Chapter 128: Norelia’s intentions
The undeniably adorable face peeking out through the curtains belonged to none other than his petite professor.
Norelia looked around the lounge to ensure the other two girls were still busy. Satisfied the coast was clear, she whispered urgently, "E-Eren... get over here right this second."
Eren set back the glass, slightly confused as he walked over. "What’s the emergency, Professor? Did you accidentally find something interesting there?"
Norelia’s face was practically glowing red. "I... I need your help, you idiot. The zipper got stuck halfway down and I couldn’t reach it!"
"Ah. A catastrophic emergency," Eren chuckled. "Allow the certified boyfriend to handle it."
He slipped past the curtain, stepping into the cramped, mirror-lined changing stall as Norelia stood facing the mirror, still wearing the last shown dress. The zipper was hopelessly jammed right at the narrowest point of her waist, exposing the smooth, pale curve of her upper back.
"Pull it down for me," Norelia grumbled, awkwardly reaching both of her small arms behind her back in a futile attempt to demonstrate her helplessness. "My arms aren’t long enough to get back there."
Eren stepped closer to her until he could feel her heat, and took hold of the zipper. Instead of pulling it up, he smoothly drew it all the way down. The dress loosened at once and Norelia sighed out relieved as the tension released.
But Eren forgot how to breathe entirely.
Why?
Because standing before him in all her glory was the petite girl wearing nothing but a matching set of peak black undergarments, she was an absolute masterpiece of perfection: slender, porcelain waist, pale thighs, a pair of small yet impossibly cute, firm breasts cupped tightly in the black bra, and a smooth, rounded peach butt nestled inside matching panties.
"Phew... much better," Norelia murmured innocently and bent straight down at the waist to scoop up the discarded dress from the floor.
In doing so, her soft, rounded butt pressed directly against the thick, straining bulge in Eren’s trousers.
Is that accidental? Fuck no!
IT WAS ABSOLUTELY INTENTIONAL!
Eren’s brain practically ran at light speed as his heart rate spiked into triple digits, beating so fast a medical squad would have immediately declared him clinically terminal. He was exercising every ounce of his will to stop himself from turning this changing room into a love hotel.
Norelia stood back up, clutching the dress against her front. She glanced back over her shoulder and red eyes gleaming with mischievous sadism as she saw his hazy, predatory, thoroughly overwhelmed expression.
"Oh my, Eren..." Norelia whispered with a devious, mocking little smile. "Why are you staring at me like a pathetic virgin who has never seen a woman in her underwear before? What happened to my confident, smooth-talking playboy?"
Eren’s eyes narrowed. This little academic brat really thinks she can push the buttons and walk away without a scratch?
"A virgin, is it?" Eren whispered, his voice dropping into a rasp.
Without breaking eye contact in the mirror, He pressed his finger lightly against the base of her spine, slowly tracing a searing line of pure friction all the way up the smooth curve of her back toward her neck.
Norelia shuddered, her mocking smirk vanished as an electric jolt shot straight through her body. She quickly clamped both hands over her mouth, desperately swallowing the sound.
But that gave Eren only 1% of satisfaction. He needed more, he wanted her to feel her own teasing.
Without giving her a second to recover, he began trailing his fingers along the sensitive curve of her neck, switching his assault into a flurry of torturous, expert tickles. He teased over her ribs and down her smooth sides. Norelia squirmed in his grasp, she was trembling with a mix of ticklish agony and breathless, stifled giggles as she fought to keep from laughing out loud.
"T-That’s enough, you pervert!" she wheezed through her teeth. "Stop it! You’re going to turn this fitting stall into a breeding session if you keep going!"
She tried to turn around to kick him out of the cramped space, but Eren had no intention of getting vacated. So, he wrapped his one arm firmly around her upper torso, locking her back flush against his chest.
"Eren, you idiot!" Norelia whispered frantically, her heart beating out loud. "Those two are going to finish trying on their dresses and come looking for us any second!"
"Let them look," Eren murmured while leaning down. He rested his chin on her shoulder. Inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. His other hand roamed down her body, his fingers tracing circles around her navel. The searing touch made her involuntarily arch her back, pressing her peach butt even harder against him.
Surrounded by the tall mirrors lining the stall, every single angle of their compromising position was reflected at them with crystal clarity.
Eren gently tucked a stray lock of her soft hair behind her ear. "Just look at yourself, Professor," he whispered with wicked affection. "Standing there looking so ridiculously sexy... teasing a guy who wants nothing more than to devour you whole. How am I supposed to exercise restraint around such an adorable, sinful little creature?"
Norelia was forced to look at their reflection. Her vision was hazy. The overwhelming shame of being practically naked in a public boutique was warring against a sudden, surging spike of adrenaline.
This is completely indecent... utterly scandalous...
Yet she bit her lower lip, her small hands gripping his forearm tightly, pulling him even closer against her. Her suppressed, degenerate nature was coming back to life, thoroughly addicted to the thrill.
Eren pressed his lips to her neck and shoulder. The vibration sent a jolt straight through her, making her thighs tremble. She would have crumpled to the floor if his arm hadn’t been anchoring her.
His hand left the navel post and went even lower. His palm enjoyed the smoothness of the soft bump of her lower stomach, going to the edge of her panties. Then his fingers slid between her thighs, giving a teasing press.
"Mmh—! Nnnh...!" A soft, broken whimper escaped her.
"Did you see that, Mira? Look at these two degenerates being far more shameless than you in a public boutique." A familiar, dry, and terrifyingly crisp voice came from the entrance of the stall.
Followed immediately by a soft, pouting whimper: "How dare she skip straight to the main course without us, Emma?! That is an absolute violation of our group treaty!"
Eren and Norelia froze mid-action, both turning in synchronized horror toward the source to see two pretty faces poking through the curtains. Both muscle mommy and busty maid were glaring at them with anger, intense jealousy, and hungry gazes as they watched the romantic scene.