Chapter 210: Aren’t You Enjoying Yourself Too Much

However, just as Fredrinn glanced in Andrea’s direction, she narrowed her gaze threateningly.

Her arms were crossed firmly over her bare chest, her chin tilted upward with an unmistakable look of ruthless determination. She wasn’t going to take any of his excuses.

And he was also running out of ideas on how to reverse the bullying attempt on himself so that he could get 2x the rewards as well as escape from this dangerous situation he had found himself in.

He thought for a few seconds, standing motionless in the center of the dusty, sunlit room.

Then a minute ticked by.

He searched his mental catalog of combat tactics, system mechanics, and witty retorts, but there were no groundbreaking ideas in his mind.

Cornered by female logic, virginity guilt-trips, and a united front of three women, his tactical options had shrunk down to virtually zero.

Instead... there was only one option... the one he didn’t feel like taking.

Fredrinn sighed in utter helplessness and got off the edge of the mattress, walking over toward the scattered pile of clothes near the dresser.

He picked up Andrea’s bra, which was the largest of the lot due to her naturally busty frame, and then grabbed Jenny’s stretchy cotton top.

All three girls giggled in pure delight at his compliance, their eyes shining with bright, unmasked amusement as they gazed at him with full concentration.

Where else in this godforsaken apocalyptic wasteland would they get an interesting show like this?

As he picked up the delicate lace bra and the thin white top, Jenny let out a playful whistle from the bed, thoroughly enjoying his visible frustration.

Hearing the whistle, Fredrinn snapped his head toward her. A single, dark, predatory glare shot straight from his eyes, carrying enough implicit danger to freeze the smirk right off her lips.

Jenny shut right up on the spot, instinctively reaching back to stroke her red, swollen ass cheek in sudden fear.

The phantom sting flared up instantly. She didn’t want to get punished again or else she really would be incapable of sitting down anywhere for the entire day. She quietly curled her legs under herself, choosing self-preservation over taunting.

Meanwhile, Andrea’s eyes shone with ecstatic greed. Her awakening skill was right within her grasp! She was mere seconds away from completing the diabolical requirement of Let Them Dig Their Own Grave!

She could already imagine that the granted skill would be amazing.

Hell, even if it was something objectively useless like generating sparklers, she would cherish it like a priceless treasure simply because it proved she was an Awakened.

Rose leaned back against the headboard, her glowing pink eyes completely focused on him. Her pupils shimmered with a soft, warm light as she found herself getting slightly turned on just from watching him helplessly fiddle with the tiny bra and the top.

Seeing her dominant, powerful man squirm under domestic humiliation had a strangely intoxicating charm to it.

"How in the world is this supposed to fit me?" Fredrinn sighed, pressing the top against his bare torso as the size difference was a little too jarring.

His broad lats and thick chest dwarfed the garment by at least three sizes.

Alas, his women weren’t backing down in the slightest. They watched him like hawks, waiting for him to follow through.

With a grimace, he pressed the dark fabric of the bra against his chiseled pecs. The fabric barely managed to cover the dark tips of his chest, the underwires sitting awkwardly against his dense pectoral muscles as the cups molded awkwardly over his skin.

He reached both arms behind his back, pretending to strain his shoulders.

"Oh no, I can’t reach the hook~" He shrugged helplessly as his hands refused to go behind his back and hook the bra.

The situation felt intensely humiliating, but even he couldn’t help but be inwardly amused by the absolute absurdity of it all.

He had battled mutated abominations, survived the brutal realities of Apolasia for hundreds of years... yet he never imagined a day would come when he would be standing in a wrecked hotel suite, wearing ladies’ undergarments on himself.

"No worries, hubby! Rose can help you!" Rose was the first to offer, a bewitching and seductive smile creeping up her lips as she licked them innocently.

She began to crawl forward on the mattress with feline grace. Though, there was nothing truly innocent about her sultry, vixen-like gaze.

She clearly wanted an excuse to run her hands across his broad, naked back while strapping him into the ridiculous lace.

Alas, no matter how tempting the demoness’s offer was, Fredrinn couldn’t allow his lovely succubus to interfere in his ’rebound’ plan.

He shook his head firmly. "No, why would you? Shouldn’t the one responsible for this be the one helping?" He said, looking at Andrea in irritation.

"Oh my~ Why not, sweetie~" Andrea giggled merrily, having zero worries about him pulling a fast one on her.

In her mind, she held every single winning card.

She had the classic ’can’t you at least do this much for me’ and the ultimate ’I gave you my virginity’ cards resting securely in her pocket. She had nothing to fear from a cornered boyfriend.

Bouncing on her bare feet, skipping across the carpet toward him, she reached his side in a few cheerful steps.

"Aww baby, put the straps on your shoulders~" She ’advised’ in a patronizing, maternal tone.

She tiptoed upward on her toes, reaching up to adjust the thin elastic straps over his broad, muscular shoulders.

She moved behind him, her soft fingers gripping both ends of the back clasp as she pulled the band taut against his shoulder blades, lining up the tiny metal hooks with the fabric loops.

However, just before she could attach them and seal his fate...

Fredrinn smoothly pivoted on the balls of his feet.

He turned around in an instant, cutting off her exit.

His massive frame loomed over her short stature like an impending storm, his Incubus aura flaring outward with sudden, suffocating intensity.

Before Andrea could blink, his large, calloused hands reached out and gripped the wooden edge of the dresser right behind her head, trapping her securely between his outstretched arms and his towering, half-dressed chest.

"Aren’t you enjoying yourself too much, hmm?"