Mikasa stepped out of the bedroom, a soft trail of steam following her from the bathroom.
Tiny droplets of water still clung to her collarbones and the tops of her shoulders, catching the warm light of the living area.
She had changed into a pair of tight black shorts that hugged the curve of her hips and the length of her thighs without mercy, and a small dark crop top that wrapped snugly around her full breasts.
She wore nothing underneath. The thin fabric made the shape of her pink nipples faintly visible every time she moved.
Eren looked up from the table he had just finished setting. Whatever he had been about to say stayed in his throat.
His eyes moved over her in a slow, open sweep—shoulders, the soft swell of her breasts under the crop top, the narrow strip of skin between the top and the waistband of her shorts, the way the black fabric clung to her.
Even after the other women he had been with since they opened the relationship, the sight of his wife still hit him hardest. She remained the most beautiful, the most naturally sexy person he knew.
Mikasa noticed the way he was looking at her. A quiet, pleased warmth settled in her chest. She liked that his gaze still lingered on her like this. She walked toward the table at an unhurried pace, letting him look.
"Dinner ready?" she asked, voice light.
"Yeah." Eren cleared his throat and pulled her chair out for her, the small habit remaining even after everything that had changed between them. "Sit. Before it gets cold."
They ate together the way they usually did when the day had been long—talking about ordinary things. Eren asked how the endless stream of petitioners had gone.
Mikasa told him about the parade of minor lords offering daughters and loyalty in the same breath, and about how many of them seemed more nervous than sincere.
He told her about the administrative work he had been given in the capital's new logistics office, how strange it still felt to live so close to the castle, and how the neighbors were carefully polite to anyone known to serve under Minato.
All the while his eyes kept drifting back to her. To the way the crop top shifted when she reached for her glass. To the soft bounce of her breasts when she laughed at something he said.
To the water that still hadn't fully dried at the base of her throat.
Mikasa felt every glance and returned them with quiet enjoyment, the earlier tension from the office softening under the familiar rhythm of being home with him.
She only ate a small portion of the stir-fry. After a while she stood, went to the freezer, and returned with a small container of ice cream.
She sat again and took a slow spoonful, watching him over the rim of the container.
Eren frowned lightly.
"You barely touched dinner. You should eat more than that."
Mikasa paused with the spoon halfway to her mouth. The playful atmosphere in the room shifted.
She set the ice cream down, folded her hands on the table, and looked at him properly.
"Eren. I need to tell you something. And I need you to be completely honest with me."
The change in her tone made him straighten. He put his chopsticks down and met her eyes.
"All right."
"I want you to know first that whatever you decide, I'll follow it," she said. Her voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of careful seriousness.
"You don't have to feel pressured. Just tell me your real feeling. If you say no, I'll tell him, and that will be the end of it."
Eren's shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly.
"Okay. Tell me what it is."
Mikasa held his gaze.
"It's Minato."
The name alone was enough.
Eren's expression didn't change much on the surface, but something tightened behind his eyes.
The memory of the last time rose whether he wanted it or not—the sound of Mikasa's voice when Minato was inside her, the way her body had moved, the wet, helpless noises she had made that she almost never made with him.
That day he had understood, with painful clarity, why she kept returning to Minato and why she allowed the boundaries of their relationship to keep stretching.
The pleasure Minato gave her was simply on a different level.
Mikasa saw the shift in his face.
She didn't stop.
"He wants to do what we did last time," she said quietly. "He wants to have sex with me in front of you again. Tonight. If you don't want that, I'll tell him to go home. I mean it."
Eren was silent for several long seconds.
Inside his mind the calculation was colder than he wanted her to see. Minato was no longer only the man who shared his wife's bed.
He was the man who had taken the capital, removed the Daimyo, and now ruled the Land of Fire. The power difference had grown sharply.
Refusing him outright carried risks that had not existed before. What would happen if Minato decided their quiet arrangement had become inconvenient? What would happen to both of them?
He kept every one of those thoughts off his face.
Mikasa watched him process it.
She had expected a clear refusal.
Part of her had even prepared for it. And yet, deeper than she wanted to admit, a selfish, hungry part of her hoped he would say yes. She wanted Minato's cock inside her again.
She wanted the overwhelming stretch and the way he made her mind go blank. The thought made her feel guilty, but it also made her cunt throb quietly under the tight black shorts.
Eren finally spoke.
"Okay. You can."
Mikasa blinked.
"I can?"
The surprise in her voice was genuine. She had truly expected him to say no.
"Are you sure?" she asked carefully.
"Yeah. I'm sure." He met her eyes.
"But there's a condition."
She waited.
"I want the same freedom in our home," Eren said. "I've been with other women, but not here. Not in our bed. Even when you found that lingerie earlier, I still felt like I was crossing a line you hadn't fully given me. From now on I want to be able to bring them here. Fuck them in our bed if I want to. Same as what you're asking for with him."
The request hung between them.
Until now the open relationship had been real, but the marital bed had remained an unspoken boundary for him. He was removing it.
Mikasa studied his face for a moment. Then she nodded once.
"Okay. If that's what you want, then yes."
The agreement settled over the table like a quiet, irreversible change. Neither of them looked away. The ice cream in front of Mikasa had begun to melt. The remains of dinner sat cooling between them.
Outside, the capital night continued as usual. Inside the house Minato had given them, the two of them had just redrawn the lines of their marriage a little further.
Eren exhaled slowly.
"When is he coming?"
"He said tonight." Mikasa's voice was softer now. "I'll message him that the answer is yes… with your condition attached, so he understands the full picture."
Eren gave a short, humorless huff of breath that was almost a laugh.
"I'm sure he'll be thrilled."
"Probably."
They sat in silence for a little while longer. The earlier playful warmth of the evening had not disappeared completely, but it now existed alongside something heavier and more complicated.
Mikasa reached across the table and briefly covered Eren's hand with hers. He turned his palm upward and let their fingers rest together.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
He didn't ask for what. Both of them already knew.
After a moment she stood, collected the nearly melted ice cream, and went to put it away.
Eren watched the way the tight black shorts moved with her hips, the way the crop top still clung to her breasts, the small droplets of water that had not yet dried on her skin.
Desire and resignation and a sharp edge of something like anticipation moved through him in equal measure.
Mikasa returned to the table, rested a hand on his shoulder, and leaned down to press a slow kiss to his temple.
"I'm going to get ready," she said against his skin. "You don't have to stay in the room if you change your mind. You can still say no."
"I won't change my mind."
She lingered there a second longer, then straightened and walked back toward the bedroom.
Eren remained at the table, staring at the half-finished dinner, listening to the soft sounds of her moving around their room as she prepared for the man who would soon walk through their front door.
The night had only just begun.
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