Eren lay atop Mira's chest, sighing—his breath slowing as he inhaled through their tangled bodies, heat and sweat still mingling between them.
The voice came soon after.
"Eren…"
The word carried softly—
And then, a hand slid past the tent flap, brushing it aside.
Groaning, Eren's vision drifted toward the entrance.Mira's eyes followed.
The tent flap slowly opened, and three faces came into view—stepping into the tent, one after another, their eyes wandering.
"Eren…" The word trailed off—soft, uncertain.
And then—one by one, their gazes landed to the side.
First Velira, then Alayne, and then, Shaula.
Each of their eyes—fixated.
Eren lay atop Aunt Mira—naked, sweating—a white liquid oozing, sprayed across Mira's hips,dribbling down toward the floor.
Mira gazed toward them—her eyes calm, yet not fully registering the moment—still floating in the after-bliss of orgasm… and the thought that lingered within her.
The three women gasped.
"Mira…" Velira said calmly.
