Chapter 133 – Two Pillows
The air in the inn room was heavy, the glow of the single oil lamp painting everything in warm amber. Ethan sat lazily on the bed, while his two cute maids—his two girls—sat on either side of him.
Earlier, he had half-jokingly asked Sylvie if she wanted her own room. After all, he and Lirael had planned to share this one, and he hadn’t exactly hidden what he intended to do. His bluntness had turned Lirael scarlet, her ears twitching in agitation as she sputtered, How could he say sothing so shaless out loud—especially to Sylvie of all people?
But Sylvie, surprisingly, hadn’t shied away. She had nodded, first giving a practical reason: it would be a waste of coin. Yet her voice had softened, faltered, and finally dropped to a whisper as she confessed, "A servant should serve her master... and I also want to."
Now, with both girls flanking him, Lirael’s narrowed eyes drilled into Ethan, her arms crossed, her lips pressed thin. She was watching closely—too closely—to see how he would respond.
Ethan broke the silence with a smile. His voice was calm, yet laced with a weight that made Sylvie’s cheeks bloom pink.
"Are you certain, Sylvie? Once you step into this, there’s no turning back. I won’t pretend I’m the kind of man who refuses when a pretty girl asks so sincerely."
Her small hands fidgeted over her lap, but her eyes never wavered.
"I’m sure, Master... But I want a promise of one thing. P-promise you’ll at least... keep by your side...I-I will try my utmost to be use to you!"
For a mont, Ethan simply looked at her, studying the faint tremble in her shoulders, the way her lips quivered between resolve and shyness. Then he pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her slight fra.
"You’ll always be by my side, Sylvie. I promise. You don’t have to worry about anything."
Her breath caught. He tilted her chin gently upward, and before she could overthink it, his lips pressed against hers. A soft, fleeting kiss. But when she didn’t resist—when her wide eyes only softened into nervous wonder—he kissed her again.
This ti, slower. Firr.
Her body shivered against him, the faint taste of her lips delicate, untested. He trailed his kisses—upper lip, lower lip, brushing across her cheek until she whimpered softly. Then, coaxing her lips apart, he let his tongue et hers.
"Mmhmm~!" Sylvie gasped, muffled by his mouth. Her fingers clutched the sheets for stability, but she didn’t pull away. Their tongues tangled hesitantly, then with growing urgency, until Ethan finally leaned back, watching her flushed face.
"So?" he teased, brushing a thumb over her reddened cheek. "How do you feel, Sylvie?"
Her chest rose and fell quickly, her voice trembling.
"M-Master... it... it was nice."
Her hands fiddled nervously with the hem of her skirt, unsure of what was supposed to co next.
Lirael had been silent this whole ti, but her patience broke. She stood abruptly, her voice sharp with feigned annoyance.
"I should just move out. Clearly, I’m not needed here."
But before she could take a step, Sylvie reached out, her hand catching Lirael’s wrist. Her eyes were pleading, wide and wet with a childlike sincerity.
"B-Big Sister... please stay. I—I’ll feel confident if you’re here."
The room stilled. Lirael stared at Sylvie, then at Ethan, then back again. Her lips parted in disbelief, before she sighed, giving in.
"...Fine. I’ll stay. But don’t expect to—"
"Kya—!"
"Eeek—!"
Whatever she was going to say was cut short when Ethan suddenly pulled both of them down with him, sprawling onto the bed. His arms stretched wide, holding one girl in each arm.
The lamp flickered as the three settled into place, Sylvie stiff with nervous energy, Lirael still flushed with conflicted emotions. Ethan only chuckled, his tone light but his eyes satisfied.
"I’m not in the mood tonight for anything else. But I’ve been curious... how it’ll feel with two pillows by my side."
He shifted slightly, pulling them closer until their warmth pressed against him.
"Let’s find out."
The night outside was quiet, save for the faint rustle of the inn. But in the room, a different kind of stillness lingered—intimate, heavy, and full of unspoken promise.
