CHAPTER 32: ONE FUTON-II

"How do you want to do this?" Mira asked softly, her voice low in the darkened room.

Velira didn’t hesitate. Calmly, almost as though she had already decided, she said,"You should sleep to his right. That’s where his injuries are—it will keep you from disturbing him. I’ll take the left, and I’ll make sure there’s enough room for you."

Her lips flicked upward in the dim light, just enough to betray a smile.

Eren shifted uneasily. He didn’t like the arrangement, not really, but he said nothing. Instead, he nodded faintly and obeyed. Resistance would only make things more awkward.

Mira busied herself slipping into her nightgown. The soft fabric rustled as she smoothed it over her body. Turning slightly, she asked Velira—who stood across the room with her back turned while changing—"Do you need a night-dress?"

Velira tugged her bra tighter, her fingers firm as she adjusted the straps so her areolas wouldn’t spill past the cups. She pulled it snug against her chest before answering."No," she said, voice wavering only slightly before she forced steadiness back into it. "I’m used to sleeping in my underthings. In the wilderness, you don’t carry extra. Saves space."

Her tone was casual, but her eyes betrayed her. When she glanced down, her panties were already wet. Just the thought of lying so close to Eren made her thighs press together. Curious and a little reckless, she pulled the fabric lower, enough to check. Her arousal clung sticky and hot to the cloth.

She exhaled, almost in frustration, before pulling the panties back into place and tying the knot tighter. Control yourself... just a little more she scolded silently, though her pulse only quickened.

"This should do," she murmured to herself, before moving towards the futon and kneeling gracefully down.

Velira’s gaze flicked first to Eren, then to Mira. In the shadows, a mischievous smile played on her lips."I’ll pull Eren closer—so there’s space for you. His injured hand won’t get caught between you two."

"Thank you," Mira replied, genuinely touched.

Eren, caught in the middle only made a strangled eep.

Velira moved with deliberate slowness. Her fingers brushed along Eren’s side first, feather-light. The touch made the fine hairs on his body rise. Then her hand crept across his chest. She lingered, pressing her palm flat against the solid plane of his pec before sliding further. When she reached the far side, she gave a soft gasp and tugged him toward her.

The sudden movement pressed his arm into her breasts. Her soft plush pressed against his taut muscles. Blood surged violently through Eren’s body. He willed himself to stay calm, but it betrayed him. Beneath the thin fabric, he hardened again, pushing insistently against his trousers.

Mira, watching, finally relaxed when she saw the space cleared for her. Relief softened her features. She hadn’t believed there would be enough room, but Velira had managed it. She sank down to her knees, readying to lie beside him.

Her eyes, however, lingered—first on how Velira’s chest pressed tightly against Eren, the curve of her bust molding against his arm. Mira’s heart fluttered uncomfortably. It’s too much... she thought, but when she looked at the futon again, the space was undeniably tight. It was necessary. She told herself it wasn’t Velira’s wish either, only circumstance. Surely.

But her gaze betrayed her. It slipped lower, drawn to the taut lines of Eren’s waist, highlighted faintly by the weak light filtering in. His stomach muscles flexed even in rest. Mira’s breath warmed, remembering last night—every sensation, every touch. Heat rose in her body. She wanted to reach again, to relive it. But with Velira here... she pressed the thought down hard. Not now. Tomorrow, she promised.

Still, just as she leaned down, her eyes dropped further—onto the bulge pushing at Eren’s loose trousers. Her face flamed. It wasn’t exactly what she’d seen before, but the shape was unmistakable. She remembered how she’d studied him thoroughly last night, learning him inch by inch, what made him falter and what kept him hard, which kisses woke him, which caresses made him beg. She knew his body like a puzzle she had solved.

For one brief moment, longing pulled at her lips. But then disappointment struck. With Velira here, she had no place. Her heart sank slightly. She forced herself to exhale, shut her eyes, and lie down, turning towards Eren’s side. Not today. Tomorrow.

While Mira settled, Velira pressed herself closer. The weight of her breasts crushed against Eren’s arm, deliberate now. Eren stiffened, uncertain, his one good hand trapped uselessly at his side.

Velira didn’t give him the chance to resist. Her hand glided across his chest, pressing firmly enough to make his breath catch. She caught his hand in hers and drew it against her body. Leaning close, her lips brushed his ear as she whispered,"You don’t have to do anything. Leave it all to me."

Her breath cooled the heat pooling between them. Eren’s heart pounded in his chest.

She guided his fingers lower, pressing her own atop his, forcing his hand to follow her descent. When his fingertips brushed the knot at her panties, Velira gave a trembling gasp. She pinched it loose, dragging the cloth down until the cool night air touched her exposed lips. Her whole body shivered, arousal slick and eager.

"Do the rest," she breathed, soft enough for only him to hear.

Eren hesitated. Then whispered back, "Alright."

Velira let go of his hand, keeping her own on his chest as he slid downward. But his voice cracked suddenly."Wait—did you shave?" he asked, louder than intended.

Velira nearly jumped. She turned sharply, eyes flashing."Quiet!" she hissed.

The warning came too late. Mira stirred, her sleepy voice drifting over them."Eren? Did you say something?"

He panicked. "N-No!"

Mira hummed, half-conscious. "Okay..." She shifted, then grew still again.

Both Eren and Velira let out the breath they had been holding.

"That’s why I told you to keep your voice down," Velira muttered, her lips brushing his ear. Then, quieter, almost embarrassed, "Yes. I did. I didn’t know when I’d get another chance."

Eren’s hand finally pressed against her again, and she sucked in air sharply when his finger flicked her clit in a sudden tease.

"You’re one mischievous commander," he whispered, voice rough with a mix of nerves and want.

Velira cupped his cheek, pulling his face close until her lips grazed his ear. She bit gently, then harder, drawing a hiss from him. "That’s why I told you... pull it down. Harder."

Her bite deepened as her body arched against his.

Eren swallowed hard, then pinched his finger onto her. Velira jolted, her breath breaking in a hushed cry, as she clutched his chest tightly—pressing, clinging, trembling.