Chapter 171: Hot Cold Hot**

"Blacked out already? Rose wonders if hubby has a thing for weaklings. Is that why he isn’t paying any attention to me?"

Fredrinn blinked speechlessly at her words, staring at her for a moment in pure dumbfounded silence.

The mocking lilt in her voice, the way she lounged completely naked on her side, one leg slightly bent, pink eyes half-lidded with challenge—all of it hit him at once.

But her pose and the way she spoke were so arousing that simply looking at her only turned him on further.

Truthfully, there was almost no way anything in this room could fail to turn him on anymore.

He was inside a hotel room with three women. All three of them liked him. All three of them were currently naked. Simultaneously without too much trouble.

If this wasn’t enough to turn him on, then he should get checked for impotency or erectile dysfunction.

Such a sight was enough to move even the holiest of the sages.

Andrea’s slightly chubby, busty, and adorable body still rested nearby, soft and spent.

Jenny’s thoroughly used, well-built frame lay limp beside her, slender and marked.

And then there was Rose—like a perfect, devil-crafted merge of both their physiques.

Rose possessed Andrea’s generous curves and assets, enough that she could proudly call herself busty and no one would dare disagree. At the same time she carried a sharp, athletic, carefully maintained figure.

One might even say she had the ideal hourglass shape—full breasts, narrow waist, and hips that flared just enough to make a man’s hands itch.

With a situation like this, what normal, young, hot-blooded man could possibly go limp?

He swiftly put a smile back on his face.

"What??? How can you say that, sweetheart?"

He clicked his tongue in exaggerated displeasure.

"I was just saving you for the last, you know?"

While speaking he continued moving toward her across the bed, leaving Jenny to rest peacefully beside Andrea. Rose scoffed lightly at his words, but she did not pull away.

She accepted his approach, watching him with open curiosity and a hint of amused superiority.

"Rose thinks that hubby isn’t good at lying. He shouldn’t try to do it." She giggled softly, her teasing and playful voice losing it’s slight edge that it had earlier.

He chuckled under his breath and leaned down toward her. Without further preamble he firmly sealed their lips together. The kiss was slower than the ones he had given Jenny—more deliberate, more familiar.

After a short, heated exchange they separated just long enough to breathe. Fredrinn immediately dipped his head lower, trailing his mouth along the elegant line of her neck and peppering soft, open-mouthed kisses across the sensitive skin.

"Mhmm~"

Rose hummed cutely and arched her head backwards, willingly giving him greater access to her throat. The sound was soft and pleased.

"What did I lie about?"

He continued between kisses.

"I did save you for the last. Haven’t you heard the saying, ’Best bite for the last’?"

He whispered the final part directly into her ear while gently nibbling on the earlobe. At the same time both of his hands began to wander freely over her gorgeous body—tracing the curve of her waist, the soft weight of her hips, the smooth skin of her inner thighs.

"Hehe, at least hubby knows how to sweet talk."

Rose giggled softly at the flattery.

She knew perfectly well he was saying it mostly to please her, and that he would never dare voice the same ranking if either of the other two girls were still awake.

But the end of the matter was simple: he had said it, and Rose liked hearing it.

As a wise man once said, flattery can get you anywhere... You just need to know how to do it right.

(I was the wise man, I think)

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back into another kiss. This time she allowed his hands complete freedom to run amok over her figure.

One hand slid between her thighs without hesitation, fingers finding and claiming her already delicate, sensitive pussy. The other rose to fondle her twin peaks, cupping and squeezing the full, soft flesh.

"Aah~"

Rose moaned quietly when he slipped a single finger inside her. She was already wet—whether from watching the earlier scenes or from simple anticipation, he could not tell.

And nor did he care.

The heat of her walls closed around his finger immediately.

Even during the kiss she did not close her eyes. She stared straight into his, her glamorous pink, heart-shaped irises shimmering softly in the low light.

Then she bit down lightly on his lower lip, holding it between her teeth for a second before releasing it.

"Hubby~ Don’t think that I’m going to be done with just a round~"

She challenged him directly. There was a clear hint of pride in her voice, the confidence of someone who fully expected to emerge victorious.

But her pride was not unfounded. As a succubus she possessed stamina-draining powers that could wear down ordinary partners with frightening speed.

But Fredrinn also carried the greater incubus body. It would not completely stop her from siphoning his energy, yet the skill still granted him a full two hundred percent extra stamina during sex.

The playing field was more even than she might know.

"Heh, we will see about that~"

Fredrinn grinned slightly and stared right back into her eyes, matching her challenge without flinching.

His finger curled inside her once, slow and deliberate, just to watch the way her lashes fluttered for the briefest moment before she forced her expression back under control.

Soft moans slipped out of her lips, completely involuntary.

Unlike Andera and Jenny, her body was slightly colder to touch, giving him a great contrast...

So much so that he was beginning to wonder how it would feel to rail all three of them together.

The contrast would be insane...

Imagine him going into a rhythm of Andrea then Rose then Jenny...

Hot cold hot.