NOVEL NEXT Chapter 56: Mira's Desperation
Eren and Mira walked off toward the camp, as the soldiers kneeling behind them slowly stood up.
"Wonder what's gonna happen," one murmured.The other just scoffed, "Worry first for what the commander has in store for us."
Mira had Eren's arm in her grasp. Without much talk, they reached the tent.
Mira's heart had been beating a little fast, but she didn't focus on that right now.What she wanted would come a little later.
First was this."Eren," she said.
He turned back.
"How... What'd you use there? Can you explain?"
Her voice had a bit of hesitation.
"I actually do not know how to say it—it was a complete blur, what I saw, and... most of all—it doesn't make any sense. You'd been with me since you were thirteen. No martial arts—nothing. You only knew how to walk and talk—always seeming too gloomy. I thought you were just a shy kid who didn't like to talk much. And then, you picked up some morning and evening exercises by fifteen."
She waited before continuing—getting a little closer to him—her breast pressing tight against his arm.
"Even then... it was fine. I didn't know. But that all—it changed now. How'd you do it? Suddenly, one day—you're out of your gloomy phase. You're no more the Eren I knew—or rather... did I ever even know you much?"
She looked up at him.
"I feel like a person who's been living with you for the last five years, but I don't know the first thing about you."
Eren just looked at her—a little surprised by how much she had gauged.Then… understanding.
Should I tell her?The question rose in his head.
But she'll never look at me the same way again.His thoughts raced.
She might even distance herself from me.The thought gnawed at him… and he pushed it away.
Half-truth it is, he decided.
He pulled her in tighter—leaned his head—and kissed her squarely on the mouth.
Mira's worry turned into sudden astonishment.
She blinked hard—Eren's face pressing in, his lips already on hers, tongue sliding forward, trying to get inside.
She shoved him back, breath catching.
"You have to tell me first," she said, heaving.
Her body was already hot—worked up the moment he leaned in—but she held it in anyway.The truth mattered more now.
She looked at him, gaze locked.
"What is it, Eren?" she asked.
Eren only sighed.
He stepped back—just one pace away—then lifted his eyes toward the screen.
[ System Interface ]
Host: Eren Voss (Adopted), 18 years old
Current Arts: Lesser Wyvern Sword Arts — Mastery: First Technique
Assignment: In Progress — Learn 2 or more techniques to unlock Inventory
Next Technique: Martial General Body Technique (Selected)
He thought for a little while—the thought gnawing, as Mira looked at him—the question still raised.
Eren only exhaled, then sat down. And following him, so did Mira, inside the tent.
Eren looked to the side—wondering how to say it, words spiraling, one sentence twisting into the next— as he hesitated.
"So, the thing is..." He looked toward her—directly. "A few days ago… I was given a power. A system, if you'd call it that. It gives me power—certain techniques. And sometimes…" He exhaled—heavily, "...Gift or not." "All in all—it's a power I don't know where it came from. Or anything like that."
His explanation—though terrible—still settled into Mira's mind. Just a little.
She only murmured, "An unknown power…" Eren backed up slightly. "Yeah… that's what it is." He sighed again, then added,"Though I'm nowhere near being someone else you might've been thinking."
He leaned forward, closer to the seated Mira. One hand lifted—cupping her cheek gently.
"I'm still your nephew."
He pushed forward, his face inches from hers. Mira fell back, slowly—eyes locked with his.
Eren pressed his lips against hers, Mira, still caught in her own thoughts, suddenly felt his tongue, searching for something inside her, as it brushed against her own.
She exhaled, deep, then pushed firmly against his chest, rolling to the side.
"This isn't how it'd be."
Eren lay there—astonished—eyes locked onto her, as she stood up.Does she still doubt me?
The question gnawed at him.
But a moment later, Mira threw off her top, Then her bottom, Even the sarashi wrapped beneath—covering her breasts, came undone. Her breasts, bursting free.
She removed her pants as she moved closer to Eren—his head turned toward the ceiling.
"We'll talk about that later," she said."Now that we're here…"
She straddled Eren's face, lowering down, her crotch pressing directly against his lips, as she exhaled deeply.
"You first have to satisfy me..."
A heavy sigh escaped her mouth, as her hips settled fully against him, her warmth meeting his mouth.
Eren muffled under his breath, as Mira's crotch covered the entirety of his face.
The breathing—though a little difficult, he'd already gotten used to it by now, from the continuous, sudden seating of Velira and Alayne on his face.
It had almost trained him, how to navigate and press the right points, even for someone new. Like Mira.
He pushed into her hole, as she lunged her hips just a few inches, pulling away slightly.
"It's too ticklish," she exhaled.
Eren looked up the best he could, asking, "Is this what you wanted to try?"
Mira shoved her hips directly onto him, exhaling deep. A tinge of redness hitting her face.
She spoke, then hesitated. "Yes… Why? You don't want to?" She paused before adding quickly, "I thought you'd be fine by me—if you did so to Velira."
Her voice dropped, uncertain, as she tried to jerk up. "Don't worry, if you don't want… I can move up."
But Eren tugged his arm around her thighs just as she started to rise.
"Wh—"
She barely got the word out, before he yanked her back down—his lips pressing onto hers, tongue pushing directly inside her.
Mira's breath shuddered at the sudden sensation, she quivered, her entire form trembling. Body hitching, she pushed—trying to stand. "Wait, Eren—" she tried to voice, but the sudden sensation of his tongue—entering, moving, searching for something inside her—made her whole form quiver with anticipation.
Her voice broke—coming out in hitched breaths."I can't—"
She tried to rise—the dick… that was known territory by now.
But this—his tongue—this was entirely new. Something she'd never experienced before.
The texture—it was like a cheeky, unaccounted thing moving inside her—inside her pussy—making her womb… and beyond…tremble with anticipation.
Her eyes widened. She grabbed onto Eren's head from behind."That's enou—"
The words tried to come out, but dissolved into the continuous hitch of her breath,pouring out uncontrollably. Her hands trembled, mouth trying to speak, yet her fingers curled deeper into his hair, pushing, shoving him tightly onto her ass.
Undecided on what her body wanted, and what else she wanted to voice.
Her hips quivered, as she grunted, "Ughh..."
She pressed hard onto Eren's face, his head pushed tight against the ground, as she let out a rough grunt, pooling her entire squirt down onto his mouth.
Shoving—gnawing onto his head—trembling.
She exhaled—deep, unrelenting.
"Haa..." she breathed, with another grunt. "That… that was too much."
The contact hadn't even lasted a few minutes. Yet—his tongue had worked a squirt out of her.