Chapter 108: Phoebe's Variation Entrance!
Haha, the situation really took a sudden turn for the worse!
Cartethyia sat astride Aeron, her face flushed crimson, hands braced against his chest, golden hair disheveled as it cascaded down, rigidly maintaining this posture.
Meanwhile, Phoebe, who should have been asleep in bed, stood nearby, watching the two before her with cold eyes.
In her haste, Phoebe still wore her pristine priestess robes, though not neatly arranged. Beneath her skirt, the delicate white tights shimmered faintly under the moonlight, hinting at the healthy flesh tone beneath and the marks on her thighs.
Now, unable to advance or retreat, Cartethyia's mind went completely blank.
What do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do… I've been seen… Phoebe saw me like this…!
Well, do your best.
Don't just brush off the topic so easily!
But now wasn't the time to argue with Fleurdelys about this.
Cartethyia could still feel the strange fullness inside her and… a peculiar throbbing.
The pleasure from Aeron pressing against her lower abdomen earlier hadn't fully subsided and was now stirring within her once more.
"Ph-Phoebe, listen to my explana—"
"Even like this… you still want to explain?"
The only response she received was Phoebe's darkened expression.
Right, after being caught like this, no explanation would work!
"Th-then, can you calm down a little…?"
"I am very calm, Miss Cartethyia… I heard you clearly earlier when you said, 'Don't stop…'"
"Th-th-th-this…"
Cartethyia's already flushed face turned even redder.
Meanwhile, Aeron lay beneath her, covering his face with both hands. He peeked through his fingers at the current situation, then covered his face even more tightly.
First, Phoebe made a move, then Cartethyia, and now both of them together.
Only Aeron was left suffering.
…Kids, I might as well just die.
No, if you die, what would we watch?
And reality, of course, wouldn't go as Aeron wished.
"Senior."
Phoebe's voice softened slightly, but her gaze remained fixed intently on Aeron.
"You said… you'd stay with me forever, right?"
"R-right?"
Aeron looked at Phoebe through his fingers. Under the moonlight, the girl appeared especially fragile yet stubborn.
Perhaps due to the atmosphere, the neatly worn priestess robes on Phoebe instead accentuated a contradictory sense of restraint and danger.
Phoebe's fingers clutched tightly at her skirt, her knuckles turning white. Her pale purple pupils stared fixedly at Aeron, as if trying to pull him in.
"I was the one who came first… whether it's staying by your side or falling in love first…"
Her socks, and the chanting of scriptures.
But why is it so overwhelming?
"Before, you always told me, 'Be obedient'… that's why I've tried so hard until now…"
…Damn, I really did say that.
Phoebe shifted forward, her knees sinking into the sofa cushions. Her white tights revealed the delicate texture of the fabric, and the tips of the socks tightened slightly due to her posture, outlining the shape of her toes.
"..."
Phoebe's voice suddenly carried a hint of a sob.
"You always put yourself in danger, always hide things from me, always... always let others get close to you first."
As she spoke, she gently brushed Aeron's hand aside and looked at his face.
"During the Capollo incident, it was Carlotta and Miss Zani by your side. For the Golden Anthem poetry club investigation, it was Miss Ciaccona. When you went to Fisalia, it was Lady Cantarella... Even when fighting the Leviathan in Avinoleum, I could only wait for news from the rear."
As she spoke, Phoebe's tears began to flow uncontrollably.
...But how did you know all this?
Aeron clearly remembered he hadn't told Phoebe about any of these things!
But Phoebe didn't seem to care about that. She just raised her head and looked directly into Aeron's eyes.
"I like you, senior."
She said this very softly, yet it was like a stone thrown into still water.
"I like you. So much that it hurts to see you injured, so much that I can't sleep all night when I hear you've taken another risk, so much that... even now, watching you with others, I can't bear to let go."
She reached out, her fingertips trembling, and gently touched Aeron's face.
Aeron blinked, finally snapping out of his daze. He looked at Phoebe's tear-streaked face, opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately closed it again.
Damn it!
"But—"
Phoebe suddenly smiled again. This time, there was no trace of the earlier stubbornness in her eyes—only Aeron.
"It's okay. Even if you have Miss Cartethyia by your side, Miss Carlotta, Miss Ciaccona... it's okay."
She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, her expression growing resolute once more.
"Because I will like you more than any of them. Care about you more than any of them. Need you... more than any of them."
The moment her words fell, she suddenly straightened up and—before Aeron or Cartethyia could react—straddled Aeron's face.
"????????"
Aeron's vision was instantly covered in pure white, and he couldn't even make a sound.
Phoebe's legs in white tights were right before his eyes, so close he could see the delicate weave of the fabric, feel the warmth of the girl's skin beneath the cloth, and smell that faint, unique scent of Phoebe—a mix of soap and a hint of sweetness.
Through the thin layer of white tights, she could clearly feel the heat of Aeron's breath. That warmth seeped through the fabric, making the skin around her thighs grow hot.
