."
The mature lady’s pouting expression slowly turned into a chillingly beautiful smile that looked like it made the temperature in the room drop instantly.
"My issue, you say? Just like the personal issue of a certain troublesome student who happens to harbor secret, highly intimate relations with the academy’s lecturer, the special sword instructor, and a remarkably well-endowed personal maid... all while being publicly betrothed to the cold daughter of the Reedings house?"
Eren’s entire posture stiffened instantly. This lady knows too much,
Carolynn smoothly stood up from the sofa and walked around the table. She stopped directly behind his chair, leaning down to playfully pinch his cheek with an affectionate tug.
"So, it looks like I will officially be taking on the role of mentor for my dearest future son-in-law," she whispered cheerfully and pure amusement. "I find myself looking forward to our private engineering sessions immensely."
She then leaned far forward over his shoulder, her head tilting upside down right next to his face as she offered a wide, deeply seductive smile. "And remember... you must keep this little transactional arrangement secret from my sweet Norelia. She’ll kill me if she gets to know about this."
Before Eren could even retort, Carolynn sneakily retrieved the camera from his pocket. She held it up to the light, examining the strange machine with intense curiosity.
"My, what a peculiar little device," she mused, turning it over in her palm. "Is this the clever scenery-capturing machine you created?"
Eren let out a slow breath, nodding his head. "Yes. It instantly prints a visual onto a sheet."
Carolynn then lightly tossed the device right back into his lap, before stepping back and striking an incredibly elegant, deeply scandalous pose against the edge of her desk. She smoothed down her orange hair, flashing him a highly suggestive wink.
"Splendid," the demon queen commanded. "Capture my likeness immediately, pretty boy. And make sure you capture my best angles."
***
Later that evening, in the commoner girls’ dormitory, Alice was currently rolling back and forth across her cot, kicking her legs with a lack of dignity expected of a future Saintess candidate.
"Ah, what an exceptionally long, chaotic day!" she cheered excitedly into her pillow, burying her face before snapping back up. "But did you see it, Violet? Eren Volsver has completely changed! He didn’t even look at me today. And Reinhardt also stopped hovering around me too. I feel like a massive weight has been lifted. I am absolutely thrilled!"
She paused, waiting for the mandatory enthusiastic response from her roommate.
Silence,
Blinking in confusion, Alice rolled over onto her side, propping her chin up with her hand to look at the neighboring bed, watching a tall, purple-haired beauty.
Violet was staring blankly at the ceiling as her mind was still occupied with the face of Eren.
"Violet?" the blonde heroine called out, tossing a small pillow over her. "What are you thinking about so deeply? You seem completely frozen."
Violet slowly turned her head, looking at her best friend with a lingering awe. "Alice... a guy actually came up and sat directly beside me during the morning lecture today."
"What?!"
Alice shouted at the top of her lungs, instantly getting to her knees, in pure panic. "A guy sat next to you?! Is he completely fine? Did he pass out or have to be carried to the infirmary?! Violet, why did you let someone near you? You know perfectly well that only I can be near you!"
Violet shook her head rapidly with a small flush appearing on her cheeks as she sat up. "No, no... he didn’t trigger any negative reaction at all. He was completely, perfectly fine. He sat right next to my desk for an entire hour without a single drop of discomfort. That is exactly why I am so thoroughly shocked. I... I think there might finally be someone else in this world besides you who can stand near my body without suffering any sickness."
Alice’s eyes instantly booted up with an immense surge of intense feminine curiosity. She practically crawled out of her own bed, scrambling across the rug to sit at the edge of Violet’s mattress. "Tell me immediately! Who was this mysterious man? Is he from a high noble bloodline? Was he exceptionally handsome? Speak!"
Violet looked at her golden-haired best friend with deep hesitation.
"It was... Eren Volsver," Violet whispered.
Alice was petrified for a moment before opening her mouth to shout, "WHAT?!"