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

Velira's hips dropped onto Eren with a wet chomp, her body shattering against his mouth. Her breath came in ragged gasps, barely stable, as she surrendered completely—letting her body go limp over him.

But Eren didn't stop.

His hands remained firm on her thighs, holding her in place even as she trembled. His tongue delved deeper into her already overstimulated core, rolling and pressing inside her with relentless hunger.

Velira's fingers clawed at the sheets—trying to lift herself, to escape the overwhelming sensation—but she couldn't.

Her strength faltered against the force of an aroused, unyielding Eren who refused to let her move an inch. She was locked in his grasp, utterly at his mercy.

Tears spilled from her eyes—not of pain, but of raw, breaking pleasure—as her blurred vision caught Mira beside them.

Mira's hand was already sliding down her belly… lower… until it reached the sensitive swell of her perked clit. The moment her fingers brushed over it, she trembled—knees twitching—as her hand continued… slowly descending… until it reached her own parted lips.

Mira held her breath, eyes locked on the two before her. Her fingers slid in—and at that exact moment, a moan spilled from both mouths at once.

Mira's breath hitched in pleasure.

Velira's cry trembled out, raw and sharp.

Eren was buried between Velira's thighs, his tongue exploring deeper, tracing every line, every tender fold inside her with relentless intent—his hunger only growing.

As Mira watched—her own arousal gnawing at her insides—Velira turned her head, eyes glazed, and whispered through a broken moan:

"Sorry… Mira… I… I couldn't show you…"

Her words dissolved into another cry as Eren's mouth found a new spot—and gently bit down.

Mira's fingers worked inside her—but they no longer satisfied. Not with the way Velira looked now—drowned in pleasure, trembling, lips parted in ecstasy under Eren's mouth.

Her gaze dropped to her own hand, still moving, still trying—but it couldn't make her feel the way his tongue had made Velira shatter.

Her breath caught. Eyes damp, she whispered, "I feel how you felt… that time."

Slowly, she began to move closer, dragging herself on her knees. Her bare skin brushed against Eren's shin—warm, trembling. Her soft, plush hips bounced slightly as she inched forward, the faint rustle of skin-on-skin echoing beneath the weight of tension.

Behind her, a glistening trail of arousal marked her path.

She came closer to Velira—close enough for their eyes to meet.

And in that closeness, Mira finally admitted—her voice breathless, but sure:

"I can't hold back any longer."

In one frantic motion, Mira clutched the sides of her gown and yanked it upward, tossing it aside without hesitation.

What she revealed made Velira's eyes widen—her breath catching.

A large, full bust tightly bound beneath a heavily strained sarashi, the cloth cinched so tightly that even Mira's skin bore faint red marks. The pressure alone had masked the size—but now, it was unmistakable.

And Mira wasn't done.

Without pausing, she reached up and tugged at the knot of the sarashi. The moment it loosened, her chest surged forward—the cloth falling uselessly to her waist like a discarded veil.

Her breasts—full, round, and beautifully curved—spilled free, the weight of them pressing down, nearly reaching her waist.

Velira could only stare.

Eyes wide. Lips parted. Silent.

She had heard the whispers before—remarks from other women in her unit, from fellow corps members—about Mira's breasts being too full, too heavy, larger than most.

But this… this was something else entirely.

Mira's bare breasts swayed as she leaned forward, the heavy curves brushing against Eren's thighs—soft flesh meeting taut muscle with every shift.

She didn't hesitate.

Grasping Eren's shaft—already twitching from stimulation—she steadied it upright in her grip. Her hold was firm, certain. Then, with a glance toward Velira, she gently pushed her up, shifting her from Eren's face with care, as if repositioning a lover mid-battle.

Eren gasped—momentarily breathless from the smothering intensity—and Mira hovered above him, her arousal glistening and close, ready to cover him completely.

Velira's vision swam—caught between the wet pulse of Eren's mouth that still lingered on her, and the sight of Mira's breasts—plump, bouncing, full—filling her view like a slow, overwhelming tide.

Then came Mira's voice—low, hot, near her ear.

"Eren… I'm going down."

Mira whispered, breath thick with desire.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she brought a palm to her mouth—gathering fluid with a slow, deliberate lick—before wrapping her hand firmly around him, coating his length in the warm slickness.

Her grip tightened.

And in one swift, hungry motion, she lowered herself—hips crashing down onto him.

The first thrust met her already ravaged, twitching folds—slick, eager—and in the very same instant, he was inside her. Deep. Consumed. Her walls clenched around him as if refusing to ever let him go.

