NOVEL NEXT Chapter 32: One Futon-II
"How do you want to do this?" Mira asked.
Velira replied calmly,"You should sleep to his right—since that's where his injuries are." Then, flicking her lips into a soft smile, she added,"I'll sleep on his left—making sure there's room for you."
Hearing her reply, Eren didn't feel entirely comfortable with it—but he followed along anyway. Soon, Mira changed into her nightgown. As she did, she called out to Velira, who was changing in the corner.
"You need a nightdress?" Velira responded while tucking her bra tighter—pulling it snug so her areola wouldn't spill out.
"No," she said, her voice slightly strained as she adjusted the fit."I'm used to sleeping in my unders in the wilderness. Saves space."
Then, glancing down,she noticed—her panties were already drenched. Just the thought of sleeping next to Eren had soaked her,and as she pulled them slightly down—just to check—she saw her arousal slicked thickly against the fabric.
She sighed. Then tightened the waistband again, adjusting it carefully, tying the knot at her hip before stepping toward the futon.
"This should do..." she murmured, kneeling down onto the mat.
She looked at Eren… then at Mira. In the dark, a mischievous smile played across her lips. "I'll pull Eren closer so there's space for you—and his injured hand doesn't get jostled between you two."
Mira simply thanked her for the consideration.
Eren let out a soft eep.
Velira slowly slept beside, as she moved her fingers—first gliding them along Eren's side. His skin tingled, hair rising with every inch of her touch. Then, as her hand reached his chest, she slowed down—pressing her palm gently against his pecs. She traced across his torso, finally reaching the other side.
With a soft gasp, Velira pulled Eren toward her—and in the motion, his hand landed squarely against her bust. Eren's blood rushed downward. He tried to force it back up—tried to will it down—but it didn't work. Under the dim light, it stood up again.
Meanwhile, Mira noticed the space left on the other side—just enough for her, and enough room to rest Eren's injured hand without it being jostled.
She sighed in quiet relief. She had thought there wouldn't be enough room. But it was already perfect.
She slowly knelt down, her gaze fixed on the futon—first on where Velira had pulled Eren close, then on how her bust was now pressed firmly against him.
Mira's heart fluttered for a moment. It felt like too much.But given the cramped futon, she sighed—it was something that had to be done. Surely not what Velira wanted either… right?
At least, that's what she told herself.
Her gaze flickered lower—down to Eren's waist. Whatever little light crept into the room traced the lines of his taut, muscular body. Her face warmed.
Memories from last night drifted back, and with them, the heat rose inside her again.
But then—Velira.
Just thinking of her pulled Mira back. No, she told herself. Not now.
With a small sigh, she lay down—spreading her legs slightly, turning to face Eren's side as she settled beside him in silence.
But as her gaze lowered—just for a brief moment—she noticed it.
Eren's length had bulged up again, pressing against the loose fabric of his trousers. It stood firm—not quite what she'd seen last night, but still unmistakable. She could recognize it instantly.
After all, last night...she had studied every part of Eren—right down to the last detail.
She remembered how she had to kiss him, how to coax it back up when it softened,and exactly where to press—and where not to press—for a fast, satisfying quickie.
She stared for a moment. Just one.
Then disappointment flickered across her face.Velira was here.
She sighed quietly and turned away, whispering to herself in resignation:
"Not today... Tomorrow."
Meanwhile, as Mira settled beside Eren, drifting off to sleep—Velira pressed harder against Eren. Eren didn't know what to do. He only had one good hand to work with, and it lay awkwardly between them—until Velira reached out.
Her hand glided over his chest, slow and deliberate, then slid down to take his. She gently pulled it closer to her, whispering into his ear,
"You don't have to do anything... Leave it all to me."
Her breath was cool—like a breeze through warm air—cutting through the rising heat shared between them.
She guided his fingers down, tracing the line of her belly—until his fingertips brushed her knot.
Velira gasped softly.
Then, guiding his hand with hers, she pinched the knot, pulled it loose—and as the tie came undone, fresh air touched her lips.
Her panties slid down.
Velira shivered as the cold air sent a chill up her spine—but she didn't stop. Leaning in close, she whispered softly into Eren's ear,"Do the rest now."
Her voice was low—just loud enough for him to hear. Eren hesitated, then nodded slightly."Alright."
Velira released his hand, resting hers gently on his chest, while Eren slowly began to move downward.
But then—
"Wait! Did you shave?" Eren blurted out—almost yelling.
Velira winced."Calm down your voice," she hissed back.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Mira, who hadn't fully slipped into sleep yet, stirred.Her voice cut through the air,"You said something, Eren?"
Eren froze, then squeaked,"N–No!"
Mira hummed sleepily."Okay."And turned back over.
Within seconds, her breath slowed again—as silence returned to the room.
Meanwhile, as Mira quieted down again,Velira and Eren both let out a soft sigh.
"That's why I told you to keep it down," she whispered.
Then, after a brief pause, she added—muffling her words slightly as Eren's hand slipped between her thighs—
"Yes... I did. I Shaved. I didn't know when I'd get the chance next."
Eren didn't reply.Instead, he withdrew his hand for a moment—then gave a sudden tug at her clit.
"You're one mischievous Commander, you know that?" he muttered.
Velira murmured back, pressing her hand against his cheek and pulling her face close. She bit down softly on his ear, voice thick with need.
"That's why I said—pull it down... and pull it down harder."
Her bite intensified,just as Eren suddenly pushed his finger inside her.
Velira gasped sharply—but before anything else could happen—
"Eren?"
Mira's voice cut through the dark.
They both froze—hands pulling away instantly.
Silence.