Chapter 269: Banging in front of the mirror

"Aye, aye, my lady," Eren murmured with a grin.

Shifting his weight with fluid grace, he gathered Norelia up against his chest, rolling forward and rising onto his knees in a single motion without breaking their connection. Norelia gasped sharply, her slender arms flying around his neck to clamp on like a vice, her legs hooking instinctively behind his waist.

"Hold on tight, Professor," he whispered against her ear, using his free hand to kick his rumpled trousers completely off his ankles.

His bare feet met the chilling floorboards, sending a pleasant shiver up his spine that only seemed to stoke the furnace in his veins. With his stone-hard cock still buried inside her, Eren stood fully upright. Every step he took toward the adjoining chamber caused his shaft to shift and grind deep against her interior.

"Let’s go find a lecture hall with better acoustics," Eren murmured, carrying his petite prize away from the battlefield and leaving the massive king-sized bed entirely to the snoring tomboy and the slumbering villainess.

Emma didn’t even bother lifting her head, merely grumbling into pillows, "Make it quick, you horny rabbits... we actually need to use that bath before we depart."

Eren nudged the door open with his elbow, stepping into the lavish, marble-tiled bath chamber and gently clicking the latch shut with his foot.

Eren walked straight toward the expansive vanity, setting Norelia down gently in front of the vanity mirror.

Norelia blinked, her eyes darting between her reflection and the scarred, unrepentant rogue towering over her. In the crystal-clear glass, the picture was utterly shameless: her messy brown curls wild from the sheets, her pale thighs glistening with their mingled fluids, and his hands firmly planted on her waist. She understood why he chose this.

"You... you absolute, unhinged, horny beast," she choked out, her face burning hotter than a freshly cast fireball.

"Guilty as charged, my brilliant researcher," Eren whispered.

Before she could form another protest, he captured her parted lips in a devouring, breathless kiss. The heat of his mouth completely obliterated whatever was left of her defenses. A soft, pliant whimper melted into his throat, her fingers knotting into the dark hair at the nape of his neck as her mind spun into pure bliss.

While his lips entirely hijacked her senses, Eren’s hands worked efficiently.

He slid the thin straps of her sleeping gown down her shoulders, peeling the sheer fabric away and letting it pool onto the marble floor. In the same breath, he hooked his fingers into her cream-blue panties, dragging them down her trembling legs and kicking them aside.

Exposed to the warm morning light was an absolute work of divine art.

Her small, perfectly firm breasts rose and fell with her ragged breathing, tipped by adorable, tight pink peaks.

Eren broke the kiss with a soft, wet pop, admiring the sight with eyes full of devotion.

"Turn around, Professor," he commanded softly.

Norelia didn’t hesitate. Her body moved almost on its own, spinning toward the grand vanity and planting her hands flat against the counter.

Eren stepped close behind her, gripping the soft curve of her hips. With one smooth heave, he lined his cock back up with her dripping, swollen entrance and drove his length all the way back inside.

"Mhhm... nhhn... ahh—!"

A high, breathless moan tore from Norelia’s throat, bouncing loudly in the enclosed space. Her back arched sharply, her reflection in the mirror showing her head thrown back, eyes fluttering half-closed in sheer, unadulterated ecstasy as Eren settled into a deep, relentless rhythm from behind.

The chamber transformed into an echo chamber of unapologetic debauchery.

Eren drove into her from behind with relentless momentum, showcasing the absurd, bottomless well of vitality. The wet, rhythmic cadence of their skin slapping skin filled the room

thwap, slap, slap, slap.

Norelia clung desperately to the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white as her petite body rocked forward with every devastating lunge. Her breath hitched in ragged, broken gasps. Deep within her, her velvet walls clenched and spasmed in frantic waves, milking his thick, vein-lined rod with greedy desperation, refusing to surrender a single fraction of an inch.

Reaching up, Eren tangled his fingers into her brown hair, giving it a sharp, possessive yank backward.

"Ahn—!" Norelia cried out as her head was pulled back.

"Eyes open, Professor," Eren commanded with teasing malice against her ear. "Take a proper look at your field research."

Forced upright, Norelia’s glazed crimson eyes snapped to the mirror.

The reflection was utterly lewd.

Her delicate back was arched taut, her pert, round ass flushed bright pink from the sheer impact of his hips, glistening with their mingled juices that dripped down the pale curve of her inner thighs. Her small, firm breasts jiggled rhythmically with every savage thrust, her tits glistening in the morning light.

Eren reached around her waist with his free hand, firmly pinching one of those sensitive pink tits and rolling it between his fingers.

"Ahhh—nhh! Eren—!" A high, lewd shriek shattered against the glass, her inner heat clenching so violently that a fresh, scalding gush of her release flooded inside her.

"Look at you, my brilliant girl," Eren murmured, his hips never losing their punishing tempo as he watched her reflection squirm. "The grand genius who used to sleep instead of working. The notoriously untouchable researcher who got caught red-handed in the Volsver library, desperately sliding two fingers into her skirts while reading trashy romance."

Norelia’s face turned a shade of crimson, her toes curling off the cold tile. "S-Shut up... you arrogant bastard—!"

"The same furious girl who threatened to bury me under six feet of enchanted stone just to keep me quiet," Eren chuckled darkly, driving into her to the absolute hilt, making her gasp for air. "And now look at you in the glass. Don’t you look exactly like the filthy, ruined heroines from those smut books you read?"

Norelia’s breath hitched, her crimson eyes trembling as she stared at her own reflection.

The words struck through her haze of pleasure, piercing deeper than the cock pounding inside her.

It was true—she looked entirely ruined, thoroughly debased, a lecturer getting relentlessly pounded raw against a vanity by her student.

Yet as she looked in the mirror, seeing his fiercely protective eyes locked on hers, his arms holding her like she was the only treasure in the world, the shame quietly melted into something breathtaking.

She had spent her entire life hiding from hard work, surrounded by society where people only valued her as a cold, calculating brain. She had read those romances not out of simple lust or to make up for her adopted mother’s betrayal, but out of a desperate, hidden longing to be chosen—to be pursued, to be loved by someone reckless.

She wasn’t a nameless bookworm anymore. In this story he was carving through the world; she was his heroine.

"Yes..." Norelia whimpered softly into the glass, her small hands releasing the counter to reach back and clutch at his thighs. "I am... I’m your heroine, Eren..."