Unlike the others, Aria wasn’t someone who enjoyed showing affection or doing anything naughty in front of others.
That just wasn’t who she was.
She cherished intimacy—private, soft, personal.
The idea of doing something like that in front of everyone?
Absolutely mortifying!
She’d rather do anything her darling asked of her behind closed doors, alone with him… not with all their future “sisters” watching… excluding her mother of course!
And after seeing Liora’s completely satisfied face—her cheeks flushed, her lips curled into a smug smile as she rubbed her belly like she’d just finished a grand feast—Aria grew even more nervous.
Would she be expected to do that too?
Not that she minded doing such things for Aether… of course not.
But doing it in front of others?
Even if these women were going to be her companions—her future sisters in this strange shared love… it was just too much for her right now.
“A-Aether… W-why don’t we go to our room?” Aria asked quickly, her voice trembling as her legs instinctively clung tighter around his hips. His strong hands still held her thighs firmly, easily keeping her in place like she weighed nothing.
Aether tilted his head, smirking slightly. “Our room? Hmm… but wouldn’t it be more fun to do it here?” he teased with a low, sultry voice. “Let everyone see how much you love me~”
Then he rested his head against her chest, eyes closed with a soft, needy sigh, almost like a child seeking warmth.
Aria gulped. His words lit something inside her—everyone will know how much you love me—it stirred a strange and unfamiliar pride.
Yes, she wanted them to know.
She wanted every single woman in this room to know she loved him the most.
More than anyone!
More than any of these bitches ever could!!
But showing it so bluntly? In front of everyone?
…No, that wasn’t right. Right?
Aria forced a soft smile, her fingers gently caressing his cheek as she whispered, “I-I don’t mind, but… my love is only for you, darling~” Her voice was sweet, laced with innocent affection, but her eyes sparkled with a quietly fierce possessiveness, a silent he’s mine.
Aether blinked, clearly amused by her attempt to sway him. But after a brief pause, he nodded with a small, dramatic sigh. “Well… if you say so,” he said with exaggerated defeat.
Aria exhaled in relief, her body visibly relaxing. She hadn’t expected him to agree so easily.
She gently shifted in his arms, preparing to slide down. “Anyway, let me go—”
But before she could wriggle free—
“~ahh~”
She gasped when his hand came up and fondled her ass firmly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
“A-Aether?!” she squeaked, her face going bright red in a flash.
Aether smiled up at her innocently, like a puppy that just got caught with its nose in the cookie jar. “I’m hungry,” he said in a soft, pitiful tone before burying his face between her breasts, nuzzling like an abandoned child seeking comfort.
Aria blinked, heat spreading through her as she realized… he really was hungry. He hadn’t eaten properly tonight with everything that had been going on.
Her fingers slid into his hair gently, brushing his locks. “Don’t worry… I’ll feed you,” she whispered with a warm smile. “Now let me down, okay?”
But—
Aether shook his head stubbornly, arms tightening around her. “Don’t wanna~” he whined playfully, clinging to her like a spoiled boy refusing to let go of his favorite toy.
Aria blushed even deeper as she noticed the others looking on—some amused, some curious.
Their gazes made her skin tingle with self-consciousness.
“C-Come on, Aether… How else am I supposed to feed you?” she asked gently, using her softest mommy voice as she reached up and gave his cheek a playful pinch.
Thalia, meanwhile, blinked in disbelief—again. Watching this man shift from raw, dominating beast to this clingy, needy, spoiled boy in mere seconds made her question reality.
‘Just what’s wrong with this man?!’ she wondered, bewildered… and maybe a little flustered.
Aether tilted his head at Aria’s question, “Like this,” he replied with a cheeky smirk, giving her thighs a slight bounce in his grip—making it very clear he thought her perched on him like this was the perfect way to do everything.
Aria blushed deeper, her fingers twitching against his shoulders. “C-Come on, Aether… I can’t believe this. You’re way too spoiled, you know that?” she murmured in an amused tone, shaking her head lightly.
Just as she was about to tell him to pick up some food—
“Here.”
Aether suddenly handed her that bottle.
The same dark, dangerous alcohol—the one responsible for all the chaos earlier.
Aria stared at it like it was a ticking time bomb. “You… want this?” she asked, blinking. Her soul practically floated out of her body as she looked at the bottle in her hand.
Aether nodded eagerly, eyes twinkling with an innocent, “It tastes really good, you know… I’ve never had anything like it before.” His lips curved in a smile that was far too innocent to trust. “Come on, feed me~”
Aria’s hands trembled slightly. “Aether, you’ve already drunk enough… probably more than enough,” she said quickly, her voice dropping as she thought about the earlier madness.
She couldn’t even bring herself to say what she feared might happen next.
Her body shuddered…. just a mere thought!
But Aether was persistent—unreasonably so. He looked at her with those pleading eyes, and she simply couldn’t say no.
Not when he clung to her like that, not when his warmth had already seeped into her skin.
