VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

Chapter 9: Lewd challange

He wanted to thank that Goddess for the very first time since he arrived in this world. Two days ago, he caught a cute girl fingering herself in the library, and now, he was getting a front-row VIP ticket to a sexy knight casually stripping.

Emma noticed he’s staring at her scar.

"Young master," she called him sharply, causing Eren’s mind to come back online. "I know you’ve been holding back for days. Go ahead, say it."

"Say what?"

"Things you always said about me. How I look like a mangled brute with an ugly scar. People won’t change suddenly."

Eren blinked and pulled his blue eyes up.

"No," he replied quickly, not breaking eye contact. "I’m just looking at your body, wondering how beautiful it was," he said with an unapologetic, shameless smile.

Emma blinked once, twice, her brain clearly experiencing a catastrophic event. She clearly prepared for every possible mockery, insult, and anything else. But not this.

Her suspicious mind quickly reasserted itself as she found a plausible explanation. Of course. He has an ulterior motive. She still sees him as a perverted stalker. There’s no way he could change quickly unless Reinhardt’s attack hits his brain.

A sly smile formed on her lips as she leaned forward to his face, inches away from his.

"Oh? So the young master thinks I’m beautiful?" she asked with a soft tone. She crossed her arms beneath her chest, a move that ruthlessly pushed her massive breasts upward, practically presenting them to his field of vision. "Tell me, Eren. Are you embarrassed to see a girl stripping right in front of you?"

’Ohh sweet Goddess. Please give me strength to withstand this heavenly trail,’ he screamed internally, unable to take his eyes away from that majestic view of tanned cleavage.

She looked at his face, thinking he would finally show his true colours and would say to get her filthy body out of him. But he’s clearly enjoying the treat.

"Forget it." Unable to get the reaction she wanted, she sighed in disappointment and stood back up. She looked at herself in the infirmary mirror.

"I don’t know why you are playing hard, young master. I don’t know your intentions to be nice to me... But trying to get on my good side by flirting with me won’t change anything. Why bother lying to my face and telling me I’m beautiful when we both know I’m not? Honestly... I don’t even feel like a woman anymore."

Eren noticed her eyes darkened at the sight of her own reflection. He knew about her insecurities and how deeply Eren had hurt her. He cursed Eren Volsver, even wanting to go back in time to beat shit out of him for hurting some precious treasure like her.

Well, it’s past now, and we can’t change it.

But he can change the present.

He got from the cot and stood straight in front of her with the same smooth smile. "Are you sure you can’t feel like a woman?"

"What do you mean?"

"I propose a challenge."

Emma’s eyes shone with the word challenge. "What challenge?"

Eren’s smirk widened mischievously, clearly scaring even making the knight in front of him step back. "I will prove that you are still a woman... by your own words. If I do that, you have to grant me one favour without questioning. And if I lose, I’ll grant any of your wishes."

Emma’s brow raised in suspicion; she asked, "And what’s that favour would be?"

"Nothing that breaks your knightly vows," Eren said smoothly, maintaining that same unbothered smirk. "Just a simple favor. Do we have a deal?"

Emma stared at him for a long moment, trying to find the catch. But she was a warrior, and her battle-maniac brain could never back down from a direct challenge. "Fine," she muttered, lifting her chin proudly. "Deal. How exactly do you plan to prove your ridiculous claim?"

"Simple," Eren murmured as he stepped into her personal space. "It’s ok if I touch you?"

She crossed her arms with a confident smile. "As you wish, go on."

He gently placed his non-bandaged hand on her waist, his thumbs tracing the lean, sweat-slicked hips.

Emma flinched; her entire body went rigid. Her grey eyes widened as a jolt of electricity seemed to be passed through her spine. This was a woman who didn’t even flinch when facing a life-or-death battle.

"Young master, what are you—"

"What? You backing off, captain?" He murmured, his voice smooth.

Emma’s body tensed; she wanted to push him away and show she was unbothered, but her body flatly rejected the cooperation. His palm left her waist, smoothing down the hard line of her hip before resting firmly on her outer thigh. He could feel her toned, thick thigh through her tight trousers.

"Will you give up, or shall I go more?" He muttered, his blue eyes never leaving hers. He could sense the pulse fluttering wildly in her body as his hand moved towards her inner thigh, feeling her legs trembling slightly.

Emma held her breath as she desperately tried to ground herself. She was a Knight Captain who had conquered every trial through sheer, unyielding willpower. Surely, she could handle the touch of a man she was supposed to despise.

"This proves nothing. It’s just... a startled reflex."

Eren chuckled softly, reading the entire script on her face. "Then let’s see how long you can handle."

He then pressed his palm on her lower stomach, feeling the warm, toned abs. Slowly, he slipped his hand through the wristband of her trousers and underwear in one smooth motion.

"Nngh—"

A gasp escaped her lips before she could clamp them shut.

But Eren was out on a mission. He slowly explored inside, feeling her warmth and shiver at his mere touch. His middle finger found her swollen clit and circled it slowly, applying light pressure.

She pressed her thighs tightly as he gently circled her outer lip, holding herself strongly even to stand.

’Holy shit. All that tough exterior and she’s this sensitive?’

He took another step, pressing his chest to her bare bra-clad chest. "For someone who claims they don’t feel like a woman, your body seems to be screaming otherwise," he whispered into her ear.

"Keep talking... And I’ll bury you behind the manor," Emma whispered, though the command lacked any of her usual steel. Her grey eyes were wide, blown out with a mixture of shock and a rising heat.

Eren smiled wickedly as he pulled his hand out abruptly. She sighed, taking huge breaths, looking at his blue eyes with relief and rage.

"Now," he started with a smile, gesturing towards the bed. "Why don’t you lay down to relax."

Emma gulped, clearly wanting to quit the challenge.

But...