Chapter 116: Emma’s bet
Theo scratched the back of his neck, his brow furrowing in puzzlement. "I mean... I know Eren’s been training religiously and polishing his swordsmanship over the past few weeks, but to defeat Reinhardt like that? Reinhardt mastered aura years ago! That kind of gap..."
Vaelis leaned his elbow casually against the stone railing. "It’s actually quite simple, Your Highness. Anyone with a functioning brain could defeat Reinhardt. And Eren just proved he possesses a sharp mind to match his physical capabilities."
All three of them turned toward him, their curiosity piqued.
Violet tilted her head, her purple eyes wide with innocent wonder. "What do you mean, Lord Vaelis?"
Vaelis pointed a finger down toward the center of the ring, where Reinhardt was still pitifully groaning in the dirt while a medical team hesitantly approached him.
"Look at the so-called hero," Vaelis explained. "A true master of the blade requires emotional composure, patience, and sharp battlefield awareness. Reinhardt brought none of those today. He was consumed by reckless rage, desperate for public validation, and driven by ego. Eren didn’t just fight him physically; he baited him, predicted every single impulsive move, and made a trap that Reinhardt walked right into."
Vaelis shifted his gaze across the grounds, locking onto the shaded canopy. Down below, Eren was casually lounging on a wooden bench, looking completely unbothered while Emma waved her clipboard at his face in a flustered, heated argument.
"I suppose I’ll have to retract my previous statement," Vaelis murmured under his breath, watching Eren dodge another smack from Emma’s clipboard with a grin. "Humans might actually prove to be far less boring than I originally thought."
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Eren stood frozen at the entrance of his dorm room, his dark blue eyes wide as his brain underwent a catastrophic, short-circuiting existential crisis. Current reality exceeds all theoretical expectations,
Normally, a typical evening return meant finding his bubbly, red-haired sugarbaby bustling around the kitchenette, preparing a warm meal before bounding over to wrap him in an affectionate welcome hug.
But today?
The universe had decided to hand him the absolute peak jackpot of his entire life.
Standing right at the doorway was his fierce, muscular, hot-tempered tomboy girlfriend dressed in a maid uniform so outrageously micro-sized it was practically a crime against fabric laws.
"W-Welcome home... Y-Young Master..." Emma squeaked out, her usually authoritative voice cracking painfully in real time. "Your... your dinner is almost ready..."
Her tanned face was undoubtedly visibly red, her storm-grey eyes averting to the wall decor as she stood there in pure, hyperventilating embarrassment. The micro-skirt didn’t even attempt to cover her thick, sculpted, athletic thighs, exposing a scandalous stretch of bare skin that led up to her toned hips. Worse—or vastly better—the top was stretched so tight across her massive tits that her nipples pressed against the fabric, perfectly accentuating her jaw-dropping curves.
Eren felt as though he had just hit the one-billion lottery jackpot. His little brother immediately roared to life inside his trousers, screaming in desperation to be unleashed.
’Thank you, Reinhardt,’ Eren prayed silently toward the heavens with gratitude. ’Your pathetic beatdown died for the single greatest cause in human history.’
Letting out a low, extremely praising chuckle, Eren stepped towards her with predatory confidence.
"Ohh well, Captain..." Eren whispered with a husky tone, his eyes shamelessly enjoying every single inch of her exposed muscular body. "Did you really put on this glorious little uniform just for your Young Master?"
Emma shot him a glare that could make elite soldiers kneel on the battlefield, but he was not a soldier, and the intensity of her blush completely ruined any threat of violence.
"Shut up, you unhinged, perverted idiot!" she hissed in a harsh, breathless whisper, her chest heaving. "You... you forced me into that stupid bet! I should have known you were planning to dismantle Reinhardt in under five minutes all along!"
As Eren casually walked past her into the living area, he let his naughty hand give her butt a solid smack.
SLAP!
Emma shuddered as a helpless gasp escaped her throat. Her grey eyes snapped toward him in outrage, but her legs felt weak, like she enjoyed it.
"Captain... I’m suddenly starving," Eren whispered as he sat at the dining table. "I certainly hope my brand-new, deliciously muscular maid is prepared to serve me the absolute best feast of her life."
Emma huffed, stomping back and forth between the kitchenette and the dining table as she laid out the dinner. While her cooking skills were far from Mira’s, Eren wasn’t about to offer a single critique. In fact, he was fully prepared to devour every last calorie on the plate if it meant keeping his fierce, muscular maid in front of him.
"Here," Emma muttered in blushing annoyance as she stood beside his chair holding a spoon loaded with food.
She leaned down slightly to feed him, entirely unaware—or perhaps deeply aware—that the angle gave Eren a soul-shattering view of her massive, sculpted cleavage, making his mouth water far more than the actual meal ever could.
Eren chuckled before accepting the spoon. "I have to say, Captain... you’ve fully committed to the role. It’s truly inspiring."
"Shut your mouth and eat it before I shove this spoon straight up your ass," she hissed back, her storm-grey eyes flaring with a dangerous heat that only made his heart beat faster.
Accepting her sweet, violently romantic threat, Eren surrendered completely, happily eating every single bite she fed him.
Once dinner was finished, Eren made his way toward the bathroom to wash up while Emma took over dish duty. Naturally, the universe provided an incredible parting gift as she stood at the sink: every time she reached up to stack a plate, the scandalously short skirt hitched up, offering Eren a breathtaking confirmation that she wasn’t wearing panties.
He paused in the hallway, silently applauding her complete lack of defense before she caught him staring and barked at him to get into the bath. Disappointed that the preview was temporarily paused, he obliged.
A short while later, Eren stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck, wearing only a pair of loose, comfortable trousers.
But his eyes landed on his brand-new maid sitting on his bed, her tanned face still burning with a deep blush, looking at him with a mix of fierce frustration and helpless surrender.
Without breaking eye contact, she patted her lap.
"Get over here, idiot," Emma commanded. "Let’s finish the final part of this stupid bet so I can go back to being normal tomorrow."
Eren’s lips curved into a slow, thoroughly wicked smirk as he stepped toward the bed. Absolute peak scenario achieved.
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[Image of Emma in maid outfit]