He chuckled softly under her intense gaze, wrapping his fingers lightly around her wrist. "What can I say? Maybe I was just desperate to earn a little praise from my breathtaking, exceptionally tall girlfriend."
A sudden heat flared in Emma’s chest, crimson dusting her tanned cheeks. She quickly averted her eyes, letting out a flustered huff.
"S-Shameless smooth-talker," Emma grumbled, though her thumb unconsciously caressed his jawline. "Flattery won’t fix your scorched trousers."
"True," Eren replied, giving a suggestive smirk as he pushed himself up from the bench. "Which is why you should accompany me to the locker room right now. I have a way to make it up to you for the stress."
Emma’s brain completely short-circuited.
’Wait... what?!’ A chaotic panic fired inside her. ’In the academy locker room?! In the middle of broad daylight during official hours?! Has this perverted idiot lost his absolute mind?!’
Yet even as her rational knight instincts screamed in scandalized horror, her heart thudded against her ribs with a thrill of depraved excitement.
***
A few moments later, Emma was sitting straight on the wooden bench inside the deserted locker room.
Her pulse was thundering, pink flush dominating her tanned cheeks. She watched through trembling lashes as Eren stood a few paces away, whistling a carefree tune while casually rummaging through his metal locker—or at least putting on a performance of looking for something.
’Does this scum actually get the idea of doing something thrilling in the academy?!’ she cursed in panic. ’Why the hell did I follow him in here like an obedient maiden?! How did I turn into a shameless degenerate?! damn it all! You absolute, unrepentant idiot!’
"Aha, found it," Eren’s voice cut through her spiraling panic.
Emma snapped her head up, gulping nervously, bracing herself for him to shove her against the lockers, and claiming his reward.
Instead, Eren casually walked over holding a box and knelt in front of her.
Emma froze. Her storm-grey eyes went wide, her brain visualising different romantic possibilities before completely drawing a blank.
Eren looked up at her with a bright, devastatingly handsome smile that instantly made her palms sweat.
"Leg, please," Eren requested, holding up an open hand.
"H-Huh...?"
"Come on, give me your foot."
Reluctantly, her mind entirely blank of logic, Emma lifted her right boot.
"Thank you, my captain," Eren murmured playfully as he deftly unbuckled the worn, scuffed leather of her standard-issue instructor footwear and slid it off her foot, leaving her in a simple cotton sock.
Emma stared down at him in total bewilderment, her face burning hotter by the second. "Eren... did you develop some kind of weird, degenerate foot fetish?"
Eren burst into a hearty laugh, looking up to meet her flustered glare.
"I won’t deny harboring a terrifying amount of exquisite fetishes, Captain," Eren replied with a wink, resting her toned leg onto his thigh. His thumb lightly traced the firm contour of her leg. "For instance, I have an incurable weakness for dangerously lethal tomboys with killer abs and god-tier legs."
Emma snapped her face to the side, biting her lip to suppress the fond grin. "You absolute, shameless idiot..."
Eren chuckled softly, turning his attention to the open box.
Emma felt something incredibly plush and lightweight slip over her toes. Looking down in surprise, she watched Eren expertly lace up a brand-new, master-crafted combat boot. The leather was soft as silk on the inside, and it was the perfect size for her foot.
"Now for the other leg."
Completely hypnotized, the pink-haired captain raised her left foot. Eren discarded her battered old gear and tied off the twin boots with precision.
"Got these just for you yesterday, Captain. Looks like the sizing was dead-on."
Emma lifted her feet, turning them left and right. The boots were shockingly sleek—the inner lining felt like high-grade velvet, while the outer shell held the dark, seamless finish of mastercraft—a massive upgrade from the scuffed, stiff standard-issue gear she had been abusing for months.
She stared down at her feet, then slowly shifted her gaze to him. Her mouth formed a faint, disappointed pout.
"That’s it?" Emma muttered, crossing her toned arms.
"What do you mean, ’that’s it’?"
"You dragged me into a deserted locker room in the middle of academy hours... just to give me combat boots?" Emma grumbled, her grey eyes narrowing in mock indignation. "I thought you had completely lost your mind to shameless degeneracy."
Eren let out a low chuckle. Rising from his knees, he leaned forward, planting palms on the wooden bench on both sides of her hips. He caged the pink-haired swordmaster in place, his face hovering a mere inch from her lips.
"Why, Captain?" Eren asked smoothly, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Were you secretly hoping for something a little more... inappropriate on academy property?"
THWAP.
Emma planted the flat of her palm squarely against his cheek, shoving his smirking face back. "Shut up, you idiot! I didn’t expect a damn thing!"
Eren laughed heartily, straightening back up. "Don’t insult the footwear, Emma. Those aren’t ordinary boots. They’re kinetic-weave leather—completely indestructible, waterproof, and internal shock absorbers. When you sprint, charge, or drop from a three-story wall, the kinetic feedback gets nullified instantly. It’ll feel like you’re walking on air."
Emma raised a doubtful brow. "Really?"
Curious, the tomboy captain stood up and shifted her weight from heel to toe. Her eyes lit up with immediate surprise. The inner cushion molded seamlessly to her arches, eliminating the usual stiff pressure points of military boots.
Grinning like an excited kid at a carnival, Emma kicked off the floor, darting across the empty locker room in two silent, blinding strides before performing a sharp mid-air turn and landing effortlessly on the floor. No impact shock. Zero creaking.
"Holy shit," Emma breathed, practically bouncing on her feet. "They’re incredible, Eren. I love them."
Eren took a seat back on the bench, leaning his elbows onto his knees with a smug grin. "Naturally. Only the absolute best for my girl."
"Thanks, idiot," Emma giggled, the rough swordmaster facade melting in warmth.
She walked back over and dropped onto the bench right beside him, resting her chin on her palm as she watched him with fond affection.
Yet, as the silence stretched, a restless thrill flared beneath her calm exterior. The wild, scandalous anticipation he had imagined in her head hadn’t completely burned out—and Emma wasn’t the type to leave an itch unscratched.
A slow, predatory smirk curved her lips.
Eren caught the dangerous glint in her storm-grey eyes and arched a suspicious brow. "What’s that wicked look for?"
"Well..." Emma murmured, her voice dropping into a husky, teasing purr as her gaze drifted down toward his trousers. "You went through all the trouble of buying your girlfriend an expensive present. Don’t you want your proper reward, Eren?"
"Emma, I have a meeting with Madam Carolynn in thirty minutes. And we are currently sitting in a public academy facility."
"You’re the one who baited me with degenerate thoughts, brat."
Still smirking, she lifted one hand and made a deliberate blowjob gesture with open, playful shamelessness. "You have to take full responsibility."
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