Chapter 299: *Karma (XVII) [In A Booth With The Queen]*

“Haah…”

“Fuuu…”

The air inside the booth was stifling, a haze of perfume, fabric, and Isabella’s lust heavy enough to choke on.

I had her pinned, her body squirming against mine, her breathless moans trembling out of her throat in stuttered bursts.

“Shhh…” I hushed softly, my lips brushing her ear as I ground her higher against the wall.

“You’ll let her hear you…”

But of course, telling Isabella to behave was like asking fire not to burn.

Her nails dug lightly into my shoulders, her face flushed and delirious with mischief.

“M-Mnhhh~♡… maybe… maybe I want her to hear… want everyone to know… hhnnnn~ Aestrea’s mine… only mine~♡…”

Fuck… why do all of my girls say things like that?

I thought that this was a world where harems were something normal… or maybe I’m just that irresistible…

Well, no use thinking about it right now.

Rustle~

Pressing her ass harder into my palms, I lifted her fully, her soft thighs hugging my waist tight.

Then, I pulled my cock out with a single hand while holding her with another before sliding it against the slick heat between her folds.

Schhlpp…

A wet, obscene sound filled the cramped booth as my length dragged against her drenched little cave.

Not inside… not yet… but just enough to make her whole body jolt and tremble.

“Ahhhhnnn~♡!! Haaaahh~! Y-You’re… rubbing… nghhhhnnn~♡!!” Isabella’s head thrashed back, her voice hushed but still dripping with shameless desire.

I groaned against her neck, biting down gently before teasing her slighly.

“Soaked already…? From nothing but teasing?”

Shlick… schhhhp…

My cock kept grinding, sliding slickly through her folds, the heat of her entrance kissing the tip every time I shifted my hips.

Slowly, my cock grew wetter with every rub, marking how far gone she was.

Her breath hitched violently, her eyes glassy as she looked at me, completely undone by just the friction.

“S-Stop teasinggg~! Nghhhhnnn~♡!! Aestrea… Aestrea, put it in—hhnnnnn~ I can’t—!”

I smirked, tightening my grip on her thighs.

“Not until you beg properly.”

Her pout was instant, trembling lips and tear-bright eyes giving her that spoiled, irresistible look. But then… the spoiled queen snapped.

“Mnhhhhhh—!” With a desperate cry, Isabella twisted her hips, grinding so hard that my shaft slipped even deeper along her folds.

Then, suddenly, before I could react, she dropped herself down and slid her panties to the side, leaving her entrance open to me.

Schhhhlk-POP!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHN~♡♡♡!!”

Her entrance stretched open in an instant, swallowing me whole as she impaled herself with reckless abandon.

Her body jerked from the shock, and then she collapsed forward against my chest, clinging as if she’d fall apart without me holding her.

“Hagh…”

The heat of her walls gripped me like molten velvet, squeezing and quivering wildly around my cock.

“You littl—”

I cursed under my breath, but my words were cut off by her whimpering cries.

“Y-Yesss~♡! Yesssss, ahhhhnnnn~!! Hnnnnnnn—haaahhh~♡♡!!” Her legs locked tighter around my lower back, her hips rocking in frantic little circles, desperate to milk me deeper.

Her face buried in my neck, hot tears mixing with the sweat on my skin.

“Couldn’t… nghhhhnnn… couldn’t wait… wanted you inside—Aestrea, I c-couldn’t…♡”

I tightened my arms around her trembling body, slamming her against the wall again as I thrust upward, meeting her need.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SCHHLPP!

Our thighs collided, the cramped booth amplifying every wet, obscene noise as we moved together.

Each thrust made the thin wall rattle, dangerously loud against the quiet murmur of the shop outside.

And still… still she moaned.

Her lips quivered, her voice a broken stream of shameless cries.

“Ahhh~! Nghhhhnnnn~! Y-Yes… haaahhh~♡!! F-Fill me up… make me… nghhhhnnnn… make me yoursss right hereee~♡!!”

Zeva’s faint humming still carried through from the next booth, completely unaware that I was fuckign Isabella next to her.

And knowing that, Isabella only grew bolder, grinding and bouncing harder in my arms, deliberately tempting the risk of being caught.

Her hair stuck to her cheeks, her spoiled grin breaking between the tears. She looked up at me with pure madness in her eyes, hungry and needy.

And then, her nails scraped down my back, her voice breaking into a scream she fought to muffle against my chest.

“A-Annnhhhhhh~♡♡!! Haaaaaahhhhhnnnn—!!”

Her walls clenched like a vice, milking me with shameless greed as her whole body convulsed in climax, clinging to me like I was the only thing tethering her to reality.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My hips slammed forward, hilting deep inside her soaked little cave.

SPPPLRTTTT—!

SPLLLSHHHHHH!

I spilled into her, a rush of molten heat that made her gasp and twitch violently against me.

