VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

In the end, nothing happened.

Yet.

He got denied an ancient family-sandwich scenario.

"Damn... that hits the spot," Eren muttered, letting out an exhale that dissolved into the rising vapor.

He was currently submerged up to his collarbones in the massive marble bath. The warm water worked miracles on his sore muscles, melting away the day’s fatigue.

But...

The most intoxicating part was the scent. The water was heavily infused with Carolynn’s signature fragrance that tricked his senses into feeling wrapped inside the succubus’s private world.

Eren leaned his head back and sighed. The weight on his shoulders was getting huge. He still needed to cure Violet’s frost curse, help Princess Seraphina for the throne, investigate this new demon-realm conspiracy surrounding Lillia and The Substance, and somehow ensure Aria seized her rightful succession over House Reedings.

’Being a transmigrated protagonist is basically high-risk project management,’ he noted dryly.

Click.

The quiet latch of the wooden bathroom door broke his thoughts, followed by the wet footsteps.

Eren turned to the side.

Through the swirling steam, an adorable figure emerged.

Norelia stood by the entrance, her fluffy brown curls pinned loosely up to keep them dry, leaving her neck entirely bare. She was only wrapped in a towel, laying out her delicate, doll-like features. And her face was currently flushed, her petite frame shivering slightly as her pulse thudded.

"Well, well. Did my brilliant girlfriend come to keep the exhausted boyfriend company?"

Norelia puffed out her cheeks, glaring at him.

"Don’t flatter yourself, Volsver," she grumbled in a small rasp. "I bet you were secretly praying Mama would stroll through that door instead. You’re completely obsessed with her ridiculous, cow-sized titd, aren’t you?"

Eren chuckled, entirely shameless. "I’m a man of culture, Norelia. I appreciate her huge assets. But I have an absolute weakness for my brilliant, sharp-tongued petite genius. You’re stunning, cute, and impossibly sexy just the way you are."

"Shameless, silver-tongued pervert," Norelia muttered under her breath.

The towel slid down her body.

She was breathtaking in her perfection. Her skin was smooth and utterly radiant under the warm mana lamps. Her waist dipped into a slender, graceful arch, leading to gentle, feminine hips and a firm, rounded little butt. Her small, soft breasts were perfectly shaped with pink nipples.

Stepping over the marble ledge, Norelia dipped all the way down, settling comfortably between Eren’s parted thighs, leaning back against him.

"Just so we’re clear," Norelia murmured, leaning her head back against his shoulder so she could look up into his blue eyes, "I’m only in here because I refused to let that old hag monopolize you all night."

Eren wrapped her waist, pulling her tightly against him.

"My brilliant little professor is really such a tsundere," Eren whispered teasingly near her ear.

Norelia blinked, tilting her chin up. "What in the world is a ’tsun-de-re’?"

Before she could finish sounding out the foreign term, Eren leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. He grazed the skin with a soft nip of his teeth, instantly cutting off her lecture.

"Ah~!"

A squeak tore from her throat. A shiver rippled down her spine, setting every nerve ending on fire. But what truly shattered her composure was the heat pressing against her back. The moment she had nestled between his thighs, his thick sword had stirred awake, rock-hard and ready for battle.

"Eren... wait," Norelia gasped, her voice trembling in a desperate bid for restraint. "We’re literally in Mama’s bathroom..."

"Be completely honest with yourself, Norelia," Eren murmured, his deep voice husky, intoxicating making the water around them feel twice as hot. "Did you genuinely believe you could strip naked, walk into my bath looking like a sculpted goddess, and sit right on my lap without awakening every primal male instinct to breed you? You basically threw yourself to the wolf."

Norelia clamped her mouth shut, averting her eyes with a faint, guilty whimper.

"Silence implies full awareness," Eren declared.

His fingers found her tits. He caught her hardened nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, giving them a sharp, simultaneous pinch.

"Eeeek—!"

A thoroughly lewd gasp bounced off the closed room. Norelia’s entire back arched out of the water, water dripping down her chest as ripples violently slapped against the tub’s edge.

Before she could breathe again, his thumbs rolled the taut buds in a slow circle, pinching them once more.

"Nnh... hah... Eren...!" A broken, sultry moan slipped past her parted lips.

"I asked a question, Professor," Eren said, his lips trailing a line of wet kisses along her jaw.

Trapped in a dizzying haze of heat and sensory overload, Norelia gave a slow, barely noticeable nod, her red eyes turning glassy.

"Good girl," Eren whispered. "Stubborn little tsunderes need to be punished to make them honest with their bodies."

Keeping one arm locked around her ribs to keep her against him, Eren slid his other hand down beneath the water. His fingers traced the smooth dip of her stomach, brushing past her soft lower belly to glide between her parted thighs.

He leaned close, pressing a soft kiss to her flushed cheek. "Remember where you tied my wrists and gave me that agonizingly slow, torturous footjob? Payback is long overdue, Professor."

"Wait—no—"

He pressed her clit, sending an electric shockwave straight up her spine. The slit beneath his fingers was already scorching hot, completely soaked in slick, sticky juice that resisted the surrounding water. Her breathless whimpers were like fuel to his arousal, driving his rod to ache with hardness behind her.

Slipping two long fingers past her tight, dripping pussy, he pushed inside.

Norelia squirmed against his hold, her small hands clutching desperately at his forearms as his fingers curled within her tight walls, working in rhythm that drove her dangerously close to the edge.

"Eren... no... stop, I can’t—I really can’t take this~!" Norelia cried out, her voice cracking under the mounting pressure.

With a sudden burst of adrenaline, the petite professor broke free of his grip. She scrambled onto her knees, turning around in the churning water until she stood over him, water splashing over the rim.

Eren leaned his head back against the rim, panting lightly as he looked up.

Norelia was breathing in shallow gasps, her chest heaving, water glistening over her bare curves and dripping from her erect, pink peaks. Yet the flustered, defenseless maiden was suddenly gone. Her red eyes narrowed with a wicked and dangerous glint.

A mischievous smirk curved her wet lips.

"It seems..." Norelia said softly, planting a foot directly onto his thigh, "...the student has forgotten who’s at the top of the food chain here. If you think you’re the one in control, my darling Eren, your professor is going to have to teach you a very strict lesson in discipline."

Looking up at the fierce, breathtaking little genius asserting her authority, an uneasy thrill shot through him.

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