"Phoebe! You—get down now!" Cartethyia tried to pull Phoebe away, but her movements soon stopped.
Because Phoebe's hand suddenly reached over and pressed against Cartethyia's lower abdomen.
"—?!" Cartethyia trembled all over.
Phoebe's hand wasn't large, her palm warm. Through the thin layer of skin, Cartethyia could clearly feel the presence of that hand—and beneath it, the slight curve caused by the connection between the two of them.
"Here, Miss Cartethyia..." Phoebe whispered softly, her fingertips pressing gently against that softness, "I can feel Senior."
Her fingers pressed down with just the right amount of pressure, sensing the subtle bulge and pulse beneath. The motion made Cartethyia gasp sharply, her body tensing uncontrollably, her insides contracting violently—
"Ah...!" she let out a short cry, then quickly covered her mouth.
Aeron was also like a human.
Phoebe's voice carried a hint of small anger and irritation, "Miss Cartethyia clearly enjoys this too..."
"I... I don't..." Cartethyia's voice trembled with tears, but her body was terrifyingly honest—because of Phoebe's pressing, the stimulation from the touch on her lower abdomen, mixed with shame and intense pleasure, nearly made her faint.
Phoebe's fingers were skillful—or perhaps she was simply following her instincts, searching for the spot that would elicit the strongest reaction from Cartethyia. When her fingertip pressed against a particular point, Cartethyia's entire body tensed sharply, letting out another short cry.
"If you didn't like it, you wouldn't have run away..."
Phoebe's voice held a touch of coquettishness and dissatisfaction. Even though Cartethyia was mortified to the point of wanting to die, her body responded honestly.
She could feel the waves of intense stimulation from where Phoebe was pressing, could feel Aeron's presence inside her becoming clearer with her trembling, and could even feel the weight of Phoebe sitting on Aeron's face (?).
This realization left her mind blank.
"Senior now," Phoebe's voice carried a satisfied smile, "can only feel me."
As she spoke, she shifted her waist slightly.
The movement drew another whimper from Cartethyia. Because of Phoebe's shift, the hand pressing against Cartethyia's lower abdomen also moved, her fingertips sinking deeper into that softness, the pressure penetrating through skin and flesh, reaching deep within.
"Hah... Phoebe..." Cartethyia's voice was already choked with tears. Her hands gripped the sofa cushion tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
But Phoebe didn't stop.
Her fingertips traced gentle circles on Cartethyia's lower abdomen, pressing down, occasionally using her knuckles to nudge that subtle bulge. Every touch made Cartethyia's body tremble violently, drawing sweet, fragmented sounds from her lips.
And at this moment, Aeron, caught between the two, remained in a state of mental blankness.
Hmm, the white stockings look nice. At least Phoebe has developed well...
Wait, what am I thinking?!
He tried to push those untimely thoughts out of his mind, but the scent from Phoebe, the delicate texture of the white stockings, Cartethyia's trembling body, and her sweet, pleading voice were all wearing down his resolve.
Even worse, Phoebe seemed unsatisfied with merely sitting on his face.
She began to sway her waist gently.
The movement was slow and light, almost like an unconscious grind. But through the thin white stockings, Aeron could clearly feel the warmth and softness of the skin at the base of her thighs, the faint rustling sound of the fabric rubbing, and even...
Wait, this position—
"Senior..." Phoebe's voice came from above, carrying suppressed gasps. "Did you know... ever since you came back, I've been thinking about you..."
Her words trailed off, but the swaying of her waist grew slightly more pronounced.
"...like this."
The rustling sound of fabric rubbing grew clearer. Aeron could feel the muscles in her thighs tightening slightly, could feel her lower lips gradually warming from the friction, even through the fabric he could sense...
Gah! I will suffocate at this rate...
And Phoebe clearly noticed his reaction. She let out a soft laugh, the sound tinged with a sense of triumphant pleasure.
"Senior's body is quite honest too."
As she spoke, she finally moved away from Aeron's face, kneeling back on the sofa. But her hand remained pressed against Cartethyia's abdomen, while her other hand reached toward herself—
Phoebe unfastened the bottom few buttons of her priest's robe, lifting the hem slightly to reveal the waistband of the white tights beneath. The lace trim clung tightly to her slender waist, shimmering with a soft luster under the moonlight.
Then, her fingers hooked onto the edge of the lace, gently pulling it down just a little.
Just enough for Aeron to see the faint red marks left by the waistband pressing into her abdomen, and the small patch of pale skin just below the waistband.
"Miss Cartethyia," Phoebe looked toward the still-trembling Cartethyia, her eyes filled with amusement, "please continue~"
"C-continue what..." Cartethyia's voice trembled.
"What you were doing earlier, of course," Phoebe said matter-of-factly. "Miss Cartethyia and senior haven't finished yet, right?"
Her hand pressed against Cartethyia's abdomen again, this time with more force.
"—!" Cartethyia arched her entire body sharply, letting out a short, sharp cry.
