Chapter 100: Eren’s First Harem Night -5-

The moment he confirmed the evolution heat exploded from the center of his chest and spread through every vein in his body. It wasn’t painful. It was the opposite. Like sinking into a hot bath after a freezing day but the heat was coming from inside him.

[Congratulations! Your passive skill “Love Love Love!” has evolved!]

[Love Love Love!: Evolution League 1 > Evolution League 2]

[NEW SUB-EFFECT UNLOCKED: “Soul Echo” – During intimate physical contact with anyone who holds positive emotional feelings toward the user, Love Love Love! now passively transmits the emotional state and physical sensations between both parties. Effect intensity scales with Charisma and emotional closeness. Warning: effect is two-directional]

[Charisma Passive Bonus: +179 > +233]

What the hell.. +233 from a single passive? My total Charisma on the bed is going to be over 300.

The new passive settled into him like a second heartbeat. He could feel it humming softly behind his ribs. Soul Echo. He didn’t fully understand what it meant yet but the name alone made his skin prickle.

Then Lyra’s small hand touched his and everything changed.

It hit him like a truck. Through that single point of skin contact a rush of raw emotion poured into his mind that wasn’t his own. Fear and excitement and desperate wanting and bone-deep loneliness and something else underneath all of it that felt like standing at the edge of a cliff and choosing to jump.

That’s what she’s feeling right now. All of that. From one touch.

He looked at Lyra. She was kneeling in front of him with her hand in his, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. She’d felt something too. Her free hand pressed against her own chest like she was checking if her heart was still beating.

“What was that?” She whispered. Her voice was shaking.

Eren squeezed her fingers gently. “New skill. It connects us a little. Is that okay?”

Lyra didn’t answer with words. She crawled forward and pressed her face against his chest. Her massive breasts squished against his stomach and her arms wrapped around his waist and she held on like the bed was going to throw her off.

She was shaking so hard he could feel it in his teeth.

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POV – Lyra

She couldn’t stop shaking and it was embarrassing.

Selena had been so brave. Selena had talked back to him, kissed him hard, even tried to flip him over. Selena was the kind of woman who walked into a room and the whole room rearranged itself around her.

Lyra had spent weeks getting close to Eren by baking him extra bread every morning. She’d figured out which loaves he liked best, which crust thickness made him come back sooner, what time he usually walked past the bakery so she could “accidentally” be at the door.

She’d planned every single encounter and still couldn’t look him in the eyes for more than two seconds without her face catching fire.

And now she was naked and pressed against his bare chest and she could hear Selena’s satisfied breathing from across the bed and she was very aware that her body looked nothing like what Eren was used to. Emily was tall and athletic with a hunter’s build. Selena was slim and elegant with curves in exactly the right places.

Lyra was short and soft and her breasts were so big they’d been a source of embarrassment since she was old enough to notice that other elf women didn’t have them.

In the village nobody cared about nudity. Elves bathed in the open, changed clothes without closing doors, walked around in summer with barely anything on.

That part wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Lyra’s body drew stares even in a culture where staring at bodies wasn’t normal. She’d learned to wear loose baker clothes specifically to avoid the looks.

And now I’m completely naked in front of the man I’ve been obsessing over since his first week in the village. Great planning Lyra. Weeks of bread strategy and you forgot to prepare for the part where he actually sees you.

But his hand was in her hair and his thumb was making slow circles behind her ear and something about his evolved passive was sending warmth directly into her chest. She could feel things that weren’t hers. Patience. Tenderness. And underneath that a hunger so intense it made her legs weak.

He wants me. He actually wants me. Not just because Emily arranged it. He wants me.

“Hey.” His voice was low and warm and since whatever just happened with that skill thing it felt like his words were vibrating inside her ribs. “Look at me.”

She tilted her face up. His golden-brown eyes were looking straight at her and there was no impatience in them. No hunger. Just something soft that made her throat close up.

“You don’t have to be brave like Selena.” He said it so simply. “You just have to be here.”

