Chapter 53: Triple attack
Eren specifically designed that corny-ass dialogue script so they would laugh, throw a few insults at him, and break the heavy atmosphere.
But he was currently experiencing suffocation.
The red-haired squeezed him with terrifying strength, her face buried into his neck as she wailed through her happy tears. "You are such an absolute idiot, young master! A brilliant, shameless, wonderful idiot! I swear to you, I will never, ever leave your side! I will serve you, manage your household!"
"Mmph—Mmph—!" Eren’s arguments were muffled against the overwhelming cushion of her spectacular tits. ’This is not how the situation was supposed to resolve!’
Mira pulled him back a little to launch a rapid kissing raid, planting loud, wet smacks all across his cheeks, forehead, and nose.
"Mwah! Mwah! Chu~! Mmmwah~!"
Fortunately, Norelia already anticipated this outcome and cast a soundproof spell. Not even a single sound could escape this room now.
Emma chuckled with amusement. "Fuck that, Eren. That was easily the most ridiculous, melodramatic speech I have ever heard a grown nobleman utter with a straight face. ’My affection is not a pie’? Honestly, where do you even get these lines?"
"Indeed," Norelia chimed in, watching Mira continue to plaster his face with kisses. "I never expected such nonsense to come out of that idiot’s mouth. But..." She paused, her red eyes softening just a fraction as she glanced at his thoroughly trapped, flushed face. "...He did manage to make my heart flustered. He doesn’t lie."
The pink-haired tomboy gestured toward Mira, her grey eyes flashing with a sudden, competitive spark.
"So, Miss Norelia. Are the two of us just going to sit here and allow this girl to monopolize him completely? At this rate, she’s going to dry him out."
The two girls exchanged a look, instantly forging a truce with a mutual nod, and moved to his side. Emma grabbed Mira’s waist and forcefully plucked the busty girl back as she was in the middle of an intense, deep lip-lock on him.
Mira loudly protested the sudden eviction, while Eren gasped for air, his lips suddenly missing the soft warmth of her lips. ’Thank the gods,’ Eren wheezed in relief. ’A few more seconds and I would have been recorded as the very first historical casualty of excessive kissing.’
But his relief lasted for one second before Emma grabbed him by the back of his head, pulled his face toward her side, and crashed her lips against his.
She locked away his air instantly, delivering a fierce, commanding kiss that sent a wave of raw heat all around his body. Guided by perverted instinct, his hand slid down and grabbed one of her tight, shapely butt cheeks behind her casual trousers.
Simultaneously, Norelia scrambled onto her knees on the carriage seat and leaned toward him. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck.
"How could you possibly think I would allow myself to be left out of this transaction?" she whispered right against his ear. The hot, breathy vibration of her voice sent a violent, shuddering sensation again.
She kissed his neck and pulled back to gently nibble on his sensitive earlobe, sending his other hand migrating upward to cup the small tits beneath her loose top.
Mira stood in the middle of the carriage, crossing her arms and pouting fiercely at being temporarily pushed out of the rotation. But her eyes quickly traveled downward, instantly spotting the bulging of his trousers. The monster was already fully excited by the double attack.
"Fine then. While you two are occupying his upper half, I will take proper care of the primary asset," she murmured, dropping straight onto her knees between his spread thighs.
The exact millisecond his zip and inner pulled, his thick-veined cock sprang out, delivering a soft slap right against her flushed cheek.
Mira whimpered sultrily, immediately wrapping her fingers around the rigid length. She leaned forward, using her wet, warm tongue to greedily lick all around the skin, the intense heat of the shaft and the texture of the pulsing veins beneath the skin driving her own inner desires to peak.
Eren’s head was completely pinned between the fierce, breathless kiss of the pink-haired tomboy and the teasing, nibbling lips of the petite scholar, while his lower half was being thoroughly worshiped by the wet tongue of his busty sugar baby. At this point, his brain just gave up.
’This has to be a simultaneous combination of the deepest pits of hell and the highest paradise. Not that I am complaining. But I never in my wildest thought expected all three of them to launch a one-versus-three raid against me in a moving wagon.’
Below, his cock gave a violent, impatient twitch as Mira’s soft tongue swirled around it, each ticklish, wet stroke ruthlessly frying his remaining brain and pushing his sanity right to the edge.
Right at that moment, Emma finally pulled back to catch her breath, but Norelia immediately seized the opening, grabbing his chin to take her turn. She captured his lips in a remarkably deep, sloppy, and passionate kiss, her wet tongue aggressively sliding into his mouth to wrap around his own.
’Fucking life,’ Eren thought, his eyes rolling back in bliss. ’I absolutely, thoroughly love this world.’
Emma slipped into his coat pocket, retrieving the camera. She held it up with a happy, wicked smile. "Let’s lock this moment too, shall we?"
"Yeth, pleath! I wanth thith picture to remember forever!" Mira’s voice came out like a cryptic muffled against his cock.
Norelia broke off her deep, wet lip-lock, breathing heavily as she gestured toward the device. "Hold the glass lens toward our side, captain. Ensure the lighting captures the entire scene."
Eren’s head was still spinning from heavy affection. "You just need to press the small button on top to trigger the flash," he muttered, his voice thick with bliss as Norelia immediately collapsed against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck and offering a genuinely happy smile for the lens.
Emma extended her long arm to its absolute physical limit, tilting the metallic box inward to perfectly frame the entire chaotic scenery.
They all turned their eyes toward the glass lens—Mira looking up from between his thighs with a flushed, adoring grin, Norelia leaning sweetly against his neck, Emma with a confident, victorious pose, and Eren looking like the most thoroughly spent, yet shamelessly triumphant man in the entire kingdom.
Flash!
***
Hours later, at night, the coachman gave a polite, respectful tap against the door. "Young Master? We have arrived at the scheduled town for our night stay. The rooms are prepared."
No response.
A sudden wave of panic washed over the old servant’s features, and he opened the door in panic to investigate the situation. But instead, his eyes widened after witnessing the scene.
The four of them were sleeping peacefully.
Norelia and Emma were slumped comfortably on either side of Eren’s shoulders, while Mira had fallen asleep as her head rested on his lap. Eren sat right in the middle of the pile, one arm loosely draped over the scholar and the other resting on the knight, a soft, lazy expression on his sleeping face.