Chapter 199: Bad Hooligan!*

"Finally they are gone, hubby~"

Rose purred the words against Fredrinn’s chest, her body pressed fully against him as she tilted her head up to meet his eyes.

The seductive glow in her pink irises left little doubt about what she wanted. Soft crimson hair spilled across his skin.

The tight clothes she had put on earlier hugged every curve of her figure so perfectly that looking at her felt almost unfair.

Fredrinn swallowed once, throat dry. Even after everything that had already happened, the sight of her still hit him hard.

"Indeed."

He hummed the agreement, then reached up and gripped a handful of her slightly messy hair. He tugged it firmly downward, forcing her head to tilt further back. Her lips parted on reflex, already waiting.

His mouth crashed onto hers. He swallowed the soft sound she made, tasting her fully as he slid his tongue past her lips.

Despite the long night of excess, his desire only climbed higher. If the world allowed it, he would have been content to do exactly this every single day without pause.

Rose offered no resistance. She closed her eyes and wrapped both arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

For several uninterrupted minutes time seemed to slow. They stayed locked together, kissing until both of them were forced to break apart just to breathe.

"These clothes look really hot on you..."

Fredrinn whispered the words against her ear, voice rough and thick with fresh lust. His palms slid beneath the edges of her dress, finding the cooler, softer skin underneath. Rose’s breath hitched the moment his hands made contact.

She never got the chance to answer as he kissed her again, deeper this time, and spoke the next line against her lips in a tone that made heat pool low in her pussy... Twitching.

"But it’s time to get out of them."

***

Twenty minutes passed in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Rose now lay sprawled across the bed with a thoroughly satisfied smile, one arm loosely draped over her eyes.

Fredrinn stood fully naked at the edge of the mattress, looking down at the other two women who had finally stirred.

Andrea and Jenny were awake, but only barely. Both kept yawning, eyes half-lidded, bodies still heavy with leftover exhaustion.

Even in that state they looked gorgeous. Messy hair stuck to damp skin. Faint smudges lingered near the corners of their eyes.

A natural sheen of sweat and afterglow clung to their bodies under the soft daylight filtering through the curtains.

Andrea groaned and leaned back against the pillows. She massaged one sore thigh through the thin blanket and complained in an openly whiny voice.

"I told you to go easy on me! I am still feeling sore! Shameless bastard!"

Jenny nodded in firm agreement—probably the first time the two of them had been completely aligned on anything.

"My ass is stinging from your slaps too! You bad hooligan! Which guy hits his own girlfriend?! Shameless! BAD!"

She folded her arms under her breasts as she spoke. The motion only pushed them higher and made them look even more inviting.

Fredrinn listened to the overlapping complaints with a suppressed chuckle. Then his gaze settled more deliberately on Jenny.

The playful expression on his face shifted into something slightly more menacing, a slow smirk spreading across his lips.

He took a step closer.

Jenny immediately flinched and tried to scoot away, even if the only direction available forced her nearer to the still-naked Andrea, who was busy rubbing her aching legs.

"S-Stay away and talk from there."

Jenny’s voice wavered. His eyes were traveling over her body with completely unhidden lust, and she could feel every second of it.

"Come on, Jenny~" Fredrinn grinned and climbed onto the bed without hesitation. "I just want to examine the ’wounds’ that are hurting you."

"N-NO!"

Jenny shrieked and used her superior strength to grab Andrea, hauling the shorter woman up and shoving her between them like a living shield.

It was a clear attempt to offer a sacrifice in her own place.

Unfortunately for her, Fredrinn had no interest in choosing only one.

He wanted both of them. Whether she offered Andrea or not made no difference at all.

"Show, me, the, wounds!"

He smirked as he spoke each word clearly, then caught Jenny’s ankle before she could pull it away.

She began kicking at him in half-hearted protests, whining and complaining the entire time as he dragged her closer across the sheets.

Andrea yelped as well as Fredrinn roped her along, pushing both of them and pinning them to the mattress.

He kissed the still whining Jenny, silencing her in an instant while Andrea wasn’t complaining much in the first place.

The contact broke most of Jenny’s remaining resistance, and Fredrinn intended to make full use of that opportunity.

His hands slipped up her delicate yet firm thighs, wrapping around them and sliding up to her perky ass cheeks.

The instant his fingers brushed against the last night’s marks and spots, Jenny instantly winced, her back arching backwards as Fredrinn felt some moisture around his hand, leaking between her legs as he stroked the ’wounds’.

Andrea was not spared either. While still playing with Jenny, Fredrinn slid his free hand between Andrea’s thighs and began rubbing the exact "sore" spot she had been complaining about.

The touch quickly turned the sensitive flesh wetter and more prepared for whatever treatment he planned next.

From the far side of the bed, Rose watched the entire scene unfold.

She rolled her eyes with theatrical patience, already deciding she would only involve herself again once the other two had been properly tamed.

For the moment she was content to observe—she had already taken her turn earlier and felt no urgent need to interrupt.

Fredrinn finally broke the kiss with Jenny just long enough to glance between the two flushed, breathless women beneath him. A wide, satisfied grin spread across his face.

"Now, my dear girls~ Which one of you’s going on the top and which one’s under?"