Chapter 190: Aria and Violet 2

"Psst," Aria whispered, her fingers already tracing higher, brushing against the fastening of his trousers with the kind of deliberate precision that made his breath hitch. "Stay still, darling. Wouldn’t want to disturb the lecture."

Eren’s hand shot down, catching her wrist before she could advance further, his eyes still fixed forward on the board. "Violet’s watching," he hissed through his smile, barely moving his lips.

Aria’s golden eyes gleamed up at him.

"I don’t care," she whispered. "Let her watch."

She twisted her wrist, slipping free of his grip with embarrassing ease, and dragged the zipper down slowly. The sound was swallowed by Norelia’s lecture.

Violet made a noise like a teakettle, her hands clamped over her mouth, her violet eyes wide as she stared down at the scene unfolding beneath their shared desk.

"W-what is she d-doing?" Violet stammered, the question escaping in a squeak.

Aria didn’t look up. She was already busy, her fingers deft and teasing, freeing his little brother from the confines. "Giving my fiancé a blowjob," she said casually, her breath hot against his thick shaft. "Isn’t that what engaged couples do?"

"Aria, You’re making Violet uncomfortable."

"Am I?" Aria paused, her lips already close, her expression was pure, mischievous innocence that didn’t match the situation.

She turned her head towards Violet. "Are you uncomfortable, kitten?"

Violet’s mouth opened and closed again like a fish. "I-I... I don’t..."

"You don’t know?" Aria finished for her, her voice soft, coaxing. Her hand wrapped around Eren’s base, giving a slow, teasing stroke. "That’s alright. You can just watch. Learn something for when you finally work up the courage to do more than stutter at him."

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Eren murmured, keeping his posture locked.

Aria’s fingers pumped smoothly along his scorching, velvet length, her palm spreading the clear, glistening pre-cum over the swollen ridge.

Looking up with a wicked, feline gleam in her golden eyes, Aria purred in a conspiratorial whisper, "Since I’ve taken our sweet little kitten under my wing, we’ve had quite a few fascinating girl-talk sessions. She opened up to me completely, didn’t you, Violet?"

"Is that—" Violet’s voice cracked like a pubescent boy’s, her hands still pressed over her mouth as if she could physically hold back the sounds trying to escape. "Is that... is it always that... that..."

"Big?" Aria supplied helpfully, turning her head just enough to make eye contact with the trembling girl beside them. She gave a demonstrative squeeze at the base, her fingers not quite meeting around the girth, and Eren’s vision spotted with stars. "Yes, kitten. He’s annoyingly well-endowed..."

She dragged her tongue along the underside slowly, watching Violet’s reaction. "Much more interesting."

Violet made noise again, higher this time, her purple eyes wide and fixed with the kind of horrified fascination. She was burning up—Eren could see it from the corner of his vision, the way her uniform collar suddenly seemed too tight, the way her thighs pressed together beneath the desk.

"Do you do this... all the time?" Violet whispered, the question tumbling out like it was escaping against her will.

"Mm?" Aria didn’t look up. She was already bobbing up and down, her golden eyes fluttering shut as she took him deeper, her tongue working around him.

Violet felt like she was standing inside a burning chimney.

On one side, there was a refined noblewoman feared by everyone, kneeling, cheeks hollowed out, happily treating a man’s cock like. The wet, rhythmic slides and the lewd suction sounds were driving Violet’s heart into overdrive. Her throat felt dry.

She looked at Eren. Despite maintaining a straight face, Violet could see the tightness around his jaw, the heavy pulse in his throat, and the intensity in his blue eyes. He was thoroughly reveling in the friction of Aria’s mouth.

Her skin prickled. She knew Eren had multiple girls. But to openly do this level of degeneracy right in the middle of a crowded morning lecture, with his betrothed kneeling beneath the desk?

’Am I going to become a degenerate like this too?’ Violet wondered in panic. ’And how can that be so thick?!’

Yet her body betrayed her. Her core ached with a sweet, damp throb, her thighs clamping tightly together. For years, she had lived walled off by an ancient curse, trapped in suffocating isolation where nobody dared touch her. Now, sitting beside the two people who had carelessly kicked down those walls, a hunger flared to life. Maybe... maybe drowning in this kind of beautiful, shameless chaos was the only thing that could truly fill the hollow inside her.

Under the desk, Aria slid her lips off the glistening shaft, the thick rod resting against her chin. It was an obscenely shameless sight, and it made Violet swallow a dry lump.

Aria looked up at the trembling purple-haired cutie, a smile playing across her flushed lips.

"What’s the matter, kitten?" Aria purred in a teasing whisper that barely rose above Norelia’s voice at the podium. "Does watching your new best friend blow the fiancé you secretly pine over make you wet?"

"I-I’m not looking at anything! I-I’m studying the board!" Violet squeaked, looking everywhere except downward, though her trembling hands clutched her skirt like a lifeline.

Eren chuckled with amusement, maintaining his innocent student persona while his dick practically radiated heat. ’She’s definitely still the final boss, she just rerouted her malice into professional matchmaking.’

"Is that so?" Aria whispered.

Reaching out, Aria let her fingers gently glide over Violet’s trembling knees, tracing the skin of her black stockings.

Violet hitched a breath, squirming against the seat. "L-Lady Aria... please don’t tease me..."

Instead of pulling away, Aria’s fingers moved up, gently taking hold of Violet’s small, shivering hand. She pulled it downward, guiding it beneath the desk.

Violet looked down, her eyes locking straight onto Aria’s golden ones. The teasing, predatory glint was gone. In its place was something raw, sincere, and deeply affectionate.

"Listen to me, Violet," Aria whispered, her voice honest, tender. "If you keep hesitating and hiding behind your stutter, you will spend your entire life watching from the sidelines. You’ll never get to truly hold this idiot. And I... will never have the chance to keep you by my side forever."

Aria leaned closer, her eyes vulnerable pleading. "I want you with us, kitten. But you have to choose to step into the fire yourself."

Violet’s breath caught in her chest. She looked from Aria’s earnest, beautiful face up to Eren.

Eren didn’t push. His gaze was soft, grounding, and steady—the same anchor that had pulled her out of the shadows of her curse and made her feel human again. She had already surrendered her heart to him. And the warmth, fierce loyalty, and protective care Aria had poured into her over the past week were a shelter she yearned for just as much.

The battle inside her ended in an instant.

Violet gasped silently as her fingers curled around the thick shaft, feeling the heavy, electric beat of his pulse beneath her skin.