Chapter 191: Violet And Aria 3

Violet’s brain circuits suffered several short circuits within the span of three seconds.

The physical reality of what she held shattered every polite theory in her sheltered mind. It was scorching, hot, and possessed an electric, heavy thrum that seemed to vibrate straight up the bones of her arm. Her fingers instinctively tightened, trying to gain purchase, but his sheer girth hopelessly outmatched her small palm.

She couldn’t even close her hand halfway around the thick, pulsing iron.

Her face burned at a temperature that could rival the sun. Her eyes were desperately locked on the blackboard, but she wanted to see Eren’s face. She wanted to know what his eyes looked like under her touch. Was it pleasant? Or did a part of him secretly resent the fact that an awkward, cursed, plain coward like her was daring to lay her clumsy fingers on him?

Her heart answered with a fierce, quiet ache: I love him.

Her primal instincts urged her to move, to stroke along that veined heat the way Aria had, to offer herself naturally to the man who had anchored her existence. But before her trembling wrist could initiate, warm fingers gently wrapped around her forearm, halting her motion.

Violet froze.

Her breath hitched in her throat, her purple eyes darting toward Eren in panicked confusion.

"Don’t force yourself, Violet," Eren murmured, his voice low, soothing. "You don’t have to push yourself into this."

Violet remained silent. The quiet ache in her chest twisted into cold dread. Her usual stutter was absent, replaced by a raw, fragile tremble.

"Why...?" she whispered, staring into his blue eyes. "Do you... do you hate me, Eren?"

Eren winced because Aria chose that exact second to swirl her tongue aggressively around his sensitive slit in pure, wicked mischief.

"I don’t hate you. Not even close," Eren rasped out, suppressing a shudder as he kept his grip gentle on Violet’s wrist. "It’s the exact opposite. You’re pure, Violet. Just because I’ve been helping you off that curse doesn’t mean you owe me your dignity or your body. I’m no saint. I’m a greedy, degenerate idiot. I take your excess mana because it benefits me. You don’t have an obligation to turn into a degenerate just to keep me around."

A muffled, irritated grumble escaped Aria’s full lips. "Mm-ph... don’t discourage her, you idiot..."

Violet’s eyes widened.

’He doesn’t hate me.’

The words echoed in her mind, blowing away years of accumulated shame and self-doubt. He wasn’t rejecting her because she was plain or broken. He was trying to protect her innocence from his own filthy orbit.

Something deep within the quiet, terrified girl finally snapped.

Her jaw tightened. The timid, trembling posture vanished, replaced by an expression of stubborn determination that Eren had never seen on her face before.

With a twist of her free hand, Violet slapped his fingers away, breaking his hold on her wrist.

"I am not forcing myself, you insufferable playboy," Violet hissed in a whisper, her cheeks red, her voice dripping with frustrated defiance.

Before Eren could process the sudden shift, Violet’s hand clamped down firmly around the lower half of his shaft. Moving entirely on instinct, fueled by an intoxicating mix of embarrassment and possessive hunger, she began stroking him with an aggressive, slow rhythm.

Her palm slid up and down, matching the bobbing cadence of Aria’s head, her soft fingers spreading the wet friction of Aria’s saliva along his base. The sheer, unhinged coordination of Aria devouring his tip while the shy, cursed cutie frantically pumped his root created an overwhelming, mind-melting vice of pure heat.

’The shy kitten has officially evolved into a feral panther?’ Eren’s mind screamed through a white-hot haze of friction. ’I am currently receiving an illegal team-combo in broad daylight.’

Violet glared sideways at him, her chest heaving, her eyes burning.

"Just shut your stupid mouth and sit still," she breathed, her stroke hitching slightly as a wave of heat surged between her own thighs. "For once in your life... let me do whatever I want with you."

Now Eren was trapped in the crossfire of the most unhinged, double assault in history.

The most feared villainess was on her knees, eagerly using her mouth in dedication. On the other hand, the shyest, most sheltered cursed cutie had just given him a rebellious, red-faced pseudo-confession and was currently pumping the base of his shaft with desperation.

’If this is what my life costs, charge me double.’

Violet was trying desperately to keep her eyes glued to the board, but her frame was trembling. Her delicate palm, slick with Aria’s warm saliva squeezed and dragged along his lower length in a tight rhythm.

Between Violet’s soft, clenching fingers and Aria’s velvet throat sliding relentlessly over his crown, the pressure spiked past the point of no return.

Eren leaned forward by an inch, his voice dropping into a thick, warning rasp beneath the cover of the lecture: "Girls... I’m done holding back."

Aria locked her lips tight, her throat expanding to receive the blast.

A scalding wave of thick seed erupted into Aria’s mouth, flooding her mouth. Aria hummed with muffled, lewd satisfaction, her cheeks flexing rhythmically as she drank straight from the source, determined not to let a single drop escape.

Stray, hot drops spilled across Violet’s knuckles.

Violet froze, her purple eyes going wide.

It was scorching, thick, and sticky, clinging to her skin. To see and feel the physical manifestation of his release sent an electric, dizzying shudder straight through her core.

With a slow, wet shhhp, Aria finally pulled back, sitting back. She pulled out a handkerchief from her blazer, cleaned away the white at the corner of her lips, and offered Eren a thoroughly wicked, triumphant giggle.

"I didn’t know teaching you blowjob would make you like this," Eren muttered under his breath, looking down at his fiancée with equal parts awe and mock despair.

"You brought this upon yourself," Aria teased, her golden eyes sparkling with pure mischief as she reached out, nimbly tucking his spent length back inside and carefully pulling his zipper shut with a discreet click. "You’ll just have to carry the burden of my newfound appetite for the rest of your life."

Aria dusted off her knees and slid back up into the shadows of the desk, pausing as she noticed Violet sitting frozen beside them.

The purple-haired kitten was staring blankly at her own semen-spattered hand, her mouth slightly parted, looking like she was actively questioning every single life choice.

"What’s the matter, kitten?" Aria whispered with a tilt of her head, nudging the girl’s shoulder.

Violet jumped half a foot out of her seat with a tiny, panicked squeak before she clamped her clean hand over her mouth, her face practically glowing purple to match her hair.

Meanwhile, down at the podium.

Norelia’s shoulders were rigidly tense, and a vein was practically pulsing on her pale forehead.

While maintaining a flawlessly professional facade, she continued the class ignoring those scandalous things happening at the back.

’You absolute, insufferable fucking pervert! In my class?! Under the desk?! Wait till I finish this class!’