Chapter 136: Who’s First?
Norelia snatched her spectacles from her face and tossed them aside, locking her hands around Eren’s jaw. The petite genius crashed her plump, red lips directly onto his, cutting off his oxygen supply.
It seems his rage-bait strategy was successful. And Eren was excited inside.
This wasn’t a gentle kiss, it was a competitive assault.
Norelia kissed him with a desperate, breathless ferocity, whimpering as she forced his mouth open, swirling her wet tongue around his. Her small hands roamed possessively across his cheeks, neck, and chest, pulling him impossibly closer.
Mira’s eyes were bulging out with every passing second. "Hey! That is way too long for kissing! You’re going to suffocate him to death at this rate, Miss Genius!"
"Maybe that was his execution method all along," Emma chuckled, slowly pushing herself up from the armchair. She cracked her knuckles, walking to the couch. "Though if we don’t hurry up, there won’t be enough of the idiot left alive for the rest of us to claim our rightful share."
Mira bounced off the bed with a furious pout, storming over to the sofa like a territorial kitten.
Finally, after what felt like a glorious eternity, Norelia decided to grant him mercy. She broke the seal with a wet pop, gasping raggedly. Both of their faces were flushed, sweating, and inches apart.
"Now... tell me, you ungrateful brat..." Norelia panted, her eyes dizzy with triumph. "...who is the superior kisser now?"
"Hold your judgment, Professor," Emma cut in like a predator. "The evaluation list has not finished its review."
Before Eren could even take a proper breath, the tanned knight captain seized his chin and slammed her mouth down onto his, completely obliterating his recovery.
Eren’s brain melted as Emma took total control.
Her kiss was raw with dominance.
She leveraged her strength, holding his head in place, invading his mouth with deep sweeps of her tongue, occasionally nipping down on his lower lip. By the time Emma finally pulled back, her storm-grey eyes were trembling with desire.
"My turn! My turn!" Mira declared, stepping behind the sofa, refusing to be outdone.
The busty maid grabbed Eren’s head and gently pulled it back against the top of the cushions so his handsome face was tilted upward toward the ceiling.
Leaning down from above, Mira pressed her soft, plump lips against his in an upside-down, breathtakingly tender, yet thoroughly filthy kiss. She poured all her affection and warmth into him, humming happily.
Norelia, still straddling his lap, wiped her lips and smirked at him. "Well, Eren? It seems your lips would be out of commission for the next hour."
Emma’s sharp eyes slowly went downward, locking onto the massive tent in his trousers.
"His mouth might be thoroughly occupied... but why don’t we redirect our affection to the lower half?"
Norelia’s gaze instantly snapped down to his lap. Her red eyes ignited.
"An exceptional suggestion, Captain."
Norelia vacated his lap and dropped to her knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt and yanking his trousers and underwear down in one pull.
The massive, nine-inch beast set free immediately, throbbing as it stood stiff— offering the girls a formal salute.
Emma dropped to her knees right beside the petite, her eyes widening with a hungry gleam as she looked up at the only force in the world capable of dominating her warrior body.
"Seriously, why is this damn thing always rock-hard before we even finish stripping you?" Emma muttered, casually gave the heavy shaft a playful slap against her warm cheek, letting the thick head rest beside her lips.
Norelia rested her chin near the base, her eyes gazing up along his torso with a devious, sexy smirk. "Do we truly make you this hard every single second of the day, Eren?"
Without waiting for his fried brain to answer, Norelia, with her tongue, painted a slow, wet stripe right along the underside of his shaft.
Eren’s lower body stiffened, his knuckles digging into the sofa cushions as a hiss tore from his throat. The sight of the petite professor and the fierce knight captain sharing the same prize drew delighted, wicked giggles from both women.
What followed was an absolute cinema in synchronized oral torment.
From behind, Mira kept his head pinned, murmuring sweet, filthy praise into his ear and peppering his neck with soft, biting kisses. Down below, Emma and Norelia went to work like two cooperative predators. They traded sides, their warm, slick tongues swirling around his throbbing veins, tracing the sensitive ridge of his flared head, and taking turns swallowing him down into their tight, wet throats.
Emma took him deep with rhythmic suction, while Norelia used her delicate tongue to tease, flicking and humming against the pre-cum.
Eren’s mind dissolved, spinning.
The relentless, overwhelming service pushed him straight over the precipice. The dam finally broke, unleashing a heavy flood of warm, creamy white release of his seeds across their faces, lips, and cheeks.
Mira finally loosened her grip from behind, giving a satisfied hum as Eren slumped back like a drained corpse, groaning in relief.
"Ugh... so stinky," Norelia murmured with a lewd pout, wiping a thick streak of his release from her cheek before licking it clean with zero shame.
She turned her gaze toward the other two breathlessly flushed beauties. "Well... now that the warm-up has concluded... who among us is claiming the first proper ride?"
"I have a much better strategic proposal..." Emma suggested, wiping her chin with the back of her wrist.
They ran towards the bar side of the room, leaving the helpless guy alone.
Emma grabbed a bottle from the counter, set it horizontally on the table, making the bottle spin while each girl positioned herself in each direction.
Clack-clack-clack-clack...
The three women leaned in, their breaths held as the spinning glass gradually slowed and stopped, pointing at the busty redhead.
"YES! HAHAHA! ABSOLUTE SUPREMACY!" Mira squealed in triumph, bouncing so violently on her feet that her massive tits practically staged a rebellion. She thrust her hands into the air, sticking her tongue out playfully at the grumbling knight and the pouting scholar. "The heavens have spoken, ladies! Maid privileges reign supreme!"
Emma let out a defeated, exasperated huff, rolling her storm-grey eyes, while Norelia puffed her cheeks in indignation.
Before Mira could finish her victory dance, a pair of strong, familiar arms swept beneath her thighs and behind her back.
"Eek?!"
Mira startled adorably as Eren scooped her up into a bridal carry.
Her eyes widened in cute confusion, her hands immediately wrapping around his neck. "Y-Young Master? What are you—"
Eren carried her straight over to the mattress and tossed her onto the mountain of pillows.
Mira bounced with a gasp, her red hair splaying across the white sheets. Before she could even scramble upright, Eren captured her hands, gently pinning them against the mattress beside her head.
Leaning down until their breath met, Eren brushed a hair curl from her forehead.
"I love you, Mira," Eren whispered, his voice impossibly tender, genuine warmth that made the maid’s racing heart skip an entire beat. "Now... let’s see how loud you can sing my name tonight."