Harem System In A fa Chapter 90: Is he good in...*

Chapter 90: Is he good in...*

Mira watched Aria for a long mont, and her eyes glinted with unmistakable mischief.

Then she smiled.

"Oh?" she said lightly, dragging the sound out as she shifted on the bed. "Since we’re waiting anyway... I’m curious."

Aria stiffened. Instantly.

Curious was never a good word when it ca from Mira.

"Curious about what?" Aria snapped, already on edge.

Mira propped her chin in her palm, her gaze flicking pointedly toward the door before returning to Aria’s face. "About Elion," she said. "Specifically... what do you think about his skills?"

Aria’s brain short-circuited.

"...W–what skills?" she spluttered.

"You know," Mira continued smoothly, clearly enjoying herself now. "In bed."

Aria’s eyes widened in horror! Her eyes suddenly beca vividly clear on Mira’s half-naked figure.

She suddenly began to regret staying here, but she had been so shocked and gotten caught up in the mont that she had instinctively banged the door shut, trapping herself in here with this shaless woman.

She trained her eyes on Mira. The faint glow of moonlight filtered through the window, casting soft shadows over Mira’s exposed skin.

She leaned closer to Aria on the bed, her negligee shifting with the movent, the sheer fabric brushing against Aria’s arm like a teasing whisper.

Mira’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she tilted her head, her voice dropping to a husky murmur.

"Please tell ," Mira purred, "tell ...I bet he’s got you screaming his na every night, hasn’t he? All that confidence he carries now—does it translate to how he fucks you?"

Aria’s face ignited in a fierce blush, heat flooding her cheeks and spreading down her neck. She whipped her head away, crossing her arms tighter over her chest, but the thin pajamas did nothing to hide the way her nipples hardened under the scrutiny.

"Shut up, Mira! You perverted, shaless bitch, that’s none of your damn business!" she hissed, her voice a mix of fury and embarrassnt, her hands clenched into fists on her lap.

Mira only grinned wider, unfazed by the accusation. Clearly, her face was thicker than Aria gave her credit for. She inched her body nearer until her thigh pressed warmly against Aria’s own.

Beneath the curses, a reluctant admission bubbled up in Aria’s throat. She muttered it in a low, almost inaudible voice, with her gaze fixed on the floor. "I guess...He does know his way around pleasing won."

Mira’s eyebrow arched, her lips parting in feigned innocence. "What was that? I didn’t quite catch it, sweetie. Speak up—does he know how to please that tight little vagina of yours?"

Agitation boiled over in Aria, her blush deepening to a crimson that made her ears burn. She shot up from the bed, her fists balled at her sides, and shouted it out, the words exploding from her like a dam breaking.

"Yeah, he’s good in bed! He fucks

so well I can’t even think straight! Happy now, you nosy slut?!"

"Hahahahaha!" Mira burst into laughter, the sound rich and unrestrained, her head thrown back as she clutched her stomach with both hands.

Her breasts heaved with each peal, the negligee straining against them, and tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, sparkling like diamonds. She gasped for breath between fits, wiping at her face. "Oh gods, Aria! Your face is so priceless! I knew it, he’s got you hooked!"

She laughed so much that it made Aria’s blush twist into anger, but there was nothing she could do but watch Mira laugh herself to tears until eventually, she had to stop.

Still chuckling, Mira propped herself up again, her expression turning sly as she eyed Aria up and down. "But co on, spill more. Is he big? Does that big cock of his stretch you wide every ti he slides into you?"

Aria glared at her, as anger flashed in her eyes like lightning, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She has the audacity to laugh like that and ask for more details!?

Clearly, this vixen wasn’t going to let this go—the teasing would drag on until she squeezed every filthy detail out.

But what did she expect Mira to say? No, he wasn’t just big; his thick shaft felt like it split her in two every ti he thrust deep into her slick hole, pounding relentlessly until she shattered around him.

The burn of it, the fullness—it was overwhelming, the kind of debauched pleasure she’d never imagined before, and waves of ecstasy crashing through her body as he gripped her hips with an iron grip and fucked her harder and harder.

Was she just a pervert for craving it? No, she decided, biting her lip—Elion’s just too skillful, knowing exactly how to angle his hips, how to rub against that particular spot inside her until she ca undone, and leaving her begging for more.

"Co on, don’t be so shy now," Mira cooed, her voice laced with amusent. "You shouted it out loud—everyone in the hallway probably heard that he’s good in bed. I’m just asking for more details."

Aria buried her face in her hands. "I hate you," she groaned. "I hate you so much." Aria’s anger simred, but beneath it, a traitorous heat pooled between her thighs at the mory.

She clenched her jaw, refusing to sit up, her pajamas clinging to her body from the nervous sweat. "You’re impossible, Mira. Why do you even care? Go find your own fun instead of prying into mine."

"You know, Aria, since you’re so reluctant to share about Elion’s talents, maybe I should share a little story of my own."

Who is eager? You actually forced

to say it!

"The first ti he had ... oh, it was unforgettable." Mira’s voice dropped to a husky murmur, drawing out the words as if savoring them.

Aria’s stomach twisted, a premonition of dread settling in, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away; she was frozen in place as Mira began.

"Do you rember how I vanished for a whole week? I skipped every damn class, I didn’t even show my face in the halls?" Mira’s eyes glead. "It’s not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t. Not after what he did to . Oh, just the mory makes

wet....Mmmm." Mira started squirming in place.

Suddenly, Aria felt kind of chilly.