Chapter 103: Rosa Joins!

“Okay,” Lyra said quietly. Then the white sheet covering her dropped to the wet stone floor.

Eren turned back. She was standing under the pouring water with her eyes closed and her arms strictly at her sides. The water ran over her compact, curvy body, pasting her blonde hair flat and making her heavy breasts glisten in the dim light.

“Can you wash my back?” she asked without opening her eyes. “I know that’s what you two just did.”

“Among other things,” Eren grinned.

“I… I know.” Her face went completely red under the water. “I just want the back part for now. Please.”

He stepped under the water and washed her back. His hands moved across her shoulders, down her spine, and over the soft curve of her lower waist. She was incredibly soft everywhere. She didn’t have the toned muscle definition of Emily; it was just warm, smooth skin over gentle curves.

When his hands reached her lower back, she leaned back into his touch and her breathing hitched. “Lower.”

He went lower, cupping her round ass. She pressed back against him and made a small, desperate sound.

“Lower isn’t your back, Lyra.”

“I don’t care.” She turned around and kissed him. It was wet, sloppy, eager, and completely different from the shy baker who had hidden under a sheet two minutes ago. She grabbed his hard length with both hands, guided it between her soft thighs, and looked up at him with those big green eyes.

“Please.” That was her magic word. Always please. Never a demand, just a pure request.

He lifted her up against the wet stone wall. She was lighter than expected, mostly because of his fifty-four Strength stat, and though her short legs barely reached around his waist, she held on tight. The warm water poured over them as he pushed inside her tight heat. Lyra pressed her face into his neck, making those quiet, breathy whimpers he was quickly learning to love.

She climaxed twice. The second one hit her so hard her whole body went limp, forcing Eren to hold her up entirely with his system-enhanced arms. Her head dropped back, the water running over her flushed face, and she actually laughed.

Eren hadn’t expected that. Seeing Lyra laughing with her face tilted back in the water, looking like she didn’t have a single care in the world, did something to his chest.

“I didn’t know my body could do that,” she panted when he finally put her down. She wobbled on her bare feet and quickly grabbed his arm for balance. “Twice… I didn’t even know once was possible two days ago.”

Emily appeared at the bathroom door. She was wearing her thin sleeping gown, leaning against the wooden frame with her arms crossed.

“My turn.” She walked right in, ignoring the splashing water, pulled Eren down by the back of his neck, and kissed him hard. It was fiercely possessive and territorial, the exact kind of kiss that clearly said mine, even if she was physically sharing him with two other women.

She didn’t have sex with him since the pregnancy rules forbade it, but she pressed her warm body against his under the water and let him hold her. Then she bit his wet shoulder exactly the way she always did, biting hard enough to leave a red mark that his half-elf skin would heal in seconds.

“I missed that,” she murmured against his wet chest. “I can’t do what they did, but I can still bite you.”

“You can bite me anytime.”

“Oh, I will.” She looked up at him with dark, fierce eyes that also carried a hidden exhaustion she’d never show anyone else. “Now dry off and come back to bed. Everyone needs to sleep a few more hours before the village wakes up and starts asking questions.”

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Eren woke up for the final time because someone’s hair was literally in his mouth.

He opened one eye. Long and golden meant Selena. She was pressed heavily against his left side with her face buried in his armpit and one thick leg thrown across his thigh. Her hair had migrated across his entire chest, and a good portion of it was stuck between his teeth.

On his right side, Lyra was curled into a tight ball with her face against his ribs and her hand resting comfortably on his stomach. She was making tiny, content sounds in her sleep.

Emily was already up. He could hear water running in the kitchen and the faint sound of her humming.

I have two naked elf women sleeping on me and my pregnant wife is humming in the kitchen like this is a normal Tuesday.

He tried to move, but both women grabbed him tighter without even waking up. Selena’s arm locked around his chest like a vice, and Lyra’s hand curled into a firm fist against his abs.

Okay. I’m trapped. I’m going to suffocate under two sleeping concubines and that’s exactly how my Evon adventure ends.

Emily appeared in the bedroom doorway wearing a fresh dress. She looked at the three of them tangled in the sheets and her mouth twitched with amusement. “You look comfortable, silly.”

Eren spat out Selena’s golden hair. “Help.”

Emily walked over and casually flicked Selena’s pointed ear. The restaurant owner flinched awake with a very ungraceful snort. Her green eyes were puffy, her hair was a golden disaster, and she had a deep red crease mark across her cheek from sleeping so hard against Eren’s arm.

