Free Web NovelChapter 39: Make out with muscle mommy
Emma’s storm-grey eyes widened to their absolute physical maximum at the sudden, shameless accusation. She violently shook her head, her tanned cheeks instantly darkening into a deep red.
"What the hell are you talking about, you insufferable brat? Why would I—why would a Knight ever get jealous over something so entirely ridiculous? Who cares who gets what first?!"
To see a literal apex predator stuttering was an absolute spectacle. Eren leaned forward even further, resting his chin comfortably on his knees, blue eyes sparkling with a wicked, entertained light as he fully enjoyed the chaos.
"Oh? Is that so? If you’re completely indifferent to my life, Captain, then care to explain why you were using your enhanced hearing sense to spy on my daily things? "
Emma’s jaw tightened, her hands gripping the armrests as she thought for a defense argument.
"That was—that was merely to ensure you weren’t doing any more ominous, unhinged things. It is my duty to check on suspicious things!"
Eren’s smirk deepened into thoroughly wicked, it was time to poke the tomboy more.
"Oh, so you did hear everything then. Like the wild night out with my maid, the study session with the petite librarian... you heard all of it. And yet, despite all those, you still act like you have an exclusive claim on me?"
Before Emma could think, Eren stepped out of bed and stood directly before her chair. He leaned down slightly, his blue eyes locking onto her flushed, beautiful face.
"And while we’re reviewing that... care to explain why you kissed me?"
Emma’s breath hitched, her storm-grey eyes darting around frantically before she forced a stubborn glare.
"That was—that was a mere moment of impulse! A sudden surge of intense gratitude for saving the duke from the attack, nothing more!"
"Is that right?" Eren murmured softly, his tone suddenly dropping into a low, dominant. "Look at me, Emma. Look into my eyes and tell me that... after what we did in that infirmary, and after what just happened right now, do you honestly still look at yourself and think you’re just a soldier, and not a woman?"
The fearsome Swordmaster found herself completely trapped by his words. Reluctantly, her grey eyes lifted up to meet his, her pulse visibly hammering against the delicate skin of her throat.
Eren’s lips curled into a knowing, dangerous smile. "If a moment of impulse is a valid excuse for the Captain... let’s see how you handle my version."
Before her she could even understand that threat, Eren leaned straight down, bypassing her guard entirely. He buried his face directly into the warm curve of her neck, aggressively pressing his lips against her sensitive, sun-kissed skin.
"Ah...!"
A soft, breathy gasp escaped Emma’s lips as the heat of his lips gave her a violent shudder. "Idiot... stop... what the hell are you doing?" she muttered weakly, her tough warrior persona completely evaporating into thin air.
Her heightened physical senses suddenly went blank. A wave of intense, ticklish warmth flooded, making her mind numb.
Her fingers held his dark hair—but instead of shoving him away, she held him closer against her. She completely lost herself in the daze of the moment.
After a few highly impulsive moments, Eren finally pulled his head back. He looked down at his legendary predator, her chest was heaving as she gasped for air, her storm-grey eyes unfocused.
He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the flush on her cheek.
As he thought he won over her, Emma’s storm-grey eyes suddenly sharpened, the hazy fog instantly burning away.
Before Eren could even blink, she clamped firmly onto shoulders. With a fluid grace, Emma immediately got up and shoved him to the chair. Before he could even process his dominance overriding, the tall, tanned tomboy swung her long leg over him, straddling his lap.
She sat down on his lap, leaning in so close.
"How dare you make a move on me, you insufferable brat?" she muttered, sending a thrill into his nerves.
Eren merely let out a mocking chuckle—but it instantly swallowed as Emma crashed her lips against his.
It wasn’t a gentle peck like last time; it was fierce. She parted his lips effortlessly, their tongues tangling and exploring each other with a fiery, desperate.
While her lips aggressively devoured his, Emma reached down and held his wrists, deliberately navigating his hands directly onto her perfect tomboy’s boobs, which were held beneath her white shirt.
Eren’s fingers instantly remembered the incredible geometry of her physique. Needing to eliminate any barriers, he undone her shirt buttons one by one until he could slide his palms directly against her innerwear.
For the next five minutes, the room filled with the heavy, muffled sounds of wet, desperate kisses, ragged breathing, and the friction of clothes as they aggressively melted into each other’s warmth.
Emma’s fingers tangled deeply into his dark hair, while Eren’s hands eagerly explored the muscular, yet incredibly soft curves of the tomboy sitting on his lap.
Finally she pulled back, her chest heaving across his face. Her storm-grey eyes glared down at his unbelievably smug, satisfied expression.
"I have to admit," Eren muttered, his voice entirely unapologetic. "That is easily the best kiss I’ve ever gotten. It’s entirely too addictive to my survival than actual water."
Emma let out a hum at his shameless compliment, standing up from his lap. Her fingers started moving down to the remaining buttons of her shirt, and then went to her leather trousers.
Eren just sat back as his pulse spiked into the meter limit, like practically cheering in the front row of the stadium.
As she stood before him only in a simple, deep-blue sports bra and matching lace panties, she laid bare a physique that was nothing short of an absolute masterpiece. Her tanned skin, her slender yet beautifully toned frame adorned with a few faded scars that only amplified her wild, striking beauty. Her pink hair tied back in a ponytail.
His heart was humming violently.
Sure, he had already seen her naked during that validation session in the infirmary, but a masterpiece like this demanded repeated viewings. He would happily buy a season pass to this view every single day without a second thought.
Yet, despite her physical presence, Emma reluctantly crossed her arms over her chedt, her storm-grey eyes shifting toward the floorboards with vulnerability.
"I know... I know I’m not cute like that librarian," Emma muttered softly, her voice trembling slightly as she gestured weakly to herself. "And my chest isn’t massive like that maid’s... I’m just a scarred, soldier. Are you... are you okay with a brute like me, Eren?"
Eren’s gaze dropped down for a brief second to the sudden. The beast in his pants was practically begging to break loose just so it could personally console her and clear up any doubts about her aesthetic value.