Phoebe watched her reaction with satisfaction, then leaned down, bringing her lips close to Cartethyia's ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Miss Cartethyia... you're actually enjoying this, aren't you?"
Her breath brushed against Cartethyia's ear, making her tremble again.
"Being watched, being heard, being touched... your body like this..." Phoebe's fingertip traced gentle circles over the bulge of her lower abdomen. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
Cartethyia bit her lip, refusing to answer. But her flushed eyes and rapid breathing betrayed her.
Where did Phoebe learn all these things?! (Ciaccona: Thinking about me?)
"It's okay," Phoebe's voice was gentle. "Because I'm the same as Miss Cartethyia."
As she spoke, her fingers finally left Cartethyia's abdomen, instead moving to support her waist.
"So, continue," Phoebe whispered softly, as if encouraging, yet also commanding. "Let senior... feel it properly too."
Cartethyia looked at her, emerald eyes misty with moisture, then met Aeron's gaze.
This girl has completely given up on thinking!
After a few seconds of silence, Cartethyia also closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Since things have come to this, might as well go through with it—no holding back now!
Then, Cartethyia began to move. At first, it was slow and awkward. But soon, instinct took over. Her movements grew faster, more forceful, her long golden hair flying with the rhythm, tracing chaotic arcs in the moonlight.
Phoebe knelt beside her, watching, her hand gently resting on Cartethyia's waist as if helping her maintain balance. Her gaze fell downward, her purple eyes flickering with a complex light—curiosity, desire, and a hint of barely perceptible envy.
"Miss Cartethyia… was really this repressed?"
"Mmm… Why are you just like that guy!"
"Miss Cartethyia was… enjoying it just now, wasn't she?" she said, her fingertips pressing harder. "Why are you getting shy now?"
Cartethyia couldn't answer. Or rather, she no longer had the strength to reply. Phoebe's touch, Aeron's presence inside of her, and the pleasure steadily building deep within her body—all of it intertwined, pushing her to the brink of collapse.
Her movements grew increasingly erratic, her breathing more and more ragged, until at one moment—
Cartethyia threw her head back, her neck arching taut, releasing a stifled, unbearably sweet whimper.
Then her entire body went limp, collapsing onto Aeron's chest as she gasped heavily for breath.
Phoebe's hand still rested on her chest, her fingertips unconsciously stroking that softness.
She looked at Cartethyia's flushed face, her dazed eyes, and her slightly parted lips panting rapidly. Phoebe's purple eyes darkened.
A few seconds later, she withdrew her hand and knelt upright again.
"Well," she said softly, her gaze shifting to Aeron, "it's my turn, Senpai."
Before Aeron could recover from the shock of what had just happened, he saw Phoebe begin to undo the remaining buttons of her priestess robe.
The white outer garment slipped off, revealing an equally white undergarment beneath. The undergarment was thin, almost transparent in the moonlight, clearly outlining the slender figure of the girl beneath and the slight rise of her chest.
Phoebe didn't fully remove her clothes, merely letting the front hang open to expose her shoulders and collarbone. Then, she looked at Aeron, her purple eyes startlingly bright under the moonlight.
"Senpai," she said, "I like you."
Then came a sweet smile that Aeron would never forget for the rest of his life.
It held no possessiveness or lust—just the sweetest smile a girl could give to the one she loved.
Then, Phoebe leaned down and kissed Aeron.
This kiss was different from Cartethyia's, and different from Fleurdelys's too. It was clumsy, awkward, even bumping against her teeth. But Phoebe was persistent. She sucked at his lips hard, clumsily pried open his lips, her tongue slipping in to entangle with his in a haphazard way.
As if confirming something, or as if declaring something.
After a long while, she finally pulled back, a faint glimmer of moisture still clinging to the corner of her lips.
"Senpai is mine," she whispered. "Even if there's Miss Cartethyia, Miss Zani, Miss Ciaccona… there must be a place in Senpai's heart that belongs to me."
Her hand caressed Aeron's cheek, her fingertips lightly tracing the contours of his face.
"Otherwise…" Phoebe's voice suddenly dropped, tinged with a hint of sadness, "I'd be very sad."
Aeron, who had always remained silent, finally moved as he looked at Phoebe like this.
He slowly placed his hand on Phoebe's head, gently ruffling her smooth golden hair.
"You're my important junior, of course I'd do this."
"!?"
Having received his answer, Phoebe seemed to make a decision. She straightened up, then—under the gaze of Aeron and the still-panting Cartethyia—slowly lowered her hips on Aeron's length.
"This is all... your fault, senior..."
"Mhmm..."
At this point, even if Aeron were the most clueless person, he wouldn't say anything about stopping.
What else was there to say? Let the battle begin!
Afterwards, in the unlit room, only the entanglement of three shadows remained.
"Senior... I like you..."
And...
"You actually like this kind of pervert?!"
There were the coquettish protests of two young girls.
As for Aeron, who was taken turns with all night:
He had no complaints.