Chapter 297: Foursome fun

Eren was kneeling tall on the bed, locked in the center of what could only be described as a celestial tapestry of concentrated sin.

He had Norelia propped on all fours beneath him, his hips driving into her depths that sent soft, wet schlick-schlick sounds echoing through the room.

But because Eren’s brain was a marvel of strategic optimization, the professor’s face was planted firmly between Aria’s spread thighs, her tongue busily lapping at the heiress’s pussy with dedication.

"Nnh... right there... ah~..."

Beside them, Emma knelt on the sheets, her hand gently braced Eren’s hip to steady his tempo, while she leaned in every few thrusts to claim his mouth in kisses. Her palm occasionally gave his flank a firm, encouraging shove.

Norelia’s breath hitched. Sensing the familiar tremor from his shaft inside her, she abruptly pulled her face back from Aria’s thighs.

"Wait—ah! Stop, stop!" Norelia gasped.

With a slide, she wriggled her hips forward, slipping his cock free from her. She spun around on her knees, settling directly between his parted legs with a messy, triumphant grin that made her look entirely unhinged. Her red eyes locked dead onto his weeping little soldier.

"Give it to me," Norelia demanded, her voice a breathless, adorable squeak. "Right here. In my mouth, Eren. Every single drop."

Emma’s jaw practically hit the mattress.

Eren didn’t need a second invitation. A depraved smirk stretched across his lips. "As the Academy decrees, Professor."

He caught the base of his cock with one hand, giving it a few strokes that pushed his overcharged core straight past the point of no return.

The dam obliterated.

Thick white seed erupted, splashing across Norelia’s waiting lips and painting her flushed face in an ungodly, breathtaking mess. Stray droplets landed squarely on the tip of her cute button nose, her chin, and the soft slope of her forehead. Norelia parted her lips greedily, swallowing every ounce that landed on her tongue with a loud, desperate gulp. She looked less like a dignified professor and more like an absolute lust demon.

Aria slowly propped herself up on her elbows.

"My, my," Aria purred, her aristocratic voice dripping with decadence. "What a remarkably greedy, adorable professor we have."

Without a shred of hesitation, the villainess leaned forward, cupping Norelia’s burning cheeks with both manicured hands. Aria parted her plush lips and began thoroughly licking the warm essence straight off the professor’s skin, her tongue tracing from the delicate jawline right up to her cheekbone in slow, decadent sweeps.

"Nnh... Aria...!" Norelia squeaked.

"Hey, don’t hog the spoils, my lady," Emma grunted, leaning in from the other side. The tanned knight caught Norelia’s chin, tongue darting out to clean the stray drops from the professor’s forehead and nose.

Norelia’s face turned crimson. Her arms flailed uselessly against them, squeaking like a startled mouse. "S-Stop it! Both of you! You absolute degenerates, cease this immediately—kyaa! That tickles, Aria! Emma, let go—!"

Eren sat back on his heels, his blue eyes wide, clutching his chest as if his heart were actively trying to stage an armed escape through his ribs.

’I am not surviving this night,’ he thought, his brain short-circuiting into pure, static-laced bliss.

Aria pulled back with a soft, feline chuckle. "Look at her pout. Honestly, darling, you should reward our sweet professor for being such an obedient—"

She never finished the sentence.

Eren lunged forward like a starved panther.

His hands caught Aria’s slender waist, effortlessly tackling the heiress backward into the plush silk pillows. Aria let out a startled gasp, her golden eyes widening in shock as his heavy, muscular frame pinned her entirely flat beneath him.

Before her sharp tongue could formulate a single insult, Eren captured her throat with his mouth. He sucked down on the tender, pale skin just below her collarbone with fierce, bruising suction, deliberately leaving a mark that would take a week of high-collared dresses to conceal.

"E-Eren...!" Aria gasped, her breath catching as his stubble scraped her heated flesh. "You brute... You insolent dog! I was... I was supposed to dominate this engagement! Release me this instant!"

Eren lifted his head with a wild grin.

"I am the future Duke of House Reedings, your husband to be, my lovely Duchess," Eren growled playfully. "Which means every square inch of this noble territory answers to me."

Without an ounce of mercy, he hooked his forearms beneath the backs of Aria’s knees, hoisting her legs high into the air until her thighs were pressed flat against her own shoulders, prying her drenched entrance wide open.

He lined his iron-hard shaft against her dripping folds and drove forward in one massive, bottoming-out slam.

"Ahhh—FUCK!"

Aria’s haughty posture shattered instantly, her hands flying out to violently clutch the headboard posts. Her back bowed off the mattress, her inner walls desperately clamping down around the thick intruder.

"Eren—haaa! You... you arrogant bastard—ah! Ah! Deeper—!" Aria wailed, completely unhinged as he began jackhammering into her with terrifying speed.

The wet, heavy plap-plap-plap of their bodies filled the room. Her curses instantly dissolved into filthy, incoherent sobs of pure ecstasy.

"D-Deeper... fuck, don’t stop—tear me apart, you bastard... ruin me—haaa-ah! Ahhn!"

Beside the bed, Norelia sat cross-legged, rubbing her sticky, red cheeks while staring in absolute, jaw-slackened awe at the violent rhythm rattling the headboard.

Emma leaned back against the footpost, crossing her sculpted arms over her chest, letting out a low, appreciative whistle as the bed gave a menacing creak.

After a few minutes, with one final drive, Eren pinned Aria’s slender thighs flat to the mattress and let his second load detonate directly into her spasming depths.

Aria let out an ear-shattering, ruined shriek of pure, celestial defeat. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her spine arching. Her drenched inner walls fluttered around him in a desperate, clenching vice, milking him until the villainess literally went limp like an expensive marionette with its strings neatly severed.

Eren slowly, deliberately dragged himself, letting out a long, ragged exhale that ruffled his damp black bangs.

He didn’t collapse this time. Fuck no. The feral switch had been flipped and the berserker protocol was running on pure, unhinged adrenaline.

Slowly, Eren rotated his neck, his gaze shifted onto the tanned, hot knight leaning against the carved footpost.

The hungry, predatory glint in his eyes was so unadulterated, so completely devoid of mercy, that Emma’s confident smirk instantly froze.

A sharp, electric bolt of sheer survival instinct shot straight through the knight’s nervous system. The angel of death suddenly slid one foot backward toward the edge of the mattress.

"Where are you going, captain?"

"To sleep."

"Your turn hasn’t come."

Emma stared at him in pure fear.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, the haughty Reedings heiress was sprawled on her side. With a sleepy, defeated whimper, she blindly reached out and grabbed the nearest warm, soft object in the bed—which happened to be Norelia.

Norelia, still having an adorable flush, didn’t resist in the slightest. The tiny scholar happily snuggled her nose into the crook of Aria’s porcelain neck, pulling the edge of the silk duvet over both of them with a contented, exhausted sigh.