“Fine,” she sighed, reluctantly taking the bottle and tilting it toward his lips.
Only… he didn’t drink it.
“What? Why aren’t you drinking?” she frowned, confused.
Aether tilted his head, then slowly smiled—no, smirked—and the grin that followed was pure wickedness, “I told you to feed me, darling~”
“I-I am feeding you, aren’t I?” she replied, flustered, her voice cracking just slightly… feeling something wrong!
Aether shook his head, his eyes narrowing with teasing intensity. “That’s not how you feed a man… I’m not a damn child, my darling.” And with that, his hand came down and pinched her ass—hard.
“Ouch—!” Aria squeaked, jerking slightly in his grip.
Then she saw it.
That devilish grin that sent a shiver slicing down her spine. It wasn’t just a grin—it was a promise of what was to come.
‘Yep… that bastard is way too good at this,’ Thalia thought from the side, her eyes narrowing. For a moment, she’d wondered what was wrong with him—but now, it all made sense. That’s how womanizers operated.
Seduction, mischief, a little pain, and a lot of sweet madness.
Raven in the corner pouted… seeing this… she wanted that spoiled child, too!!
“A-Aether…?” Aria’s voice dropped into something small and nervous, like a soft whisper trying not to be heard.
Aether leaned in closer as he whispered darkly, “Feed me with your lips~”
His gaze dropped, hungry, locking onto her plump, trembling lips.
Aria swallowed hard. Her face was already burning, but now it felt like her entire body was made of fire. “N-No way… I can’t—”
But before she could even finish, Aether’s eyes flicked lower.
“Or…” he purred, “I could just drink it from here too, you know~”
His hand slid downward, fingers ghosting over the soft curve of her inner thigh, inching toward her core.
“~Ahh—W-Wait!!”
Aria’s whole body stiffened, her eyes going wide in panic and heat. That damn grin of his was back, gleaming like a devil’s.
She’d walked right into it… Again!!
She grit her teeth, cheeks on fire, before reluctantly nodding, “F-Fine…” Her voice was soft and trembling as she brought the dark bottle to her lips, taking a small sip.
She hesitated.
Then, eyes wide with embarrassment, she leaned closer and softly murmured, “Hmm?” motioning him forward.
Aether grinned like a predator offered a feast. He leaned in, mouth parting, and caught her lips in a slow, sultry kiss.
“~Hmmm~”
Their lips pressed together, soft and heated, as the alcohol began to trickle from her mouth into his—hot and bitter and intoxicating. Aether groaned softly, savoring it—not just the taste of the drink, but the taste of her.
His arms tightened around her possessively as his tongue slipped past her lips, deepening the kiss, drinking her down—both the liquor and her breath.
His lips sucked greedily, savoring every drop she offered him like it was a divine nectar made just for him.
And Aria?
She clung to him, shivering, her heart thudding wildly against his chest. Her face was flushed, breath coming in shallow gasps, the taste of him still lingering on her lips.
The shame… the warmth… the way he kissed her… it was all too much.
She slowly parted her lips again, cheeks still stained red, silently hoping—pleading—that maybe that was enough.
Maybe he’d be satisfied with just that one stolen moment.
But of course… he wasn’t.
Aether tilted his head, his eyes gleaming slyly, “What? That was just a single drop…” he said, his voice thick and teasing, “We’ve got a whole bottle, don’t we?”
Aria’s breath caught.
“W-What do you mean…?” she whispered, though she already knew exactly what he meant.
Aether leaned in, brushing his lips just under her jawline, letting them hover—hot, tantalizing—against her skin, “I want all of it,” he murmured, the hunger in his voice sending another tremble through her body,
“Every drop… from your lips… Slowly. Wet. Sweet.”
Aria’s thighs squeezed around his hips tighter without her meaning to. Her body betrayed her as a soft whimper escaped her lips. “T-That’s… ridiculous… there’s no way I—”
Before she could protest more, he brought the bottle to her mouth again, tilting it, just a bit. The strong scent hit her nose—dark, rich, burning.
His fingers stroked along her thigh lazily. “Come on, darling… open that pretty little mouth,” he coaxed, voice now dripping with authority, “and give it to me. Let me drink from you like a chalice… let everyone see who you belong to.”
Aria’s face burned. Her fingers trembled around the bottle.
Everyone was watching.
Thalia bit her lip, trying to pretend she wasn’t aroused. Maelona turned her face, but her flushed ears gave her away. Liora, still rubbing her belly with a lazy grin, looked far too smug about this whole thing.
Raven… she was pouting!!
Aria swallowed hard. Her pride warred with her desire… but in the end, his grip, his warmth, his words—they always won.
He made sure she was doing this to show them she was more important… he was just tricking her~
And she fell for that…
She slowly brought the bottle to her lips again, took a sip, and without waiting, leaned in—
Their mouths met again.
Hot. Wet. Shameless.