VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

Chapter 11: Deal

Emma’s grey eyes blinked open, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. Her body felt heavier than it ever had after a full day of tactical drills, completely drained of any energy.

’Wait... I passed out?’

Then it hit her. Her body vibrated with a shiver as the library in her mind showed archived footage of the useless brat she had despised her entire life, who had given her the unforgettable experience. Her face turned red in embarrassment.

Panicked, she sat up on the cot, and the blanket covering her fell down, revealing she was fully dressed like before. Even the scrape on her shoulder has been treated.

She had been completely taken care of after she passed out.

She looked at the guy in question, who was sitting right beside her on the stool. He was fast asleep as his head rested right next to her. He’s sleeping like a kid who played until he was exhausted, looking completely defenseless.

She realised he only did suspicious things with her, but also treated her with care, and complimented her on how gorgeous she is. The Eren she knew would never do things like this.

’I won’t believe he changed,’ she thought, grey narrowing at his face, thinking how punchable it was, and also strangely attracted to it, and she hated it. She still believes he had ulterior motives. Like how he can be attracted to a brute like her?

As she stared at him, his head shifted, a soft groan escaped his lips, and his blue eyes opened with a soft yawn.

He looked up to see Emma sitting perfectly upright, staring at the opposite wall.

"Oh, you’re finally awake, captain?" He teased with a soft grin, stretching his arms over his head, getting a satisfied pop sound, "How’s your body feeling now? Still denying my stance?"

Emma’s brow twitched in anger, yet she didn’t look at him. Refused to look at him. If she looks at his mischievous blue eyes, her brain will force her to reply the moment she moans under his touch.

"The challenge is over. Our wager is concluded. Do not flatter yourself and reveal anything... unprofessional occurred here," she said, her voice turned low with a forced cold tone.

Eren gave a delighted chuckle, resting his head on his palm as he leaned in. "A fierce, unfeeling Knight Captain who eats ogres for breakfast has finally accepted that she could feel like a woman?"

"I’m...no—"

She wants to finish the word, to tell that she doesn’t feel anything, but her body won’t agree with her. Her body still shudders remembering every sensitive spot his tongue trailed. The mere thought gives her a warm sensation.

"Just shut-up and tell me..." she whispered in embarrassment as she accepted defeat for the first time, not by fight, but from arousal. "That demand of yours?"

Eren smiled, finally having won the trust of a sexy knight.

"Don’t worry, Captain. I’m not going to ask you to do anything that would make you hate me more than you already do," Eren said, his voice devoid of its playful edge.

His expression turned serious. "My demand is simple: I want you to stick to my father’s side for the next two weeks."

Emma’s grey eyes snapped to his face, her brow furrowing with immediate suspicion. "To his side? Are you asking me to spy on the Duke? To gather leverage for whatever sick game you’re playing?"

Eren shook his head, holding up his hand. "Let me finish what I had to say. And if you still have not convinced me, I won’t force you to take the job. But it’s my only request, and I can only trust you on this."

Emma stared at him as she couldn’t understand his intentions. She thought this stalker would demand humiliating, perverted, or completely self-serving. But as she looked directly into his blue eyes, she found sincerity behind them, a son who seemed genuinely terrified of losing his family.

As the tanned beauty got convinced, Eren started explaining a plan for her to stick with the Duke.

And with their highly unprofessional business concluded, Eren left the infirmary and found himself walking back through the elegant hallways of Volsver Manor.

A blue transparent screen pinged in his vision,

[Ding!]

[Achievement unlocked:- Delivering a high-tier oral evaluation to Knight Captain Emma!]

[Fate Alterated: 2]

[Reward Granted: 150 Fate Points]

[Current FP: 350]

Eren’s gaze darkened as he looked at the number of fate altered.

Emma’s tragedy in the original timeline of The Throne Heart. After the Volsver Dukedom collapsed following Duke Alfric’s assassination, Emma had lost the only family she had ever known. Driven mad by grief and failure, she went completely rogue, abandoned her knightly code to hunt down the conspirators, and was eventually put down by the First Male Lead as a tragic mid-game sub-boss.

"But that was just a game," he said to himself, flexing his bandaged hand. This time, Muscle Mommy lives her life completely.

But now he was happy, having a satisfied grin on his face. Not only did he secure the ultimate bodyguard for the old man, but he also got a premium taste of the finest pair of tits and the sweetest pussy in the entire duchy.

The image of the cold, muscle mommy knight captain moaning and grinding against his face was burned into his memory. His shaft strained against his pants, begging for attention after being left out of the party.

’Come on, man... I ate her out like a starving man and still didn’t get to use the main weapon? This world is cruel.’

Shaking his head at the tragic fate of his legendary shaft, Eren finally arrived at the door to his room. But before his hand could even touch the handle, the door swung open from the inside, and the cute, busty red-haired maid stepped out in a hurry.

The moment her green eyes landed on the handsome guy standing outside, she froze to the ground.

"Y-Young Master!" Mira squeaked out but forced out a bright, cheerful smile. Her face was sweating suspiciously. "You’re back! I... I was wondering where you had gone off to this morning."

Eren looked at her from up to down with a calm look.

"I went to the training ground. But what were you doing in my room while I was away?"

Mira’s face turned pale, trying to stretch the smile more.

"Oh! I was just... cleaning, Young Master! Merely sweeping up the dust and ensuring your room is like new!"

Before he could ask further, the redhead gave a clumsy bow, her massive breasts practically spilling toward the floorboards.

"If... if you’ll excuse me, I must return to the servant’s quarters!" she stammered out. Without waiting for his permission, she ran past him down the hallway in a hurry like a mouse escaping a cat.