Ethan pulled the blanket over the three of them, the weight of it trapping their warmth together. One arm curved securely around Sylvie’s slender waist, the other supporting Lirael, who lay against his opposite shoulder. Their scents mixed faintly in the close space—Lirael’s subtle floral perfu, Sylvie’s lighter, clean fragrance.
But Ethan didn’t stop at comfort. His hand slid lower, cupping Lirael’s backside and started kneading it firmly.
"Ah—!" she yelped, the sudden sensation sending a jolt through her body.
Sylvie blinked from the other side, raising her head slightly.
"B-Big Sister, what happened?"
"N-nothing!" Lirael stamred, her face crimson as she turned away, hiding against Ethan’s chest.
Sylvie, still unsure, hesitated in her own position. She was cuddled against Ethan but too stiff, her hands awkwardly hovering. Ethan took her wrists, guiding them gently around his neck before pressing her snugly against him. Her breath caught when her forehead brushed against the hollow of his neck, her hair tickling his skin.
"There. More comfortable like this, isn’t it?" he murmured.
Her voice was muffled against him, nervous but honest.
"H-huh? N-no, Master... I-I an yes... I’m good like this."
Ethan smirked and shifted his attention back to Lirael.
"And you, Lirael... You already know how this goes, don’t you? Don’t tell you’re trying to act dignified in front of your little sister."
Her eyes blazed at him, even as her voice cracked.
"B-bastard."
But his hand kept working her ass, kneading firmly, making her thighs twitch. When she tried to catch his wrist, his grip only grew stronger, pressing harder until she flinched. Her skirt rustled faintly as his hand slipped beneath the fabric, the bare heat of his palm making her breath hitch.
Her glare could have burned a hole through him. Ethan only leaned closer, teasing,
"Co on, Lirael... give a goodnight kiss too. Don’t tell you forgot."
She clenched her jaw, muttering curses under her breath, but still leaned up to brush her lips against his.
Ethan didn’t let her escape with a token kiss. His hand left her backside, sliding up to cradle the back of her head, pulling her down and sealing their mouths together firmly. His tongue swept past her lips before she could protest, plunging into the warmth of her mouth.
Lirael’s resistance faltered in seconds. As if forgetting everything else, her hands, once pushing against his chest, rose and tangled in his hair. She deepened the kiss hungrily, their lips smacking wetly as her tongue lashed against his with surprising skill. Every ti he tried to pull back, she pressed harder, devouring him with desperate, needy movents until their breath mingled hot and heavy. Truth to be told she was just holding herself back from when Ethan had kissed Sylvie.
A faint trail of saliva connected them when she finally broke for air, her chest heaving.
Sylvie had been frozen this whole ti, watching with her face red as fire. Her wide eyes trembled with a mix of shock and curiosity.
I-is that... how it’s done? she thought, her heart racing. She looks... happy doing it. Would it feel the sa for ...?
It took another heartbeat for Lirael to rember they weren’t alone. Her eyes darted sideways—and t Sylvie’s stunned stare.
Her entire body jerked, and she shoved herself up, her lips still glistening.
"W-wait! Sylvie, I—I wasn’t—!"
Ethan laughed, low and wicked.
"No use, Lirael. She saw everything. Including how much you enjoyed it."
Her hands flew to her face, muffling a groan.
"Arghh... my image is ruined..."
Sylvie didn’t laugh at her, though. Instead, she lowered her gaze, a small smile tugging at her lips. The warmth of their bond—awkward, embarrassing, but strangely real—made her feel safer. More at ease. She nestled a little closer into Ethan’s chest.
Ethan tilted his head toward her, his eyes gleaming in the dim lamplight.
"Don’t worry, Sylvie... your ti will co soon. You’ll end up just as corrupted as she is."
"Wha—!" Lirael squeaked, yanking the blanket over her head to hide.
But Sylvie didn’t flinch. Her fingers tightened slightly around his neck, and a quiet determination shone in her eyes.
She relaxed more in Ethan hold and after a little rustle she nested in more comfortable position.
With his long awaited two pillows by his side he finally closed his eyes satisfied.
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