Chapter 121: Date Outing (1)
"Young Master, look over there! They’re selling limited-edition sun-berry ice cream!"
Mira’s voice brimmed with joy as she tugged Eren’s sleeve enthusiastically, pulling him through the crowded plaza of the capital’s shopping district. She was practically glowing today, dressed in a gorgeous, floral-accented sundress that accentuated her busty curves and made her look like a radiant sunbeam among the crowds.
"Alright, alright, take it easy on my arm, Mira," Eren chuckled, letting himself be dragged. "I’ll buy you as many scoops as you can handle."
Her bright, musical giggles echoed through the crowded square, drawing envious glances from dozens of passing pedestrians.
Meanwhile, a short distance away, on a wooden bench sat the other two beauties, watching the red-haired cutie practically drag their shared boyfriend around like a prize.
The two polar-opposite beauties sitting together was nothing short of a visual masterpiece, causing practically every male passerby in the district to double-take and stumble over their own boots. Emma had abandoned her formal shirt, wearing a tempting one-piece dress that hugged her toned, athletic waist and exposed her tanned shoulders, and her glorious, muscular thighs.
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Meanwhile, Norelia had taken extraordinary care with her outfit today, wearing an ultra-cute white dress that made her soft, delicate features look impossibly cute.
"She really is boundless energy, isn’t she?" Emma commented with a soft smile, resting her chin in her hand as she watched the red-haired maid excitedly point at the menu.
"Mira has always been like that," Norelia replied, adjusting the ribbon in her hair with a slight, flustered blush. "Her cheerfulness just infects everyone around her... Though, I have to admit, it’s still a bit surreal that he actually managed outing for all three of us today."
The pink-haired knight captain let out an amused huff. "Tell me about it. The idiot somehow managed to clear his schedule just to play tour guide. But... I suppose I can’t really bring myself to complain."
"What’s there to complain about, my lovely ladies?"
Eren’s smooth, dry voice suddenly materialized right between them, making the petite girl jump half an inch off the bench with a startled squeak.
Both beauties looked around to find the dark-haired handsome guy standing there with a teasing grin, holding two ice cream cones.
"N-Nothing, you absolute idiot!" Norelia muttered frantically, her face flushed as she snatched her cone to hide her embarrassment.
Eren chuckled, turning toward his fierce, sleekly dressed girlfriend. "And here you go, my dear Captain. A cold treat for my hard-working knight."
"You’re surprisingly attentive today."
"Can’t a guy just take proper care of his lovely girls?" Eren replied, resting his hands against the back of the wooden bench.
They looked at Mira was already darting toward a neighboring accessory display, her green eyes sparkled at the colorful trinkets. Meanwhile, Norelia took a delicious bite of her ice cream, Her red eyes flickered over to the silver earring on Eren’s ear, and she gave him a inviting gesture with her finger.
Eren leaned down into her and Norelia reached up with two dainty fingers, carefully examining the enchanted jewelry.
"Mama really outdid herself with this concealment artifact," Norelia murmured, her warm breath brushing against his cheek as she adjusted the stud. "It distorts public perception just enough so the entire capital won’t recognise you with three girlfriends."
"I’ll have to send vice principal a proper bouquet of thanks later," Eren chuckled dryly, straightening up.
As both ladies quietly enjoyed their cold treats, Eren didn’t even try to hide his shameless stare. His blue eyes slowly roamed over the jaw-dropping contrast before him: the delicate, impossibly cute professor in her frilly white dress, and the tall knight captain oozing raw perfection.
It didn’t take five seconds for both beauties to catch his predatory, perverted gaze.
Emma raised an eyebrow, taking a slow lick of her ice cream before shooting him a deadpan glare. "What are you staring at, pervert? Never seen someone eat ice cream before?"
Eren shook his head with an appreciative laugh and genuine fondness. "Not at all. I’m just admiring the amount of effort you two put into dressing up for our date today."
"Particularly the choices," Eren added. "You two look devastatingly gorgeous."
"I-It’s just standard casual wear for an outing!" Norelia and Emma blurted out in near-perfect unison, both immediately averting their eyes as a red colour washed over their cheeks.
"Riiight... standard casual wear," Eren said, gesturing first to the petite professor. "A brilliant, normally buttoned-up genius who never gives a damn about fashion suddenly shows up looking like an absolute, ultra-cute goddess..."
His eyes then turned to Emma’s bare, muscular shoulders down to her slightly exposed thighs. "And a captain who literally lives in her white shirt suddenly transforms into a smoking-hot siren... though I have to admit, Captain... as gorgeous as this dress is, nothing in this world beats that mini maid outfit you wore for me last night."
"Maid uniform?!"
The cheerful, busty redhead materialized out of nowhere like a ghost, her eyes widening in scandalized shock.
Emma’s tanned face instantly turned far hotter than the afternoon sun above them. She choked on her ice cream, coughing violently as her storm-grey eyes practically bulged out of her head.
Mira pointed a dramatic, accusing finger straight at the flustered knight captain, her emerald eyes narrowing into a fierce glare. "Captain! Are you secretly plotting to usurp my official position as the Young Master’s exclusive personal maid?! That is highly scandalous! In fact, it is absolute, high-level treason!"
"I am NOT trying to steal your stupid job, you big tits thief!" Emma hissed back. "That guy over there forced me into a ridiculous bet! It wasn’t my fault, you oversized cow!"
Mira puffed out her chest proudly, her sundress-stretching curves bouncing with her movement. "Ha! Are you just jealous of my natural assets, Captain? Is it because the Young Master clearly prefers soft, glorious perfection over rock-hard muscle?"
"Why you little—! Say that again, I dare you!"
As they both argued about assets, Norelia took a quiet bite of her ice cream, letting out a long, weary sigh. Once again... flat is absolute justice. Efficiency over excess.
Eren let out a breathless, entertained laugh, running a hand through his hair as he stepped right between the war.
"Alright, alright, my lovely ladies," Eren interjected. "Before this erupts into a full-scale, public war over bust measurements and maid credentials... how about we move on to the actual main event I planned for us today?"
All three girls froze, their arguments instantly dying in their throats as they turned toward him in collective, wide-eyed surprise.
"The main event...?" Mira blinked, her anger vanishing into instant curiosity.
"I have a very specific, highly exclusive location reserved just for the four of us."
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[Thanks for your support guys, today brought something for my home because of your support. Me will forever greatful to you all.]