Only I love Milfs Transmigrated to a World Where Milfs are Hated

Eren pushed into her, and a guttural cry tore from Mira's lips—raw, unrestrained, echoing through the night. Her voice spilled past the window, carried out into the quiet tavern beyond.

One hand clutched the top of her head as beads of sweat gathered at her scalp, trailing down to her temples before scattering across her flushed skin. Eren rocked into her again, deeper, steadier. Mira's hand slid from her temples to her mouth, pressing against it—desperate to muffle the moans she could no longer hold back. Her eyes clenched shut, every nerve alight with sensation.

Beside them, Velira sat silently, watching.

Her gaze locked on the rhythm—Eren's body driving into Mira's, Mira gasping in helpless pleasure. The sight alone sent a wave of heat flooding through Velira's core.

From beneath her gown, thick, syrupy trails of arousal slid past her already loosened panties, spilling down her thighs—pooling onto the futon beneath her.

And still, she didn't look away.

Velira kept a hand over her mouth, stifling her breath, as her fingers slid down—from her waist, across the soft skin of her belly—reaching deeper… and deeper.

Until she found it.

The flow between her thighs, fluttering and wet, pulsed uncontrollably. Her eyes squeezed shut as her finger pressed in—and with a soft, wet schkk, it slipped inside, the sound barely muffled in the thick air of the room.

She held her breath. Her heartbeat pounded wildly—more frenzied than it had been during her very first time.

Her eyes fluttered open again, locking onto the sight before her.

Eren's shaft, slick and glistening, moved in and out of Mira—his expression hazy, drunk on lust. Their bodies pressed and collided, sweat mingling whenever skin met skin. The rhythmic slap of flesh—thwack thwack—echoed through the room, steady and unrelenting.

Eren pulled back.

And drove back in with a wet, powerful smack.

With each of Eren's deep thrusts, Velira's fingers plunged further inside herself—deeper… and deeper—until a soft moan slipped past her lips.

Her gaze remained locked on the pair before her: Eren driving into Mira with raw force, Mira barely managing to stifle her cries, her body jolting with every pounding thrust.

The ache building inside Velira was unbearable now—an itch that clawed at her core, begging for more. Her fingers were already moving, slick and steady within her, but they no longer felt like enough.

Not with that sight in front of her.

Not with the way Eren gripped Mira's waist and rammed harder, sweat-slick bodies colliding, the sounds of pleasure filling the room like a fever dream.

Velira bit down on her lip, but the hunger only deepened.

The heaving Eren. The moaning Mira.

Velira's fingers—restless and slick—now felt meaningless compared to what she'd experienced the previous day. They no longer satisfied. Slowly, she pulled them away, breath shallow, eyes dark with need.

Quietly, deliberately, she moved behind Eren.

Her hands slid around his sides—gliding forward until they pressed against the front of his chest. Her body followed, gently leaning into him. Her soft, tightly bound breasts—still held firm by her bra—pressed against his sweat-slicked back as she laid herself flush against him.

She pulled him closer.

Eren, already in a half-dazed state from pounding into Mira, suddenly jolted. His breath caught, muscles tensing.

The added warmth… the pressure… the embrace—

It sent a shock through his overstimulated mind.

His rhythm stuttered.

And his senses burst wide open.

He thrust forward again—deeper—his pace strong, but his gaze now flickering to the hands sliding across his chest.

Velira's fingers.

They moved lower… and lower… tracing down from his waist to his pelvis, until they found the base of his shaft.

Eren's brows furrowed, startled. Her hand wrapped around his base—firm, possessive—just enough to interrupt the full motion of his thrusts into Mira. The sudden resistance made his rhythm falter.

Mira's moans softened, the pleasure dipping for a moment. Confusion flickered across her face as she looked back at him—eyes searching, uncertain.

Velira only leaned in closer.

Her breasts pressed fully against Eren's slick back, pushing him deeper into Mira by sheer proximity. Her head rested on his shoulder now, her lips just behind his ear.

