Chapter 194: Mira and Violet

Mira stood at the kitchen counter, swaying her hips in a cheerful rhythm, humming a bubbly, made-up tune while stirring the pot. Her white apron was putting up a desperate struggle against her absurd tits, straining tight over a chest that practically defied the laws of physics. Her red hair was swept into a messy side braid, and she looked like the wife waiting on her husband.

The sound of the doorknob turning made her sharp ears twitch.

"I’m back," Eren announced, nudging the door open with his shoulder.

Mira’s green eyes lit up with excitement. Dropping the ladle onto the stand, she turned on around and launched herself.

"Young Master!" she squealed with golden-retriever joy.

Eren braced his stance and caught the flying artillery of soft, warm curves. Mira slammed flush against his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck while her thighs locked around his waist like an affectionate kola.

Eren let out an amused grunt, his hands went to the squishy ass to support her.

"Welcome back, Eren!" Mira purred against his lips before planting a soft, sweet, thoroughly possessive kiss right on his mouth.

Eren leaned into it, tasting the sweet hint of sugar and butter on her tongue before she broke the contact with a contented sigh.

"Did you miss me?" she cooed, nuzzling her nose against his jaw.

"Naturally," Eren drawled with a lazy smirk. "Though my stomach is asking if that heavenly scent from the kitchen is almost ready to eat."

"Almost! Just another five minutes—" Mira started, beaming proudly, but her sentence abruptly trailed off. Her eyes flicked past his shoulder toward the doorway.

There, half-concealed behind the doorframe, stood Violet.

The purple-haired girl looked as though she had accidentally wandered into a mating session. Her purple eyes were wide in shock, her hands clutching her chest, and her face practically radiating steam from watching the shameless display of affection.

Mira gasped loudly, pressing her palms against Eren’s cheeks and staring into his blue eyes with a look of tragic, catastrophic betrayal.

"Young Master!" Mira cried out, her voice echoing dramatically across the living room as she tightened her leg-lock around his hips. "How could you do this to me?! How could you bring home another girl when your devoted, intensely affectionate, extraordinarily well-endowed sugar baby is waiting right here?! You heartless cheater! What about the promises you made me?! What about our child kicking in my belly?!"

Violet let out a squeak that sounded like a mouse, her jaw dropping in horrified panic. "C-ch-child...?!"

Eren gave Mira a completely deadpan stare.

He raised one hand from her butt and pinched her pale, soft cheek.

"Stop terrifying the guest with your terrible fanfiction, you dramatic sugar baby," Eren sighed. "You’re not pregnant, and you know everything about my life."

"Ow, ow, ow! Young Master! I was just setting the mood!" Mira giggled through the pinch, completely unapologetic.

She let her legs slide down to the floor, smoothing out her apron while rubbing her reddened cheek with an adorable, pouty huff.

Eren stepped aside, gesturing toward the trembling girl at the entrance.

"This is Violet," Eren introduced smoothly, a teasing expression in his blue eyes. "She’s my cursed classmate and... well, she recently decided she loves me enough to aggressively stroke my dignity under the desk."

Violet buried her entire face in her hands, letting out a muffled, dying groan of pure embarrassment.

Instead of flying into a jealous rage, Mira’s emerald eyes went round with awe. A brilliant, blinding smile spread across her gorgeous face with wattage of a thousand stars, instantly vaporizing the tension in the room.

"Oh, you’re Violet!" Mira squealed, clapping her hands together in delight as she bounced over to the paralyzed girl. "My young master and Lady Aria mentioned you! Look at how absolutely precious you are! Welcome to the household, sister! Come inside, and let me feed you the cuisine made by your big sister!"

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Throughout dinner, Violet remained mostly quiet.

Yet every single bite was an absolute divulgence. It tasted rich, hearty, and layered with the delicate touch of an expert balancing flavors.

Violet gradually pieced together who this radiant, busty red-head really was. Mira wasn’t just a maid clinging to Eren; she was topper at the academy’s Department of Administration. She managed commercial ledgers, drafted legal contracts for him, and had logistics knowledge.

Violet listened in quiet, wide-eyed awe. But as deeply as she admired this warm, protective big sister figure, a cold, heavy dread sank into her stomach.

It wasn’t jealousy. It was a suffocating sense of inadequacy.

Mira was brilliant, indispensable, and gorgeous. Aria was a lethal, untouchable heiress who commanded political power.

’And what am I?’ Violet thought, staring down into her bowl. ’A cursed outcast. A coward who hides behind Alice. Someone Eren only touches to drain away the mana.’

After finishing the meal, Mira untied her apron with a contented hum. She gathered her outer coat, flashing a brilliant, sisterly smile at the purple-haired girl.

"I’m heading back," Mira said, gently patting Violet’s head.

"G-Goodnight, Miss Mira... thank you for the food," Violet murmured with a polite, clumsy bow.

Mira stepped toward the front entrance, pausing right beside Eren. Standing on her tiptoes, pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispering with a wicked grin: "Don’t keep this poor innocent girl awake until three in the morning with your insatiable antics, Young Master. She looks fragile!"

"Why yo—," Eren warned, his hand reaching out to swat her hip.

Mira squealed in playful terror, deftly evading his grasp, darting out into the hallway and slamming the door behind her.

Eren let out a slow, amused sigh, shaking his head. "What an absolute menace."

Turning around, his blue eyes landed on Violet. The poor kitten’s head was practically venting visible steam, her face burning at Mira’s parting hint.

"Come on," Eren said gently. "Take a seat at the table."

Violet obediently moved back to the dining chair. A moment later, Eren set down a warm, steaming glass of honeyed milk right in front of her.

"For the kitten," he teased.

A faint pout twitched at her lips, but she picked up the warm glass with both hands, taking small, contented sips, the rich warmth soothing the chill in her chest.

Eren pulled out the opposite chair and sat down, leaning his forearms against the wood. At first, he rested his chin in his palm, lazily admiring the absurdly cute sight of her sipping milk, a tiny white mustache of foam forming over her top lip.

Gradually, however, the smirk faded. The playfulness in his gaze dissolved.

"Violet," Eren murmured softly, his tone cutting clean through the comfortable silence.

She paused mid-sip, lowering the glass. "Y-Yes?"

"Are you truly serious about this?"

Violet blinked, her purple eyes wide with innocent confusion. "What... what do you mean?"

"I mean us. This," Eren said, gesturing faintly between them before letting his hand rest flat on the table. "I’m sitting here wondering... if an idiot like me is completely wrong for you."

Violet sat entirely frozen, staring at the man she loved.

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