Chapter 178: My What?**

Mattress dipped with Andrea’s weight as she moved over Jenny and towards Fredrinn, letting the blonde beauty rest peacefully.

Rose didn’t seem particularly pleased about the interruption, but she only watched while continuing to ride him slowly.

Her hips swayed against his cock in a steady, rhythmic motion, walls still fluttering around him from the earlier intensity.

She made no move to climb off or stop. If anything, the presence of the other girl seemed to sharpen the deliberate roll of her body, igniting her competitiveness and the urge to show off her superior assets in all their glory.

Andrea felt heat rush straight to her face when she noticed how shamelessly the two of them kept going even while she sat so close.

The wet sounds, the soft creak of the mattress, the sight of Rose’s full breasts bouncing lightly with every movement—none of it was hidden.

She could see everything like she was in a live porn shoot that was going to turn into a threesome anytime soon.

"Ahh~ hubby~ Harder~"

Suddenly Rose bounced harder in his lap. She curled both arms around his shoulders and neck, clinging to him.

Her lips stayed parted, pink eyes shimmering brightly, and a slutty, wicked little grin spread across her face as she took him deeper on every downward slide.

Andrea felt shocked and ashamed at the same time—shocked by the open expression on Rose’s face, ashamed by the raw words that had just left the succubus’s mouth.

’I-Is that how I looked when he was inside me...?’

The thought made her gulp. Her throat felt dry. Her heartbeat raced even faster.

Yet beneath the embarrassment a small, unwanted tingle spread between her legs.

It flared for only a few moments, but the meaning was clear. She was getting aroused while watching him with another woman.

If she had been less self-aware or less confident in her own feelings, Andrea might have decided something was terribly wrong with her—that she belonged to the so-called "cuck" crowd. But she knew better.

She was not turned on by the simple sight of them fucking. What heated her blood was the memory of her own time with him: the way those same slutty sounds had once spilled from her own lips, the stretch, the marks on her neck, the overwhelming orgasm that had left her unconscious.

That memory was the real source of the tingle.

Watching the ash-skinned demon bounce on her lover’s cock only produced irritation and a sharp urge to shove Rose aside and take her place.

Luckily for her, Fredrinn was not a dense fool.

He could read the emotions written plainly across her face. Without stopping the slow, deep thrusts into Rose, he slid one hand toward Andrea.

His palm glided up the bare, smooth skin of her thigh. The sudden touch sent a clear shiver racing down her leg. Her thighs clenched together for a second on pure reflex, then loosened again.

He did not stop. His hand passed her knee and continued inward, strong fingers curling around the soft muscle of her inner thigh.

Her breath hitched at the motion and a moan threatened to slip out of her lips.

Andrea bit her own hand as if she was going to transform into a titan, though she was simply muffling her moans, struggling to cope with the sensation.

She felt certain she might slide right off the edge of the bed from the stimulation alone, so she kept her other hand planted firmly on the mattress, using it as an anchor to stay upright.

Her eyes grew glassy; a faint sheen of tears gathered at the corners when his middle finger finally made contact with her still-sensitive pussy.

He rubbed her gently at first, just tracing the outer folds.

Andrea drew in a deep, shaky breath and, without conscious decision, widened her thighs just enough to give him better access. The small, instinctive surrender did not escape him.

While he fingered her with careful attention, Fredrinn continued thrusting up into Rose’s cunt.

The succubus kept bouncing on his cock, apparently content to ignore the other girl as long as she herself was not forgotten or pushed aside.

As long as he remembered her and cared about her, she wouldn’t mind agreeing to any of his demands.

"F-Fredrinn~"

Andrea moaned the name softly. Both of her hands clutched his forearm so hard that her knuckles turned white, yet he felt almost no real strength in the grip.

It was like being held by a determined toddler; even if she put her entire body into it, she could not move him unless he chose to let her.

"Yes, dear Andy?"

Fredrinn teased, clearly pleased with the new nickname he had given her.

At the same time he slid his middle and ring fingers deeper, rubbing slowly along her inner walls and searching for the places that made her breath catch.

After all, it was his duty as the partner to memorize every sensitive spot within her cunt and then take advantage of her using those.

He might’ve given her the bully system (Which she still didn’t check and thinks that it was just an illusion) but he was going to be the bully.

"I hnngh~ Yess~ There~ I~ ahh~ want your~ that~"

Andrea spoke between broken moans, face flushed a deep beet red.

Her eyes kept darting shy, heated glances toward the place where Rose’s pussy stretched around Fredrinn’s cock—more precisely, toward the thick length buried inside the other woman.

"My what?"

Fredrinn feigned complete ignorance. A cocky, teasing smirk curled his lips.

He knew exactly what she wanted, but he wanted to hear the words leave her own sweet mouth.

Andrea blushed harder once she realized the game.

But she was not as easily bullied as Jenny.

Instead of folding completely, she pressed her soft breasts against his forearm and bicep, then fluttered her eyelashes at him with an expression that mixed innocence and deliberate seduction.

"Hubby~ I need your cock, please~?"