A mischievous gleam lit up her eyes—wild, hungry, unsatiated—as she stared at Mira… then shifted her gaze to Eren.

She didn't speak.

But everything in her touch, her stare, and her breath against his neck whispered the same thing.

Mine, too.

Her lips parted. "I can't just sit here and wait while you two go at it all night," she said, voice low but laced with hunger.

The night sky offered barely a sliver of light, but Eren could see her face clearly. Tanned and flushed—deep red with desire. The last traces of her embarrassment had vanished, discarded somewhere behind her.

Now, she was fully pressing into him—bold, unashamed, needing.

Mira, still unaware of what was happening behind her, lay motionless beneath him, catching her breath.

Eren stopped, body still trembling from the rhythm just moments before. He slowly parted his lips, his breath still heavy—not from weakness, but from exertion.

"So… what do you say?" he asked, voice low, turning his head slightly toward Velira.

Velira didn't hesitate.

Velira moved to Eren's side, placing a firm hand on his chest—gently urging him to lie back. Her movements were slow, deliberate, confident, as she slid beside him.

Mira, caught off guard by the sudden withdrawal, looked visibly dismayed. Her body ached with interruption, her breath uneven. Her eyes followed Velira—now lowering herself onto Eren, straddling his waist.

Without hesitation, Velira leaned in and captured his lips in a deep, frantic kiss. Her mouth claimed him, pushing into his, fierce and unrelenting.

Eren flinched slightly, surprised by the sudden intensity. But he didn't resist.

When Velira finally pulled away, a thin strand of saliva stretched between their parted lips—shimmering briefly in the low light before breaking.

Then, without missing a beat, she turned to Mira—her tone playful, yet laced with heat.

"How about we change positions?"

Mira held a confused look, her brows knit as she tried to make sense of Velira's words.

Velira gave a slow, knowing smile. "No need to worry… you won't be on the sidelines."

Her eyes gleamed in the dim light, and as the strand of saliva still clung to her chin, she flicked her tongue out—deliberately—licking it up as she continued, "You'll be even closer to him than this."

Mira's confusion deepened, still unsure what Velira meant—but Velira didn't wait.

She grabbed Mira's hands gently but firmly, pulling her in. "Just follow what I do next," she whispered.

Mira blinked, her expression blank, mind slow to catch up with the shift in energy.

Velira then leaned in toward Eren, eyes softening as she drew close to his face. Her lips hovered near his ear, whispering something Mira couldn't hear.

Something that made his chest rise just a bit sharper.

Then, as Velira hovered over his face—straddling him, not yet lowering herself—she let a thin trickle escape onto his skin.

"Look closely," she whispered.

Her breath brushed his face, hot and shallow. She held her own, chest rising, hair lifting with static tension. Her body trembled—and from her lips, a soft, shivering moan slipped free.

Above him, Mira slowly descended as well.

Her fingers moved from her waist, gliding downward to the fold between her thighs. With a quiet inhale, she gently parted herself—the night air brushing bare against her heat. Her lips pressed shut, her breath ragged, and her gaze flicked downward.

She looked at Velira.

Velira's eyes, dark and unwavering, were locked on the place just above Eren's parted lips—heaving, expectant, trembling.

And then Mira followed that gaze—watching, almost entranced—as Velira finally lowered herself, flowing down in uneven, aching motion, toward the mouth that waited for her.

Her finger moved on its own—gliding downward as a sharp breath hissed through her lips.

Meanwhile, Eren—overwhelmed, unable to take it anymore—lifted a hand and gripped Velira's thighs, his fingers digging in with urgency.

Before she could even get the words out—"Wait, Eren—it's just to sho—"

He yanked her down.

Velira's moan ripped through the room, loud and breaking, "Aaangh!" as her body jolted.

Her eyes went wide—then blank—the moment her heat met his lips.

And just like that, she shattered, right onto his mouth.