Chapter 195: Last help

Violet stared at him across the table as if he had just confessed to being the continent’s most wanted criminal—which, frankly, wouldn’t have shocked her in the slightest given his usual antics.

Her hands trembled against the tabletop. A heat sparked in her stomach, surging upward until her chest heaved. She shook her head violently, her purple bangs scattering across her forehead.

"What... what are you even talking about?" she stammered, her voice suddenly devoid of its usual timid softness. "What do you mean you’re not good for me?!"

It was the first time in her entire life she had ever felt fury—and to discover it aimed straight at the person she loved most was dizzying.

Eren let out a slow, tired breath, slouching back into the wooden chair. He ran a hand through his dark hair, looking at the ceiling beams.

"I mean look around you, Violet," Eren murmured, gesturing toward the kitchen where Mira had just been bustling. "You just saw my reality. Aria. Norelia. Mira. And there are others tangled in this unhinged orbit. My life isn’t some courtly ballad or a fairy tale where the noble knight carries you off to a quiet cottage. I’m no prince in shining armor."

He lowered his gaze, his blue eyes carrying a painful yet gentle sincerity. "You deserve peace. You should forget about an idiot like me, finish your studies, and find a man who can dedicate his entire, undivided heart solely to you."

"Shut up!" Violet screamed, slamming her hands against the table.

Her frame was shuddering like a leaf, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, her voice cracking.

"Just... just tell me to my face if you really hate me that much!" she cried out, her chin trembling.

Eren blinked, completely caught off guard. "What? Hate you?"

"Tell me!" Violet demanded, a fat tear spilling over her flushed cheek. "I can take it! If you find me disgusting, or boring, or useless... say it!"

Eren held up both hands in a rare gesture of total, baffled surrender. "Whoa, hold on. Where the hell is this coming from? I don’t hate you, Violet. I have never hated you. How could anyone on this earth possibly hate you?"

"Then why?!" she shouted, her tears flowing freely now. "Why is it so impossible for you to accept how I feel?! You have an army of women around you! You have a fiancée who bullies people for fun, a genius maid, a professor! You take all of them without batting an eye! But the second I try to step closer, you push me away! Am I really that unbearable to you?!"

"You’re not unbearable at all!" Eren snapped back, leaning forward, his own voice tightening with frustration. "You’re innocent, Violet! You have a pure soul! A morally bankrupt degenerate like me would just—"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Violet yelled, covering her ears. "I love you, you blind, Playboy idiot!"

She huffed loudly, wiping her wet cheek with the back of her sweater sleeve. Pouting with fierce, wounded pride, she rounded the dining table in three aggressive, stomping strides.

She stopped right beside him, crossed her arms over her chest, and puffed out her cheeks, attempting to show authority over him.

"Fine," Violet muttered, her voice thick with stubborn tears as she looked down at him. "If you’re too cowardly to accept my feelings right now... then at least fulfill your duty as my partner. Help me with this one thing."

Eren looked up at her, utterly bewildered by the tiny tyrant standing over him. "And what exactly is this?"

"My mana is leaking again," she whispered, her voice in a serious tone that was no match for the frantic pulse at her throat. "Today was supposed to be the day we initiate the next phase of the curse. Are you going to help me like you swore you would... or are you going to reject me on that too?"

Eren held her gaze. Her eyelashes were damp with fresh tears, her lips slightly parted and trembling, yet the unyielding resolve in her eyes was ironclad. She wasn’t asking for an escape route; she was demanding.

Eren let out a long, resigned chuckle, shaking his head. "Yeah, alright," Eren said softly, reaching out and gently tapping the tip of her red nose.

***

A few minutes later, the dorm room was bathed in the soft, warm light of a single bedside mana lamp.

Eren was already stripped down to his briefs, his lean physique catching the golden light. He lounged casually on his side atop the mattress, facing away toward the far wall with an amused smirk on his lips.

Behind him, the rustle of discarded fabric was accompanied by frantic, breathy murmurs and an absolute symphony of nervous fabric-fidgeting.

"D-Don’t you dare turn around, Eren!" Violet’s voice squeaked. "If you peek, I’ll... I’ll find a way to curse you! Keep your eyes on the wall!"

"I won’t, Violet," Eren chuckled lazily, staring dutifully at the ornate wallpaper. "But...you sure you want this method? We can go with just clothed contact like last time."

"J-Just shut up and wait...!"

Another soft rustle signaled the final barrier falling away.

Violet stood beside the bed, practically glowing like a freshly forged hearth. Her breath hitched as the cool air grazed her bare skin. She was down to just a tiny pair of panties. Her beautifully curved breasts rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths, her pale shoulders shivering slightly.

Gathering every remaining ounce of her stubborn courage, she crept onto the mattress.

The springs gave a gentle dip. Eren felt the mattress shift, and then—

A soft, burning warmth pressed flush against his back.

Violet slid under the sheet, curling her body directly against him. Her smooth, bare chest pressed flat against his shoulder, her nipples hardening instantly against his warm skin. She threw her slender arms around his waist, her hands locking together, while her bare knees tucked snugly behind his.

She held on for dear life, squeezing him with surprising, possessive strength, burying her burning face right between his broad shoulders.

"I... I got you now," Violet whispered against his warm skin, her voice muffled, trembling with a mixture of sheer mortification and fierce, breathless triumph.

She took a shaky breath, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and clean sweat that had always made her feel safe, her heart hammering against his back like a wild bird.

"Now you’re trapped, you stupid playboy," she mumbled, tightening her grip around his ribs with adorably stubborn resolve. "You can’t run away, and you can’t lecture me about what I deserve. From now on... you have to listen to me."

At that moment, Eren realised something. This girl used the only method to hold him, wondering how she got this cunning idea. Aria? or Alice?

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