VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

A reckless thrill fired through Eren’s veins, his blue eyes tracking the smooth line of her slender leg planted on his thigh.

"Oh? Is that so, Professor?" Eren replied with a challenging smirk, resting his forearms along the rim of the tub. "And what does the syllabus look like for tonight’s remedial punishment?"

Norelia didn’t answer with words.

Leaning down, she planted her dripping hands against his chest, pushing him back against the smooth stone. Her brown curls spilled forward over her shoulders. With a slow movement, she straddled his hips, dropping her weight right into his lap.

The blunt, scorching head of his erect dick pressed dead-center against her soaking-wet slit.

Both of them hitched a sharp, synchronized breath. The slick friction alone made the water between their thighs feel boiling.

"Lesson one, Student Eren," Norelia whispered, her eyes practically glowing with wicked authority. "Silence in the classroom."

Reaching down, she guided the thick, pulsing dragon against her entrance, biting her lower lip as she slowly began to lower her hips.

Schluck.

Her tight, hated walls stretched to their capacity, greedily accommodating every single throbbing inch of his dick. A choked whimper slipped past Norelia’s lips, her back arching as her small hands dug their nails right into Eren’s shoulders.

"Ah... fuck... you’re impossibly tight, Norelia," Eren groaned, his hands immediately holding the soft, slender waist to steady her trembling frame.

"Quiet," Norelia panted in a raspy, breathless command, though her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes betrayed just how thoroughly overwhelmed she was by his monstrous size. "I... huff... I am in charge here."

Determined to maintain her supremacy, the petite genius began to roll her hips in a slow grind, lifting herself an inch before slamming back down onto his hilt.

Schlick. Plap. Schluck.

The wet, squelching friction echoed loudly off the bathroom, perfectly paired with the rhythmic splashing of water slopping over the rim of the tub.

Eren gritted his teeth, his hips twitching involuntarily to thrust upward into her heat. "For someone claiming to be in charge, your knees are trembling like a virgin, Professor."

"I said... ah!... shut up!" Norelia cried out, her rhythm turning frantic as the friction began frying her mind.

She bounced against his lap, her soft, round tits swaying hypnotically in the mist, pink nipples glistening with droplets of scented water. She was trying desperately to dominate him, but the relentless pressure of his thick cock hitting her deepest, most sensitive spot was rapidly dismantling her proud facade into pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Eren... ah... no, wait... that’s too deep... nnh!"

"Can’t hear you over the syllabus, Professor."

Losing all patience with her clumsy discipline, Eren tightened his grip on her slender hips, completely taking over the lesson. He drove his hips upward in vicious, powerful thrusts, meeting every downward slam of her petite frame with devastating force.

SPLASH. SLAP. CLACK.

The water in the tub churned like a storm, sloshing violently over the edges and soaking the bath mats below.

Norelia’s head snapped back, her brown hair sticking to her damp nape as her arrogant authority dissolved into high-pitched, broken moans of pure bliss.

"Eren—! Ahn!... Eren, Eren, Eren~!"

"Look at me, Norelia," Eren growled, blue eyes burning with possessiveness.

Through half-lidded, teary eyes, the trembling professor looked down, her hands clutching desperately to his neck as the wave of her orgasm crested at the base.

Her inner walls clamped down on his shaft, milking him with uncontrollable spasms.

The intensity snapped the last thread of Eren’s restraint.

With a growl, he buried his hips fully into her core, pinning her delicate waist against his thighs as he blew up a hot flood of white seed deep inside her womb. Pulse after searing pulse painted her interior, grounding her trembling body against him as the tub water slowly calmed around their heaving chests.

For a long, silent minute, only their synchronized panting echoed through the steamy room.

Norelia slumped completely forward, her cheek resting flat against his damp shoulder, entirely drained of all energy.

Eren let out a satisfied breath, tracing the curve of her spine before brushing a stray curl away from her damp forehead.

"So, Professor..." Eren murmured, an amused smirk returning to his lips. "...did I pass the practical exam?"

Norelia didn’t lift her head. She weakly raised a small, trembling fist and delivered a zero-damage punch to his chest.

"F-Minus..." Norelia wheezed in a tiny, muffled voice. "Total failure...you shameless brute..."

"An F-minus? For a performance like that?" Eren scoffed, his arms tightening around her. "Clearly, Professor, you are biased."

Before Norelia could muster the breath for another haughty retort, Eren tilted her face upward and captured her parted, trembling lips in an uncompromising, breathless kiss.

He didn’t hold back. His tongue swept in, tasting the sweetness, asserting complete and total ownership over the genius. Norelia’s muffled squeak instantly melted into a helpless whimper. Her trembling fingers curled into the damp strands of his dark hair, completely surrendering to the heat of his mouth.

When he finally pulled back with a lewd pop, leaving her lips glistening, Norelia looked at him with defeated eyes.

"So," Eren purred, his thumb lightly stroking her damp cheekbone. "Would you like to revise that grade, or should we review Chapter two right?"

Norelia buried her beet-red face straight into his neck, her small hands giving his shoulders a half-hearted, exhausted squeeze.

"A-plus..." she grumbled in total submission. "Full marks with highest honors, you insufferable, overbearing idiot... now stop bullying me."

Eren chuckled heartily, kissing the top of her damp brown curls.

A half-hour later, the bathroom doors clicked open.

Eren stepped out into the living room, drying his hair with a towel and looking thoroughly refreshed. Right beside him, Norelia was bundled in an oversized, fluffy teddy bear-themed sweater her mother prepared for her.

At the dining table, the Demon Queen had tied her orange locks into a messy, domestic bun, wearing an apron over a mature body.

The moment she heard the door open, Carolynn turned around, her eyes immediately swept downward, locking onto Norelia’s shaking, unsteady gait.

A knowing, and utterly shameless smirk spread across the mature woman’s gorgeous lips.

"My, my," Carolynn purred, leaning her generous hip against the table and resting her chin in her palm with pure mischief. "I only asked you two to take a quick bath... but it seems Eren gave you a very thorough scrubbing."

Norelia froze, the color draining from her face for a microsecond before turning into red that outshone her mother’s hair.

"M-Mama!"

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