Chapter 179: ...She May Die**

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

Andrea’s voice was laced with thick seduction as she fluttered her eyelashes at Fredrinn. She clung tightly to his arm, soft breasts pressed firmly against his bicep, the picture of deliberate sweetness mixed with quiet challenge.

She was openly taunting Rose by using the succubus’s private nickname for him. Somehow the innocent expression on her face and the adorable way she hugged his arm only made the provocation more effective. The combination turned him on more than he expected.

Rose gasped softly when she suddenly felt his cock twitch hard inside her pussy. It pulsed against her inner walls and grew just a fraction thicker, the veins standing out a little more clearly. The change was minute—something most people would never notice—but Rose was far too perceptive to miss even that small shift.

She felt the growth, and it did not please her one bit.

The physical sensation itself was pleasurable. The tight flutter of her walls around the slight increase in size sent a fresh wave of heat through her. The problem was the reason behind it. The cause of that sudden swell was not her body, not her riding, not her moans. It was Andrea’s soft voice and the way she looked at him while clinging to his arm.

Unknown to Rose’s internal irritation, Fredrinn simply gulped in silence as he looked down at the busty, shorter beauty still holding onto him. His fingers remained buried inside Andrea’s pussy, rubbing slowly along her sensitive walls, spreading the wetness that had already gathered there. Andrea’s eyes had gone glassy and thick with open lust. She had already asked for his cock. The request hung between the three of them like a spark waiting for fuel.

"Haah~ You two are going to be together then."

Fredrinn made the decision swiftly, voice steady despite the heat coiling in his gut. He carefully freed his hand from Andrea’s grip. Then, without giving her time to protest, he pushed her backward onto the mattress. Her back hit the sheets with a soft bounce; her soft curves jiggled with the sudden movement, breasts swaying heavily before settling.

At the same time he withdrew his fingers from her cunt. The wetness coating them glistened under the low light for a brief moment before he wiped them absently against his own thigh. He leaned in and captured Rose’s lips in a deep, brief kiss—enough to taste her, enough to keep her from speaking—before flipping her over as well and laying her down right beside Andrea.

The two women ended up side by side on the bed, both naked, both flushed, both staring up at him. Their shoulders nearly touched. The contrast between Andrea’s softer, slightly chubby frame and Rose’s athletic hourglass figure was impossible to ignore.

Rose did not throw a tantrum. Not yet, at least. She was more interested in watching him work, curious about whatever plan was forming behind the clear excitement in his eyes. The continued hardness of his cock, still glistening from her earlier wetness and standing fully erect between them, was proof enough that he was enjoying the situation immensely.

And how could he not?

Andrea and Rose both lay naked in front of him like an open invitation. Their massive, plump breasts rose and fell with each breath, the soft flesh swaying gently whenever either of them shifted even slightly. Both pairs of eyes watched him with open lust—Andrea’s still carrying a trace of shyness beneath the desire, Rose’s glowing with that familiar pink shimmer. Both pussies were visibly wet, the earlier arousal and leftover fluids making their folds glisten. Most importantly, the arrangement finally opened the door to something he had only imagined until now: the two of them stacked, available, and waiting for him to decide how to take them.

"Girls, one of you needs to go on the another. Choose which one of you is going to be under and which one on the top."

He smirked as he spoke, spreading his hands in a small, showman-like gesture as if he were about to reveal some ultimate technique. The words themselves were light, almost playful, but the intent behind them was unmistakable. He wanted them layered. He wanted access to both at once.

Both Andrea and Rose looked at him with twitching eyelids, the request clearly unexpected. Then, slowly, they turned their heads toward each other.

Their eyes met.

They could read the same thought reflected back at them: neither of them wanted to be on top.

There were almost no benefits to the upper position. The woman on top would face the other woman while her back remained toward Fredrinn. Eye contact with him would be nearly impossible. Even trying to look at his face would require awkward twisting of the neck. She would be the one presenting herself without being able to see his reactions properly. The only real silver lining was that the woman underneath would have to carry the full weight of the one above her—every shift, every thrust, every moment of added pressure.

That single disadvantage was exactly the point Rose decided to exploit.

Andrea was not only shorter; she was also a regular unawakened human. There was no realistic way she could tolerate the same level of weight, pressure, and potential rough handling that a succubus could shrug off without real effort. Rose’s body was stronger, denser, built to endure far more.

Rose’s lips curved into a small, calculating smirk. She shrugged her shoulders loosely, the movement making her breasts shift, and glanced toward Fredrinn. She was still irritated that her private time with him had been interrupted so abruptly. The earlier rhythm they had found, the control she had started to reclaim while riding him—all of it had been broken. Yet when she looked at the clear excitement bubbling beneath his lustful gaze, the irritation began to fade.

As she had told herself more than once already, she cared about her hubby’s happiness above almost everything else. If she needed to sacrifice a little comfort, a little pride, or even the preferred position for it, she did not mind.

The decision settled in her mind with quiet finality.

"Rose is stronger, so she needs to be the one below. Andrea cannot handle Rose’s weight... She may die."