“Chuu!”

Isabella’s lips found mine, swallowing my groan with a messy, desperate kiss.

Her tongue tangled with mine, her tears wetting my cheek as she moaned brokenly into me.

The booth creaked.

The air stank of sweat, perfume, and lust.

And Isabella, my spoiled, insatiable queen, collapsed limp in my arms, still clenching, still trembling, still whispering breathlessly against my lips.

“Mnhhhhhh…♡ Haaahhh… more… give me… more, Aestrea~♡…”

“Haah…”

I let out a long sigh, watching Isabella’s flushed, glassy-eyed face as she panted in my arms.

She looked utterly ruined, trembling from the inside out, but still grinning like a spoiled cat that had stolen the cream.

“…Honestly,” I muttered, raising a finger.

A faint spark of mana pulsed from my fingertip and tapped gently against her forehead.

Pchk!

“H-huh…?” Isabella blinked rapidly, her expression hazy, then suddenly… blank.

The fire in her eyes dimmed, her body slackening against me.

In the next instant, it was as though the heat, the madness, all of it had never happened.

Her body returned to calm, her aura smoothed out, and not a trace of that suffocating lust remained.

“…Eh?” Her lips parted in surprise.

Before she could question it further, I flicked her forehead hard-

“Ahh—owww~!” Isabella whined, clutching her head as she glared up at me.

“Let’s buy the stuff and get out of here,” I said flatly, motioning toward the curtain.

“Bleeh~,” she puffed her cheeks, sticking her tongue out with a mischievous look before spinning on her feet.

The lingerie swayed around her hips as she me out of the booth, and once I left it, I froze directly…

Standing there, right in front of me, was Zeva.

She had left her boot

“Shit…” I muttered under my breath.

“I completely forgot about her!”

“Aestrea!”

Her voice cracked with relief, and before I could so much as breathe, she had launched herself forward, crashing into my chest and wrapping her arms tight around me.

The force nearly shoved me back into the booth.

“Zeva…” I lowered my hand to stroke her back gently, her body trembling faintly against mine.

“My love. What are you doing here?”

“Hehe~” She giggled softly, a sound almost girlish, so unlike the crazy bitch she was when I first met her.

Since joining my harem officially, Zeva had changed.

The craziness and cruelty were still there, hidden under her skin, but on the surface, she was softer, sweeter, almost dangerously feminine.

During sex, of course, the mask shattered and the beast returned, but here, now, she pressed against me like a shy girl meeting her lover.

“I came to buy some lingerie for ya~,” she whispered coyly, leaning up to kiss my cheek.

But suddenly, her eyes narrowed.

“…But why are you here?” She tilted her head, gaze drilling into me as though peeling back layers of lies.

I smiled faintly at her words.

“Well… I’m here with Isabella,” I said truthfully.

“Since I’m practically the man who is the closest to her, she wanted my help to choose actual casual clothes, and not royal ones.”

“I see… no wonder you had a faint scent of the Golden Leaf Perfume on you,” Zeva nodded thoughtfully.

Ah…

She even knows what perfume… gosh, I should stop considering her a battle-hungry maniac.

“Oh, right!” Zeva suddenly lit up, grabbing my hand, a faint smile curling her lips.

Does she want me to pay for the clothes?

That shouldn’t be a problem.

“When are we fighting again?!”

Her green eyes blazed like wildfire, burning with anticipation.

I stared at her flatly.

…Nope. I take it back.

Still the same crazy bitch.

“Not today,” I said simply, brushing her hand off mine.

“You’ll get your fight, but another day.”

Her lips curled down into a sulky pout, though the madness in her eyes didn’t dim in the slightest.

“Tch… fine. But don’t you dare think you’re getting away from me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I answered dryly.

The curtain rustled behind me.

Isabella stepped out with a small bundle of clothes in her arms.

Her expression was calm, composed, so perfectly normal that you’d never guess what we had been doing in that booth less than a minute ago.

“Oh, Zeva,” Isabella greeted smoothly, giving her a faint smile.

“Out shopping as well?”

Zeva’s eyes narrowed slightly, but her tone stayed light.

“Something like that.”

Isabella turned to me, tilting her head.

“Aestrea, wait for me a moment, will you? I’ll go pay for these.”

She gave me a little smile as she shifted the pile of clothes in her arms.

I noticed, faintly tucked beneath her own selections, the shirts and trousers she’d forced me to try on earlier, hidden neatly as if she’d planned it all along.

Of course, she had.

“Sure,” I replied, leaning against the wall, pretending not to notice her little trick.

“Mhm~, I’d love to stay with you, but I still need to try on a few clothes for tonight!~” Zeva smiled seductively, kissing my lips lightly before entering the booth.

“It will be a surprise, so don’t peek~”

She laughed a little.

I shook my head at her actions.

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