Chapter 163: Why Not Foursome Tonight?

"Well... what now?" Fredrinn leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a playful, velvety rumble as his gaze locked onto her parted lips. "Are you still refusing to taste the coffee?"

Jenny coughed softly, a nervous flutter in her chest as she averted her eyes once more.

This time, Fredrinn graciously allowed it, not forcing her chin up or compelling her to hold his gaze.

It was completely obvious that she was swimming in embarrassment, her cheeks glowing with heat after having her deepest insecurities so casually unpacked and laid bare.

"But Rose already waited so long," Rose pouted from the side, clicking her tongue with theatrical impatience.

A wicked, playful smirk touched the demon girl’s lips as her slender hand reached over her shoulder, finding the metal slider resting at the nape of her neck.

Then, deliberately and slowly, she drew her hand downward.

Zzzzzttt.

The sharp, metallic zip tore through the silent hotel suite with startling clarity. Every tooth of the brass zipper uncoupling sounded like a drumbeat in the quiet room.

Fredrinn’s throat went dry. He couldn’t resist sneaking a glance over toward the bed, his pulse hammering as he saw the crimson fabric slipping loose around Rose’s frame.

She wasn’t rushing; she dragged the slider downward inch by agonizing inch, letting the unfastened fabric part across her shoulder blades.

By the time the zipper reached the small of her back, the dress had already tumbled off her delicate shoulders.

It hung precariously low, putting her slender, flawless, ash-tinted skin on full display, from the elegant curve of her collarbones down to the soft dip of her spine.

Her perky curves strained against the sagging fabric, looking ready to spill free at the slightest breath.

A sudden, fierce surge of possessiveness flared deep inside Jenny’s chest as she tracked Fredrinn’s wandering gaze and the hungry dilation of his pupils.

He had just offered her an intimate kiss—a mouth-to-mouth taste of that bitter brew—and there was not a chance in hell she was going to let the demon girl steal the moment right out from under her nose. Not today.

Jenny hardened her resolve, mentally knocking back an imaginary shot of whatever high-proof vodka that eccentric woman on the seventh floor had been hoarding.

Clearly, it was some good stuff.

With a silent, slightly hesitant step, Jenny stepped forward, eliminating the remaining barrier between them until the smooth fabric of her pants brushed against his raging, rock-hard erection.

A fresh wave of pink flushed across her cheekbones. Swallowing her lingering pride, she reached down with trembling fingers and gently curled her palm around his thick shaft.

"W-Whoa... It... it really got that much bigger..." Jenny gasped under her breath.

Her mind instinctively flashed back to the backseat of the silver Camry, where she had enthusiastically taken him into her mouth while Aadav, Vivienne, and Rose had stepped away to inspect the bus wreckage.

That had been overwhelming enough, but this new dimension was absurd.

"Haah..." Fredrinn let out a low, ragged exhale, caught completely off guard by her sudden boldness.

His hips twitched faintly into her palm, the sheer warmth of her grip sending electric sparks racing straight up his spine.

Jenny, momentarily captivated, stroked her fingers along the throbbing length, her thumb grazing the prominent, mana-lit veins that webbed across the surface. She studied the changes with a mix of awe and curiosity, like a child inspecting an upgraded toy.

Yet, that visual inspection quickly sparked a wave of genuine dread. Her eyes flicked toward the disheveled bed, where Andrea was still sprawled out fast asleep, her limbs limply scattered over the sheets.

How on earth was something that massive supposed to fit inside anyone without causing bodily harm? And more importantly, how had Andrea—who was visibly shorter than her and unawakened—managed to endure it and walk away in one piece?

"Jenny?" Fredrinn’s deep whisper tickled the shell of her ear, snapping her out of her stunned reverie.

"Oh!" Jenny yelped softly, flinching as she realized she had been daydreaming while holding his naked member.

She cleared her throat furiously, stepping back half an inch while trying to act as though she had total control over the situation. "About the coffee... yes, I want it."

"Just coffee?" Fredrinn hummed playfully, his lips brushing the curve of her earlobe as he gave it a soft, teasing nip.

Jenny was on the verge of nodding and taking the easy way out, but her instincts slammed the brakes.

She knew the reality of her situation now. She was effectively part of an apocalyptic harem, sharing this absurd, lustful and pervy man with others.

Looking over at the shameless demon girl who was casually peeling the crimson one-piece lower down her hips, constantly commanding Fredrinn’s wandering attention, Jenny realized that being the timid, reserved girl who stayed on the back foot was a losing game.

If she wanted to establish her standing, she had to take the offensive.

So, as Fredrinn’s eyes began to drift sideways toward Rose once again, Jenny stepped flush into his personal space.

She pressed the softness of her chest firmly against the hard planes of his bare pectorals, winding her arms around his neck while tracing delicate, teasing circles against his skin with her fingertips.

"W-What else is on the menu, then?" she challenged softly, answering his earlier tease with a coquettish flutter of her lashes.

Fredrinn blinked, his breath hitching as his blood pressure spiked to dangerous levels.

He was caught in an absolute crossfire of pure temptation: on one side was Rose, putting on an unapologetic, exotic striptease with demonic elegance, and right in his arms was Jenny, radiating that shy, flustered, yet fiercely determined allure that could drive any man completely out of his mind.

A smirk touched his lips, suggesting the sexual, seductive ideas that felt too tempting to resist for him.

And the main one was...

’Well... Lust’s promised threesome is still technically left...’ He grinned, ’Why not try to make it a foursome tonight?’