Eren's breath hitched—caught in his throat—as he groaned beneath her, his body jerking.

And from below, still pinned between them, Eren instinctively bit down on Velira's thigh, a sharp gasp escaping her lips in return.

Velira yelped—a sharp cry of agonized pleasure—as she collapsed forward, her body landing against Mira's already heaving waist. Her face brushed down the curve of Mira's full breast, sliding along her torso, until her lips hovered just above Eren's mouth.

Unaware of herself, Velira's parted lips trickled a stream of warm saliva, cascading over Mira's waist. It slid past strands of hair—downward—reaching the very point where Mira and Eren were joined.

The added slickness only intensified the heat.

Eren, already trembling with overstimulation, couldn't hold back. His pelvis jerked upward instinctively—forcing himself deeper into Mira.

"Wait—!" Mira gasped, the sudden force catching her breath—but Eren thrust again. The motion came fast, almost desperate. A testament to his exhausted body—but not a soul willing to yield.

Mira cried out again, voice breathless, as her hands pressed against his waist, trying to still him. She pushed down on him, holding him to the futon beneath her.

"Wait… please…" she whispered, panting—caught between the pleasure and the overwhelming tide rising within her.

Mira gently shifted Velira back onto herself, cradling her as Velira gasped—moaning, trembling—no longer in control of her own body. Her limbs were weak, her breaths shallow, as small shivers rippled through her with every deep thrust Eren delivered.

Each time he hit deep inside her, her body twitched. And Mira felt it all—the heat, the weight, the shared intensity.

She inhaled deeply, steadying herself.

Then, as if speaking more to herself than either of them, she murmured, "Alright…" Her voice was low, resolute.

"Eren… be ready."

She leaned back—arching slightly—as her core clenched tightly around him. Her folds tightened in instinctive reaction, wrapping firm around his length.

With a soft shake of her head, she tossed her hair aside—letting it fall around her face like a curtain, strands hanging loose from either side as she bobbed her head forward, gaze locked and body poised.

She was ready.

And so was he.

Mira's eyes burned with determination as she drew in a deep breath.

Then—with a low, focused hum—she lifted her waist… and slammed it down.

A moan tore from her lips, raw and uncovered.

Before she could even catch her breath, she moved again—rising, then crashing down once more. Waves of pleasure surged through her, reshaping her insides with every thrust, but she didn't care. She welcomed the ache. She embraced the burn.

And then—harder.

She yanked her hips down again, more powerful than before. The loud smack of skin meeting skin cracked through the room—so sharp it echoed beyond the walls, the wind outside catching the sound and scattering it into the night.

But inside, none of them noticed.

None of them cared.

The three were lost—too breathless, too tangled, too consumed.

Mira moved with abandon now, indulging in her own rhythm—ravaging herself on him—again, and again, and again.

Meanwhile, as Mira rocked herself harder onto Eren—each motion more frantic, more desperate—Eren, too, began to lose control.

His hands clutched tightly at Velira's trembling thighs. Overwhelmed by sensation, he buried his face deeper into her, tongue lashing wildly before his teeth sank into her again.

Velira jolted.

Snapped from her daze, her hands flailed blindly—reaching for something, anything, to grab hold of, to pull herself away. But she couldn't escape.

Tears welled in her eyes—her body trapped between panic and pleasure. She squirmed, tried to retreat… but then something shifted.

Her hips—once trembling, resisting—began to adjust.

The sharpness of Eren's bites, the chaos of his tongue, began to melt into something else. Something deeper. A pleasure she hadn't prepared for.

And slowly… she gave in.

Velira pushed herself in closer, and Eren followed—driven by instinct, need, and the sweet taste of her surrender.

Her breath grew ragged. What once felt like overstimulation now turned into unstoppable craving. She threw her head back, eyes wide to the ceiling, her mouth flung open, tongue hanging to the side.

"This is it," she gasped—voice cracked, breaking with bliss.

And then she began to move.

Her hips rolled sideways—slowly at first—then dipped down, adjusting with every pass, opening herself up more… inviting him in further.

Her entrance began to open further—stretching, molding—as her body slowly grew accustomed to the relentless attention. Her hips, once hesitant, now moved with intent—grinding steadily against Eren's mouth.

Deep spasms fluttered through her—pulsing onto his tongue, onto his lips—but none of it mattered now.

Velira no longer held back.

She pushed down harder, grinding deeper, her motions no longer seeking restraint—but invitation.

More.

Her arousal spilled freely, slick and warm, trickling past Eren's cheeks, soaking into the already damp futon beneath them.

But none of them noticed.

And none of them cared.