Chapter 48: A Promise
His grip tightened around her, halting her movement for one final deep thrust that buried him entirely up against her womb.
"Norelia... hold on tight!" Eren warned, his jaw locking as his breath hitched.
Hearing the arrival of the endgame, Norelia’s ruby eyes completely rolled back in a daze of pure, unvarnished ecstasy. She tightly wrapped her slender legs completely around his waist, pinning him deep within her burning center.
"Fill me up! Put everything inside me, Eren!" she screamed out, her voice entirely broken. "I’m your woman now... do whatever you want to my body! Just give it to me—!"
"Ffuck—!"
Eren roared out as he finally snapped. He gave one last, soul-crushing surge of his hips, burying himself all the way to the hilt as he violently released a massive, incredibly thick load deep inside her, completely flooding the tight depths of her.
"Ahhhhh~!" Norelia shrieked loudly against his lips, her wet internal walls aggressively clamping and pulsing around his throbbing length to absorb every single drop of his seeds.
Eren collapsed backward onto the mattress, bringing the completely spent petite bookworm down with him. For several long minutes, the only sound filling the room was the synchronized breathing of the two, like a fish couple stranded on land.
"Eren...let me just use you as my warm pillow for a little bit. Don’t move."
With that, the system completely shut down into a state of exhausted sleep. Eren let out a silent, affectionate chuckle, carefully pulling her little upward to watch her sleeping face more closely.
’Honestly, all I asked the MILF Goddess for was a simple, comfortable life where I would be loved, which I never got in my life. Now, I’ve somehow got a family that actually treasures my existence, and three incredible girls who love me to absolute madness. If I had to pay the price for this life, I would gladly do anything for this.’
[Ding!]
[HAREM BOUND SKILL ACQUISITION CRITERIA MET!]
[Achievement Unlocked: Successfully claimed the absolute high-tier Petite Genius and secured her permanent romantic allegiance.]
[Reward: +100 Fate Points. (Current Balance: 350 FP)]
[Executing Data Retrieval...]
[Accessing Norelia’s primary skill set...]
[Randomizing active draws...]
[Draw successful!]
[New Skill Unlocked: Hawk Eyes (Level 1)]
[Description: A specialized spell that grants the user the ability to perceive physical structures with absolute clarity, effectively seeing through basic solid objects and low-density barriers.]
[Upgrades will unlock advanced analytical overlays, including thermal tracking and mana-flow sensitivity.]
’What the literal fuck am I supposed to do with a spell like Hawk Eyes? Like, use this to go peep on noble girls in the academy changing rooms like some cliché, bottom-tier degenerate protagonist? Come on, System, I have far more class and self-respect than that.’
He let out a defeated breath, realizing the system clearly had a mind of its own when it came to rewards.
Shaking off the system notifications, he tightened his embrace around his girl, who was currently using him as a mattress, ready to go into a deep slumber like her.
As the morning sun climbed into the sky, spilling bright golden beams straight through the windowpanes, illuminating the dumping yard of her room.
Norelia stirred awake with a soft groan; she had been lying face down beneath the blanket. Her hand swept across the mattress, finding nothing but empty sheets where a certain young master used to be.
’Well, look at that. The little wimp must have fled the scene out of pure embarrassment,’ she muttered internally with a self-satisfied smirk.
She forced her petite body upright, throwing her arms up into the air with a massive stretch and a loud yawn. "Honestly... this is easily the best morning I’ve experienced in years," she sighed out loud, thoroughly content.
"Oh, really? I’m incredibly glad the hospitality met your high standards."
Norelia’s entire body stiffened. Her yawn cut off with a click of her jaw, and she turned her head toward the corner desk, her red eyes wide with shock to see the man in question.
Eren casually stood at her desk, entirely dressed and currently stirring a warm, steaming liquid inside a glass mug. The absolute audacity of the man was staggering.
Panicking at her own complete lack of clothing, Norelia aggressively gathered the thick blanket, wrapping it around her small frame until she looked like a thoroughly defensive, angry white burrito. "Y-You—! Why are you still inside my room?!"
Eren just walked over to her and extended the warm glass toward her. "Take it. It’s a herbal blend I stole from the kitchen. It soothes your muscle cramps."
Norelia peeked out from the top of her blanket fortress, her eyes darting between the steaming mug and his face. "Is... is this specifically for me?" she asked in a highly suspicious squeak.
"No, Norelia. I brought this for another girl lying beside you."
She shot him with a burning pout, but took the mug anyway. "Thank you," she muttered in a tiny, profoundly defeated voice.
Eren laughed softly at her adorable retreat. Leaning forward, he gave her a gentle kiss right against her flushed cheek.
Norelia took a slow, tentative sip of the sweet herbal drink, the warmth instantly settling her internal aches. But as she looked up over the rim of the glass, her eyes locked onto a very specific, glaring detail. Right on the side of his neck, a neat bandage was taped down—completely covering the hickey she had stamped.
Her face instantly ignited, the liquid nearly going down the wrong pipe. "Y-You... why haven’t you left for the main manor yet?" she stammered, desperately trying to divert her own gaze.
Instead of answering, Eren sat down onto his knees right beside the edge of her bed, bringing himself level with her sitting posture. His blue eyes softened, locking onto her ruby ones with a serious, steady focus.
"How could I before getting my final answer, Miss Norelia? You still haven’t told me where you are going. When you officially resign and walk out of these gates in a few days... am I truly never going to see you again?"
Hearing the underlying panic in his voice made her laugh; her initial embarrassment completely evaporated. She stared at the legendary trash prince, seeing the raw vulnerability he rarely ever permitted the world to look at.
She laughed at him, setting the mug down on the bedside crate; she gently patted the top of his messy dark hair with absolute affection.
"You really are an overthinking idiot, Eren," she whispered, her eyes crinkling with a beautiful, knowing warmth.
"Stop thinking of worse situations in that massive brain of yours. Don’t worry. I promise you, I won’t have the chance to miss you, and you certainly won’t have the luxury of missing me even after I officially leave this manor. It’s an absolute contract. A promise."
Eren tilted his head, his brow furrowing slightly at her highly cryptic phrasing. ’Wait, what does that even mean? A promise that we won’t miss each other? Is she creating a fast-travel mechanic?’
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