Chapter 239: Demon queen milf

Eren blinked. Once. Twice.

His vision was blurry, sharpening with every blink of his eyelids.

His senses are coming back. The dull, persistent throb running through his bones, though miraculously, the agonizing, nerve-shredding pain from Silas’ beating had been reduced to a manageable ache. The air reeks of axle grease and dust.

Morning sunbeams from the window hit his face, warming his cheek.

He was sprawled out on a surprisingly soft mattress.

Yet there was a distinct, warm weight pinned directly over his chest. Eren dragged his blue eyes downward. Someone had slipped him into an oversized, clean shirt. The Shadow Cat cub perched on his chest, curled up with twin tails tucked over its nose

A lazy, fond chuckle rumbled in Eren’s throat. "Still alive?"

He lifted a hand, reaching out to gently scratch the fur between its ears.

CHOMP.

The cub snapped awake in a blur, sinking its needle-sharp fangs straight into Eren’s forearm, wrapping all four paws around his wrist with the ferocity of a starved wolverine.

Eren stared down at his arm with deadpan amusement.

"Really?" Eren asked, not even wincing. "You’re a menace to society."

Shaking his head, he grunted, fighting through the lingering stiffness in his joints to sit upright against the wooden headboard. His mana core felt hollow; mana borrowed from Violet seemed to run dry, but the torn ligaments and shattered ribs had been meticulously woven back together. Only the scar given by Branagh was faintly visible.

He looked around the cramped, sunlit room. It was a shabby, forgotten safehouse, quiet and undisturbed.

"Alright, fluff-ball," Eren murmured, dangling his arm while the kitten hung from his hand. "Who dragged my sorry ass out here? And where the hell are—"

Then he heard a door groan open.

Eren glanced toward the entrance, his breath hitched in his throat, his blue eyes widening.

Standing in the doorway was the absolute apex of mature perfection. Cascades of wild, radiant orange hair tumbled down past her shoulders like molten autumn copper. Dressed in a snug, simple bodice that fought a truly heroic, losing battle against her ridiculously voluptuous curves, her orange eyes locked onto him as a sharp gasp tore past her lips.

"Eren!"

The tray she had been holding was entirely forgotten as she moved with terrifying, instantaneous speed. Before Eren could even greet her, an unadulterated demon-strength slammed into his chest.

WHAM.

Carolynn threw both arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace so tight his newly healed vertebrae gave an alarming, synchronized crack.

"Oh my! You’re awake! You’re finally awake, you foolish, reckless, pretty boy!" Carolynn sobbed, tears spilling down her flawless porcelain cheeks as she buried his entire head directly into the colossal, pillow-soft valley of her bosom.

Eren’s face was instantly, thoroughly smothered. His nose was squished flat, his lips pressed helplessly into warm, fragrant skin, while his lungs screamed in frantic protest.

"Mmph—gghk—Vice Principal..." Eren wheezed, his muffled voice vibrating hopelessly against her flesh as his hands flailed against her hips. "Can’t... breathe... surviving two sovereign lords... just to choke out in boobs... I’ll actually die for real this time—"

Carolynn didn’t hear a single word.

"Do you have any idea what you put me through?!" she scolded in a trembling, emotional rush, squeezing him even harder until his eyes bulged. "Throwing yourself into Rujgard! Burning through a full-body Burst! What if I am not here?!"

Eren ceased his frantic flailing for a fraction of a second, his brain analyzing the situation.

’Right. So this is why Norelia hates her terrifying, suffocating clinginess,’ Eren thought, his consciousness swimming in a sea of sheer luxury. ’Honestly? If a man has to meet his end, drowning in peak demon-queen cleavage is an absolute top-tier paradise.’

Still, breathing was generally considered an advantageous biological habit.

Summoning every remaining ounce of physical strength in his battered frame, Eren wedged both palms against her soft, warm shoulders. He shoved backward, prying himself out of the glorious suffocating trap just enough to gasp a lungful of air.

"You listen to me, young man—"

Eren didn’t let her finish.

Reaching up with one hand, he cupped the nape of her neck and pulled her down.

He smashed his lips firmly against hers.

Carolynn’s voice cut off instantly. Her breath caught in a sharp, startled hitch, her wide orange eyes dilating in sheer, frozen shock.

The kiss was unhinged, deep, and shamelessly possessive. Eren poured every ounce of his relief, his stubborn defiance of death, and his raw, unvarnished affection straight into her mouth.

The demon queen got defeated.

Eren pulled back slowly with a thoroughly unrepentant smirk.

"Now then," Eren said softly. "Are you sufficiently calmed down, Vice-Principal?"

Carolynn’s orange eyes narrowed, though the faint blush dominated her pretty face. She looked at his charming, maddeningly smug face.

"You really don’t change even a bit, do you?" she murmured.

With a sweet, terrifying smile, her manicured fingers reached out and pinched both of his cheeks, squishing his face until his lips puckered like a blowfish.

"Nearly killing yourself going against two lords, and the very first thing you do upon waking is to seduce me. Honestly, Eren... you are going to put gray hairs on this poor woman’s head."

"Hurts, hurts—woman, mercy!" Eren chuckled around his pinched cheeks, batting weakly at her wrists until she finally took pity on him.

She let go, smoothing her dress and sitting comfortably behind him on the edge of the mattress. Her fingers drifted through the tips of his messy dark hair, gently massaging the knots from his scalp.

"Alright, jokes aside," Eren murmured, his tone shifting into something sharper, more grounded. He ignored the Shadow Cat cub still clinging stubbornly to his sleeve and glanced sideways at her. "What actually happened? What happened to Silas? Whisper? And... Alice?"

Carolynn paused her stroking, her gaze dropping to his shoulder. "You truly don’t recall the final minutes?"

"Bits and pieces," Eren admitted, rubbing his temple where a dull throb still lingered. "I remember the Saintess going down. I remember the red haze. A whole lot of burning, screaming, and then total radio silence."

Carolynn sighed. "You forced your mana core into a Burst phenomenon. It drains up huge amounts of mana to temporarily accelerate the senses. You burned down Silas. The Whisper managed to escape."

She leaned her chin lightly on Eren’s bare shoulder, her breath warm against his neck.

"Shortly after Silas was dead, three hundred municipal enforcers surrounded you. You collapsed right into my arms. I brought you to my old decommissioned safehouse on the table outskirts of Rujgard’s upper ring that I’ve kept there for a few decades."

Eren raised a brow.

"And the three soldiers who had us cornered?" Eren asked, tilting his head back to look up into her radiant, stunning face. "What happened to them?"

Carolynn beamed a smile at him—a breathtaking, utterly radiant smile that could have belonged to a benevolent goddess of the hearth.

"I slaughtered every last one of them, of course."

The words came out as casually as if she were telling him she’d watered a plant in his absence.

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{VIOLET AND EREN. FROM A FAN}