Chapter 117: Emma’s Service
Eren was currently positioned in a deeply awkward, yet undeniably elite orientation.
And he was enjoying every single second of it.
He was lying on the bed, his head resting comfortably on Emma’s toned thighs, his face turned toward the ripped abs hidden behind the maid uniform.
Lying on a fierce, muscular tomboy girlfriend’s lap while she wears a maid outfit without underwear... yeah, he had achieved the paradise promised by his dreams.
Emma was showing the absurd level of delicate focus while holding a thin ear-pick, the fierce knight captain was carefully cleaning out his ear. The contrast between her terrifying battlefield reputation and her gentle slow movements was enough to make Eren’s chest swell with amusement.
The heat radiating off her thick. thighs enveloped his head like a luxury pillow, making him melt into the mattress.
"Ah... what a glorious life I lead."
"Shut up and stop moving, you idiot," Emma hissed down at him as she held his earlobe carefully with two fingers.
Well, despite her harsh words, the pink-haired tomboy was secretly, helplessly enjoying every second of it. Her heart was hammering as her shirtless, handsome boyfriend lounged completely helpless in her lap, this making unspeakable things happen to her pulse. She absolutely hated how deeply satisfied she felt acting as his personal maid for the night.
After a few more minutes of care, Emma set the ear-cleaning tools down on the nightstand.
"It’s over, Young Master," she announced as she wiped her brow with the back of her wrist.
Eren made a dramatic sigh of disappointment. "Way too fast... I was just getting comfortable."
Instead of immediately getting up, Eren simply shifted his head up so he was looking straight up at her face. From his low angle, Emma’s massive mounds completely blocked out more than half of the view.
Emma leaned her face down slightly, her storm-grey eyes narrowing into a flustered glare. "Do you have any actual plans to remove yourself from my lap today, or are you planning to sleep there?"
Eren smiled, his blue eyes sparkling with affection. "Can’t a tired guy just lay here and enjoy his gorgeous girlfriend’s embrace for a few more minutes?"
Emma huffed. "Do whatever you want, you absolute idiot..."
Her storm-grey eyes involuntarily drifted lower. Landing directly on the thick bulge of his loose trousers, her throat instantly went dry, and she forcefully pulled her grey eyes away from it.
She was a proud knight captain, damn it.
She made the ban, and her code of honor strictly forbade her from breaching her own command. No matter how much her pussy was throbbing.
She just exhaled, using her fingers gently combing through his hair in an unusually affectionate stroke.
"Ah... I’m genuinely happy right now," Eren murmured. "More than anything, really."
"Oh? Happy because you managed to trick your knight into wearing a lewd maid outfit?"
Eren chuckled, the vibration running straight down into her thighs. "Well, that’s easily some percent of it. But honestly? Just having people like you surrounding me now... it gives me a weird kind of comfort to keep pushing forward."
"Thank you, Emma."
Unable to handle the sincerity in his voice, she reached down and playfully pinched his cheek. "Don’t get sentimental on me, idiot. I’m only doing this out of strict obligation to our bet."
Eren let out a muffled laugh, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I severely doubt that, Captain. I have a suspicion that with enough sincere begging, you’d put this outfit on for me even without a bet."
Emma pinched his cheek even harder for daring to speak the truth. "In your absolute dreams, you pervert! I am never doing something this embarrassing ever again!"
"Okay, okay! Truce! Mercy on the cheek!" Eren laughed out, waving his hands in surrender.
Rolling her grey eyes, Emma released his face and took a long, calming breath. She looked down at him with a conflicted, and intensely warm expression.
"Look... bet or no bet..." Emma began. "I’m still your instructor. And I want to give you a proper... personal reward for how much your swordsmanship has improved."
Eren opened his mouth to ask what kind of wholesome reward she had cooked up for him, but the words instantly died in his throat and his blue eyes practically bulged out of his head.
The tanned tomboy pulled down the tight blouse of her maid top. In a gravity-defying moment, her marvelous, tanned breasts spilled completely free into the air, her brown nipples standing proudly erect.
The goddess of victory has personally descended into his bedroom.
"Thank you for the reward, Captain," Eren said without a single second of hesitation.
He didn’t waste admiring the view, holding her soft mounds, gently kneading them before his thumbs slid over to pinch her erect, brown nipples between his fingertips.
"Ah... nnngh~!"
Emma’s back arched as she gave away a moan. The intense spike of sensitivity shot a lightning bolt of sheer pleasure straight down her spine.
"Time for the post-dinner dessert," Eren declared smoothly, pushing himself up into a sitting position on the mattress.
He leaned hungrily and buried his face straight into her chest, taking one of her massive, brown breasts directly into his mouth. He cupped the heavy underside to lift it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple before pulling it and sucking. Simultaneously, his free hand traced the faint scar in her lush valley.
The intoxicating combination of her warm skin, her natural scent, and the delicious taste of her sent a wave of pure thrill straight through his veins.
Emma whimpered loudly.
She tried to maintain her composure, but the wet, slurping sounds echoing through the bedroom coupled with his relentless tongue work completely obliterated her defenses.
"E-Eren... ah~! Be... be careful, you idiot... nnn-ngh~!" she panted out helplessly, her hips twitching against the bedsheets as she held his head tightly against her bosom.
After several delicious minutes of thoroughly devouring her boobs, Eren finally pulled back with a wet pop, wiping his mouth, his chest heaving slightly as he looked at the visual masterpiece before him. Emma was reclining against his pillows, gasping for air, her eyes hazy with lust.
The sight was so illegal.
"So..." Emma rasped as she clumsily pulled the blouse back over her wet, red-marked tits. "Did... did you thoroughly enjoy your special reward, Young Master?"
Eren leaned forward, cupping her cheek, and pressed a deep, sweet kiss directly onto her lips.
"I loved every single second of it, Captain," he whispered against her mouth once he pulled back, offering her a genuine smile.
Emma giggled at the warmth in his voice.
But Eren gave a dangerous smirk. "Now... how about I give you a proper reward in return?"
Emma’s eyes instantly widened. She defensively threw her hands up, cradling her head while leaning backward. "H-Hold on a second! I told you, no sex! The ban is still 100% in effect, you pervert!"
Eren chuckled, his hands moving toward her thighs.
"Who said anything about intercourse, my dear Captain? There are plenty of ways to make you scream without breaking a single rule."
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