VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

Smooch. Chu. Mwah.

The wet sounds of shameless affection echoed loudly through the empty locker room.

Eren sat completely still on the wooden bench, his arms resting limply at his sides like a defeated prisoner who had thoroughly accepted his fate.

Straddling his thigh from the side, Emma had her calloused hands firmly clamped around his jaw, showering his face in a relentless storm of kisses. She treated the young guy like a cute cat—pecking his forehead, planting loud smacks on both his cheeks, kissing the bridge of his nose, and leaving damp, affectionate trails every inch of his skin.

’I learnt a new lesson today,’ Eren noted unbothered indulgence. ’Never present special gifts to any girlfriend in public unless I prepared for total emotional collateral.’

He had zero complaints actually.

He simply sat there and enjoyed the heat of her body, the faint mint scent of her, and the way her strong thighs squeezed against his leg.

Eventually Emma slowed. She tilted his chin up and claimed his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, tongue pushing past his lips with clumsy but intense need. When she finally pulled back, a thick string of saliva stretched between them. Her storm-grey eyes were half-lidded and full of open lust as she looked down at his thoroughly kissed face.

Eren gently grabbed her hand and pulled her palm to his lips, pressing a tender kiss.

"Tell me, my lovely Captain," Eren whispered with a smirk on his wet lips. "How did my disciplined, honorable knight turn into such a shameless little cock-hungry degenerate who wants public locker-room sex?"

He tilted his head, his dark blue eyes softening with gentle knowing. "Ever since I accepted your little promise about starting a family... you’ve been getting impatient, haven’t you?"

Emma’s already flushed face turned more crimson.

She quickly jerked her head to the side, staring intently at the metal lockers across the room, but she didn’t pull her hand away from his grip.

"T-That’s not the only reason, you idiot..." Emma muttered in a flustered rasp, biting her lower lip lightly.

Eren didn’t offer a single word of rebuttal. He merely sat there, maintaining an infuriatingly, all-knowing smirk that shattered whatever remained of her fragile composure.

"That’s it! That’s enough out of you!" Emma barked, her patience violently snapping.

Reaching down with zero hesitation, her fingers hooked into the waistband of his unbuttoned trousers, dragging the dark fabric low until his thick, resting cock tumbled out. In its calm state, the dragon lay soft and squishy.

Emma’s storm-grey eyes shimmered with a sultry gleam. "Oh... look at this precious, harmless little creature," she whispered, wrapping her fingers around the soft thung and giving it an affectionate squeeze.

Eren stiffened under her grip, his breath hitching.

Flashing a toothy grin, Emma leaned forward between his legs. "Allow your captain to express her proper gratitude for the boots, Eren."

Remaining seated on the wooden bench, she bent sideways and brought her face down to his lap. Her warm, wet tongue flicked out, tracing the slit at the crown before peppering the soft skin with eager, messy little smooches. Almost instantly, she felt the dormant beast pulse violently in her palm, rapidly multiplying in size, density, and searing heat with every passing second.

Within moments, the dragon fully awakened—standing at rigid attention, veins throbbing against her grip.

Emma let out a satisfied hum against his heated skin, playfully licking the flared ridge of the glans. Eren bit his lower lip, his fingers instinctively reaching out to tangle into her vibrant pink hair to brace himself.

’Only her second time sucking cock and she’s already learning how to tease me properly. Dangerous woman.’

Emma slapped the heavy shaft lightly against her cheek a couple of times, then sealed her lips around the tip and sucked hard.

Schlurp—

The wet, filthy sound bounced off the metal lockers. Eren’s cock jerked hard in her mouth.

Emma parted her jaw wide and began taking the monstrous length into her mouth. The overwhelming girth stretched her lips to their absolute limit, puffing her tanned cheeks outward as the blunt head pushed relentlessly past the roof of her mouth, brushing the sensitive threshold of her throat.

Yet, true to her unyielding nature, she didn’t back down.

She settled into a determined, steady rhythm, bobbing her head up and down the rigid shaft. Eren looked down from above, his blue eyes locking onto the intoxicating sight of the deadliest swordmaster, lips stretched tight around his cock, saliva already starting to drip down the shaft.

He tightened his grip on her ponytail and guided her pace, pushing her a little deeper with each downward stroke.

"Look at you, Emma..." he rasped. "Getting so fucking good at taking care of your boyfriend’s cock."

"Mmph... ghk... sh-shut... gawk...!" Whatever insult she tried to spit came out as wet, garbled noise around the thick length filling her mouth.

Minutes melted into a blur of pleasure.

She kept going. Her tongue worked clumsily but eagerly along the underside, pressing against the thick veins. Spit ran down her chin and onto his balls. Her grey eyes grew glassy as she struggled to breathe through her nose, but she refused to stop.

Feeling the impending eruption surging at the base of his spine, Eren leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her flushed ear.

"Take every single drop down like a good girl," Eren whispered in a husky growl. "Spill a single drop on the floor, and I’m banning you from getting finished inside your pussy for an entire week."

Emma’s grey eyes snapped wide in panic, a muffled cry vibrating against his dick.

Emma’s eyes flew wide in pure panic. A muffled, desperate sound vibrated around his cock.

He didn’t give her the chance to pull off.

Eren’s hips jerked up as he came hard, burying himself deep and flooding her throat with thick, hot loads of cum. Pulse after pulse poured straight down her throat while he held her head firmly in place.

Only when the last spurt left him did he loosen his grip.

Emma pulled back with a wet pop, coughing and gasping for air. Cum and spit clung to her swollen lips and chin.

"You... fucking bastard..." she wheezed, glaring up at him with teary, half-lidded eyes.

Still, she ran her tongue slowly over her lips, gathering every remaining streak of cum and swallowing it with a heavy gulp. The sight was lewd enough to make Eren’s spent cock twitch again.

Emma raised an arm to wipe her chin, her boot twitching to deliver a well-deserved kick to his ass—when her ears suddenly twitched.

The playful fury on her face vanished in a microsecond.

"Eren, clothes. Now," Emma hissed in an urgent whisper, her grey eyes locking onto the locker room entrance. "Someone’s coming down the hall."

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