VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

Emma’s grey eyes practically fired artillery shells into the cramped stall. "We found it suspicious when Eren disappeared outside and you still hadn’t stepped out, Professor... especially when rodent squeaks started coming through this stall."

"Yeah!" Mira added, puffing out her cheeks in an adorable display of rage. "Rodents in extreme heat, to be precise! Leaving that aside... care to explain this scandalous situation, Miss Genius?"

Norelia gave a formal cough, scrambling to reclaim whatever tattered remnants of her dignity remained. She pointed an accusing finger straight back at the man still holding her against him.

"I-It was Eren’s fault to begin with!" Norelia sputtered, her face red with lying embarrassment. "I merely asked his help with a jammed zipper, and this degenerate immediately escalated the entire situation into a public violation! He is a hopeless, predatory pervert!"

Eren’s jaw dropped, looking down at the treacherous petite creature in his arms in absolute disbelief.

"Are you serious right now, Norelia?!" Eren shouted, gesturing wildly between her and the mirror. "You were the one rubbing your ass against my little brother! Do you have any idea how much willpower it took to keep that monster contained in these trousers?!"

Norelia sniffed haughtily, tilting her chin up despite her violently red ears. "A true gentleman would possess the moral fortitude to resist such basic temptations. The fact that you reacted so shamelessly proves you are a bona fide degenerate."

Eren let out a long, theatrical sigh, staring up at the changing room ceiling in defeat. Trying to argue with a flustered genius who possessed zero shame when deflecting blame will leave him futile.

"Fine. I yield to your airtight gaslighting," Eren muttered dryly, slowly releasing his arms from her. He stepped back and raised both hands with the most pitiful, weaponized puppy-dog expression.

"I surrender unconditionally, ladies. The court has found me guilty of high treason. So... what is my punishment?"

The curtains completely shut as both ladies stepped boldly into the stall, instantly converting the cramped dressing booth into an overcrowded den of danger.

Eren cleared his throat, offering a nervous grin as he gestured toward the thin gaps. "Look, my gorgeous ladies... as much as I deeply respect the judicial process, maybe we should adjourn this court session to a more private venue? We’re literally inside a high-end public boutique—"

"Oh, now the honorable Eren cares about public decency?" Emma scoffed, her eyes narrowing with amusement as she closed the distance. "You were two seconds away from completely ravishing Norelia, and suddenly you’ve rediscovered your civic manners?"

Before Eren could deliver his side of defense, Emma slammed both hands against the wall on either side of his head, effectively pinning him in place. Her tanned shoulders flexed, trapping him like a helpless rabbit against a lioness.

Eren’s mind cheered with zero survival instinct.

From the side, Mira stepped beside with a cat-like smile. Her soft hand roamed over his chest before going straight down, wrapping her fingers around the rock-hard bulge straining against his trousers. She gave it a slow, agonizing squeeze, making Eren’s breath hitch.

"The verdict is unanimous, Young Master," Mira whispered against his ear, her green eyes glittering with mischief. "Your punishment is extreme sensory deprivation... You get to endure all of us, but you don’t get to finish until we say so."

Without wasting a single second, the busty maid reached behind her back and slipped out of her dress, letting the fabric drop to the floor, leaving herself in nothing but a frilly, pale-yellow bra and matching panties. Her massive, gravity-defying assets bounced free, practically screaming for squeeze. She grabbed Eren by his shirt collar and yanked him down, burying his face directly into the warm, ridiculously soft, fragrant valley of her overflowing cleavage.

"Lord have mercy on my mortal soul," Eren groaned into her skin, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent while his hands reflexively gripped her soft ass.

Meanwhile, Norelia had quietly tried to take two stealthy steps toward the curtain, clutching her discarded dress and attempting a desperate retreat.

But the sharp captain caught the petite genius by the scruff of her neck.

"And where do you think you’re sneaking off to, Miss Accomplice?" Emma muttered, dragging the squeaking, bright-red professor back into the center of the stall.

Norelia mechanically rotated her head with a guilty smile. "I... I simply thought that since you two have taken over, my presence is no longer required. I shall wait in the lounge until his sentence is fully carried out—"

"You started this entire fire with your little zipper scheme. Your punishment is staying right here and watching every single second of what you provoked."

Norelia gulped helplessly, echoing through the tiny stall as Emma pulled down her own dress revealing her athletic physique in a black sports-style undergarment set—toned abs, thick thighs, and firm bust on full, glorious display.

"Alright, playboy," Emma whispered, a wicked, merciless smirk spreading across her tanned face. "Let’s see how long that monster of yours can survive."

And what followed in the fitting stall was an absolute cinema.

Erem was trapped between a wall of toned muscle and a mountain of soft, bouncing maid tits. He was completely at their mercy. Emma claimed his mouth first, leaning in to deliver a deep and thoroughly possessive kiss that looked like pure authority. Her muscular arms locked around his shoulders, her calloused fingers tangling in his dark hair, dragging groans from his throat while Mira remained glued to his front.

The busty maid was practically purring like a spoiled cat, rubbing her overflowing chest against him while her hands skillfully worked through his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. Every time Eren tried to thrust his hips forward to seek friction, Emma would break the kiss just enough to bite his lower lip, holding him back with a taunting chuckle.

It looked like he was being held hostage in paradise.

But Norelia was forced to witness every single filthy detail.

The petite professor clutched her dress tightly; her eyes were wide, glassy, and completely consumed by a feverish, uncontrollable haze. Seeing Eren’s handsome face flushed with desperate desire, listening to the wet, lewd sounds of Emma’s passionate kisses, and watching Mira’s voluptuous body grinding shamelessly against him frying her brain.

Her breath became ragged and her knees wobbled.

Seeing Mira slide a greedy hand down into Eren’s unfastened trousers to stroke the thick monster, Norelia finally snapped.

"To hell with the punishment!" Norelia squeaked out. "I can’t take this anymore! I want him right now!"

Abandoning her dress onto the heap of clothes on the floor, the petite genius threw all dignity out the window and lunged forward. She jumped straight into the fray, wrapping her slender arms around Eren’s torso and her small breasts pressing urgently against his side.

"Touch me also, you idiot!" Norelia whimpered, biting his shoulder with zero shame.