Chapter 177: Come Closer, Andy~

Rose had already noticed that Andrea had woken up, thanks to her natural sensitivity to human emotions.

The subtle shift in the air, the change in breathing, the faint spike of jealousy and frustration—none of it escaped her.

But she had no intention of telling Fredrinn.

Instead she leaned down deliberately, nibbled on the shell of his ear, and cupped both hands over the sides of his head so that her palms fully covered his ears.

At the same time she rode him harder, rolling her hips in deeper, more insistent circles.

With her face so close and her hands blocking his hearing, Fredrinn could no longer see the place where their bodies joined.

All he registered were her low, slutty moans and the tight heat of her cunt sliding up and down his cock.

The restricted senses only turned him on further. He squeezed her plump ass cheeks hard and thrust up from below with greater force, driving himself deeper on every stroke.

He still had no idea that Andrea was awake, or that Rose was intentionally covering his ears and blocking his vision so the other girl could not easily interrupt them.

"Fucking bitch..."

Andrea muttered the words under her breath the moment she noticed Rose’s strange movements.

She connected the dots almost instantly. The way the succubus had leaned in, the deliberate covering of his ears, the sudden increase in pace—it felt humiliating.

It felt like Rose was shutting her out completely, wordlessly telling her that she did not matter and should simply stay in her corner without disturbing them.

Unfortunately for Rose, she still was not well versed in human psychology.

It was human nature that the more someone was told not to do a thing, the more they wanted to do it.

The taboo, the forbidden, had always tasted the sweetest. If Rose had simply invited Andrea openly or offered her a place in a threesome, Andrea would almost certainly have taken a few embarrassed steps back and declined. She was not that open yet.

But now?

Andrea slowly pushed herself up from the mattress. The movement sent a visible tremor through the soft cotton sheets and immediately pulled Fredrinn’s attention.

His lips were still pressed against Rose’s; the succubus continued riding him without obvious care, though her rhythm slowed the instant she also felt the shift on the bed.

Her first instinct was to glance at Fredrinn. He was already turning his head to the side, trying to see who had moved.

In his mind the possibilities were equal: Andrea had rested longer, while Jenny was an awakener and therefore recovered faster physically.

Either of them could have woken.

Unfortunately for him, Rose was still restricting his vision far too thoroughly. Even after sensing the movement she refused to lift her head or shift her hair.

The long crimson strands cascaded down like a thick waterfall, forming an opaque wall that completely blocked his line of sight.

Fredrinn was not having it.

He squeezed one of her ass cheeks roughly, without the slightest regret, and pressed the tip of his middle finger firmly against her tight little asshole.

The sudden contact made Rose spring upward off his chest like a startled kitten. Her whole body shivered; a sharp, pleasure-laced tingle raced dangerously down her spine.

He smirked at her reaction and finally looked past her toward the other side of the bed. His eyes met Andrea’s.

She did not look amused. Her gaze was flat, her lips set in a clear pout.

"Having fun?"

She asked the question in a cold, even tone.

"Yes."

Fredrinn answered with an open smile. The single word made Andrea’s expression turn colder still; a small frown tugged at her brow.

He was not finished. He extended one hand toward her, a flirty grin spreading across his face, and spoke in a lower, warmer voice.

"Though there was something missing, and you’re that missing part~"

The words softened the frown on Andrea’s lips almost at once. A flicker of reluctant satisfaction crossed her features. Rose, however, did not appreciate the comment in the slightest.

"What do you mean, hubby? While you were doing it with Rose, you felt something was missing? What was it, hmm?"

She folded her arms across her chest, no longer looking like a startled cat now that his finger had left her rear.

Her pink eyes narrowed slightly. The earlier haze of pleasure had not disappeared, but pride and a spark of irritation had joined it.

’Hot cold hot...’

The phrase echoed uselessly inside Fredrinn’s head. There was no safe way to say any of that to Rose’s face.

He kept his hand extended toward Andrea and his other hand resting lightly on Rose’s hip, caught for a moment between the two very different reactions.

Andrea hesitated only a second longer. Then she shifted closer across the mattress, the sheet slipping down to her waist. The marks he had left on her neck earlier were still visible.

Her expression remained cautious, but the coldness had thawed enough that she no longer looked ready to turn away.

Rose watched the small movement with narrowed eyes. She was still seated on Fredrinn’s cock, walls fluttering around him from the interrupted rhythm.

She made no move to climb off, yet she also made no move to resume riding him. The silent competition in the air thickened.

Fredrinn glanced between them—Andrea’s lingering pout softening into reluctant interest, Rose’s folded arms and faintly glowing pink eyes—and felt the night shift into a new, more complicated shape.

The earlier private battle with the succubus was no longer private. Andrea was awake, jealous, and now invited. Jenny still slept through it all only a short distance away.

He kept his hand held out toward Andrea and gave Rose’s hip a slow, calming stroke with the other.

"Come closer, Andy~" Fredrinn smiled playfully, "There’s something on your neck~"

Andrea pouted adorably but didn’t openly decline... Instead, she moved closer.

The mattress dipped again as Andrea moved.