She bit her lip and blinked fast. “I know. I’m being stupid. I planned this for weeks and now that it’s happening I can’t stop my stupid hands from-” She looked at her own trembling fingers and laughed at herself.

A short wet laugh later she said. “I walked into my own door frame when you came back more elf like… like now and.” She gestured at his whole body. “Did you know I did that?”

“I saw you bumped your head…” He smiled.

“You saw?” Her face went bright red. “And you still came back?”

He grinned and brushed his thumb across her cheek. “The bread was good.”

“The bread was a trap.” She admitted it before she could stop herself and then covered her mouth with her hand. “I mean- I didn’t- okay yes it was a trap. I made your favorites on purpose every time. I figured out you liked the thick crusts and I adjusted my whole morning schedule so I’d be at the front when you walked past.”

Eren’s eyebrows went up. “You changed your schedule for me?”

“I changed my entire recipe rotation for you.” She whispered it through her fingers still covering her mouth. “Since the first week you got here.”

And the shaking stopped.

..

She didn’t know exactly when the kissing started.

One moment she was confessing her bread conspiracy and the next his lips were on hers. Gentle. Not like the kiss she’d watched him give Selena which was aggressive and honestly a little terrifying. This was different. He kissed her like she was something he didn’t want to break.

His hand cupped her jaw and tilted her head and when his tongue touched her bottom lip she opened her mouth and her brain stopped working.

Oh. Oh this is so much better than I imagined.

She’d imagined kissing him a lot. Late nights alone in the bakery with flour on her face and her hands kneading dough, she’d pictured what his mouth would feel like against hers. But the real thing was nothing like the fantasy.

He tasted like the elf wine from the ceremony and salt and something warm that was just him. His stubble scraped her chin slightly and she liked it. His hand on her jaw was so big it covered half her face and she liked that too.

When he pulled back she chased his lips before she could stop herself.

He smiled. “There she is.”

Weeks of bread traps and all I had to do was kiss him back.

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POV – Eren

The evolved passive was feeding him everything Lyra felt and it was overwhelming.

Every touch sent a double signal through his nervous system. His own sensation plus hers layered on top.

When he kissed her neck and felt her pulse hammering against his lips, he also felt the echo of what his lips felt like FROM HER SIDE. Warm and slightly rough and impossibly gentle for someone his size.

I can literally feel what I feel like to her. This skill is broken. Absolutely broken.

He laid her down in the center of the bed. Emily had arranged the pillows perfectly because Emily planned everything. One thick pillow under Lyra’s head, one under her lower back to angle her hips slightly upward.

“Emily taught you how to set up pillows for this?” He asked his wife without looking away from Lyra.

Emily was sitting against the headboard with her legs crossed and her thin sleeping gown barely covering anything. She had Selena’s sleeping head in her lap and was stroking the older woman’s hair. She looked completely at peace with the situation. “I taught myself. You’re welcome mister.”

Lyra was lying in front of him now and the lamplight was doing insane things to her body. With her baker clothes on she looked like a shy teenager.

But naked she looked even younger somehow. Her face was round and soft and her skin was completely smooth and the way she was lying with her knees slightly bent made her look like she could be eighteen or forty and both ages would be believable at the same time.

But then there was her body and her body told a completely different story.

Her breasts were enormous. They spread slightly to the sides because of gravity but held their shape in a way that defied any logic Eren knew from Earth.

Full and round with soft pink nipples that were already hard. Each one was easily bigger than his hand and when Lyra breathed they rose and fell with their own momentum.

Below that her waist curved inward and then went wide into hips that were broader than her shoulders.

Her thighs were thick and pressed together nervously and her stomach had a soft roundness to it that was the opposite of Emily’s flat hunter abs. Everything about her was soft and full and warm.

Lyra you criminal. You’ve been walking around this village looking like a shy kid in your flour clothes while hiding this body the entire time. No wonder you wore baggy stuff every day.

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