She blinked three times, looked at Eren, looked at her own naked body tangled with his, and then looked at Lyra still peacefully sleeping on his other side.

“What time is it?” Selena asked, her voice rough and scratchy.

Emily tossed a clean towel directly at her face. “Past noon. Bathroom’s free. Clean up and go to the kitchen. Nobody in this house can cook properly except you.”

Selena caught the towel and rubbed her tired eyes. She tried to stand up from the bed, but her knees immediately buckled and she sat right back down.

“My legs are done,” she said flatly, staring at her own thighs. “Completely done.”

She managed to stand on her second attempt and shuffled toward the door with the towel wrapped securely around her wide waist. She walked like a newborn deer that had never used its legs before.

Lyra woke up when Eren gently shook her shoulder. She opened one eye, saw Eren’s bare chest, saw Emily standing by the bed, and her face instantly turned bright red from her forehead all the way down to her collarbones.

She immediately pulled the white bedsheet over her head.

“Last night didn’t happen,” Lyra’s muffled voice came from under the sheet. “I’m dreaming. I’m at home baking bread and everything is normal.”

Emily sat on the edge of the mattress and patted the trembling lump of blankets. “It happened, and you were lovely. Now get up, because the boss lady is making food.”

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Selena took over the kitchen with the exact same bossy authority she used at her restaurant.

She found ingredients Eren didn’t even know they had. Emily had apparently stocked the house specifically for this morning. There were fresh herbs, eggs from the Magic Hen Birds, Lyra’s leftover bread from yesterday, and a jar of preserved sweet fruit from Selena’s own secret recipe.

“You planned the breakfast ingredients too?” Eren sat at the wooden kitchen table, still shirtless because his clothes were lost somewhere under the bed.

Emily sat across from him, sipping herbal tea with a small, highly satisfied smile. “I planned everything, mister. The bed, the pillows, the breakfast.” She took a delicate sip. “I even had Fury and Rury guard the front door all morning so nobody would dare to knock.”

My wife is a terrifying mastermind.

Selena was cracking eggs into a pan with the terrifying efficiency of someone who had done it ten thousand times. Her golden hair was still damp, and she had borrowed one of Emily’s loose shirts that hung comfortably off her curvy frame. She hummed while she cooked, throwing open, incredibly warm glances over her shoulder at Eren every few seconds.

“How do you like your eggs?” she asked without turning around.

Eren leaned back in his chair. “However you make them.”

She turned slightly and pointed her wooden spatula at him. “That is the correct answer, human.”

Lyra finally appeared from the bedroom wearing one of Eren’s oversized gray shirts. It went all the way down to her soft knees, and the long sleeves completely covered her hands. She sat down at the table next to Emily very carefully, wincing slightly as her bottom hit the wooden chair.

Emily glanced at her sideways. “Sore?”

Lyra’s pointed ears turned bright pink. “A little.”

“That goes away,” Emily said casually, taking another sip of her tea.

Selena set four plates on the table. Steaming eggs, sliced bread, green herbal spread, and sweet fruit. She served Eren first, letting her fingers intentionally trail across his bare shoulder as she put his plate down.

The four of them started eating together, and it was easily the strangest domestic scene Eren had experienced in either universe. His pregnant half-elf wife, the shy baker next to her who still couldn’t look him in the eye without blushing, and the village’s wealthiest woman serving them food in a borrowed shirt.

If someone told me two months ago that this would be my daily life, I would have personally called an ambulance for them.

Then, about fifteen minutes into breakfast, Rosa appeared at the open front door.

She had spent the night at Mel and Nimbo’s house, and she looked like she had barely slept a wink. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and she was still wearing the same Earth jacket from yesterday.

She stopped dead in the doorway. Her eyes scanned the kitchen table. Four people eating breakfast. Three elf women and Eren. Selena wearing Emily’s shirt. Lyra wearing Eren’s shirt. Emily drinking tea like this was a perfectly normal family gathering.

Rosa stood there in absolute silence for about three seconds. Her jaw tightened once, and her gaze slowly moved from Selena’s borrowed clothes to Lyra’s borrowed clothes, and finally to the open bedroom door where the massive, completely destroyed bed was clearly visible.

“Is there food for me too?” Rosa’s voice was dangerously steady.

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