Fated to Die to the Player, I'll Live Freely with My SSS-Class Ship!

I turned to the right, and saw Cassandra looking at us with a pained expression. She resembled a puppy abandoned by its owner, staring with pleading eyes, silently begging for attention.

I looked straight into her gaze, searching for clarity in her wavering expression, and sighed.

"Cassandra, I already gave you my answer. My mind won't change," I said, my tone laced with firm conviction. "You can either gracefully leave the room, stay there and watch, or join in. Your call."

"I... I..."

She hesitated, clearly torn and unable to reach a decision right away.

That fiery edge she had earlier—borderline aggression—completely melted away after being "refused" once. As expected, she's still young… inexperienced in more ways than one.

Thinking she'd need some time to reach a decision, I turned my attention back to the bitch lying in front of me. Eva.

Her eyes glistened with moisture, and her lips were pressed into a sharp frown.

She looked like she wanted to leap up and strangle me on the spot. But, as I guessed, she didn't move. She didn't resist. She quietly accepted the little "punishment" I was giving her.

*SLAP!*

I brought my palm down on her thigh again, a few more times. The skin was already reddened from the earlier hits, now marked with visible palm prints—like a bruise, a brand.

"A-Are you happy now, bastard...!" Eva growled, a fire in her voice—only for that frown to suddenly twist into a wicked smirk. "Then, my turn!"

In the blink of an eye, my world flipped—literally. And not horizontally, but vertically.

With a loud thud, my back slammed against the mattress, knocking the air from my lungs. For a second, I was stunned. That woman—she threw me. A shoulder throw while lying down? Ridiculous! If she seriously decided to fight back, I wouldn't stand a chance.

Before I could recover, a heavy weight pressed down on me, darkening my vision. When I opened my eyes, what greeted me was her glistening lower lips, practically dripping, hanging right above my face.

"...!"

Then, in one swift motion, my pants were pulled down.

Because of her ass blocking most of my view, I couldn't see what was happening below. Still, every sensation was clear. A hot, slightly damp hand wrapped itself tightly around my shaft, gripping with force—borderline painful.

'She said "my turn"... So this is what she meant?!'

This time, the roles were reversed. I was the one on the receiving end!

A rough, wet tongue trailed up the length of my shaft, from base to tip, swirling around the head with deliberate precision. My senses exploded, vision momentarily flashing white. Eva... she knew what she was doing!

Slowly, she engulfed the tip, her tongue swirling in a maddening rhythm. I could feel her saliva dripping down, mixing with the heat of my flesh, creating an overwhelming, intoxicating sensation.

I couldn't move. My body was frozen, save for my head and hands.

*SCHLUCK!*

She created a powerful suction, a deep vacuum that nearly drove me insane. The combination of her unrelenting grip and intense sucking blurred the line between pain and pleasure, leaving me in a daze.

Still... I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel amazing.

"Ugh...!"

Out of nowhere, she released the tip—only to shove the entire length down her throat. I could feel the pressure tighten, the depth of penetration mimicking something far more intimate. Shivers erupted up my spine as she twisted her head, exploring every inch as if savoring a feast.

"Shit..." I grunted.

I didn't want to admit it, but Eva had seized the momentum. Her skill wasn't average. Was it from experience?

Regardless, in a single move, I was made completely passive.

But even so... I'm not the type to take hits lying down.

*SLAP!*

I raised my hand and struck the full cakes before me. Her ass jiggled deliciously from the impact, the skin slowly turning pink where my palm landed. As I did, I noticed something dripping from her pussy.

Eva... was she turned on by being hit?

Without pausing, I slipped my fingers between her thighs, prying her lips covered in red hair apart. Her juices flowed freely, practically streaming from her—like a faucet left running. Her whole body shuddered, twitching violently.

"Did you... just cum?" I asked, unable to hide the smugness in my tone.

With just a single touch, she climaxed!

"Shyuup! N-No... I...!" Eva tried to deny it, her voice muffled and shaky, but I didn't let her continue.

"I'm not done yet—!"

Keeping her lips parted with my thumb, I guided her hips downward. My tongue reached forward, tasting the sweet nectar of her arousal—slightly salty from sweat, but intoxicating all the same.

My tongue plunged deep, flicking and twisting inside her. Eva's body quaked. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed, resting her full weight atop me. "W-Wait... Time o...!" she gasped, her voice fragmented, desperate—but I ignored her plea.

I devoured her with no mercy, letting instinct guide me.

*SLURP!* *SLURP!*

I licked, sucked, and even gave gentle nibbles to her clit. Each time I did, more juices flowed, drenching my face. But Eva's expression was the real spectacle. Her face was flushed, eyes glazed, mouth half-open in breathless surrender.

Her legs spread wider on their own, her body crying out for more. She was no longer in control.

"Ahh... Ha... I-I'm...!"

And just as she was reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, with a big one about to arrive, her insides clenching tightly—

—I pulled my tongue out and stopped.

"...!"

Eva, confused, fell to her side as her body trembled. I saw her face—smeared with tears and saliva, a chaotic mess of emotion and exhaustion. Her hazy golden eyes looked up at me, silently asking why I stopped. Pleading for me to continue.

But I just smiled.

"I told you, I'll be punishing you," I said, emphasizing each word slowly. "How can it be a punishment if you enjoyed yourself before I even climaxed once~?"

"Kuh...!"

Eva finally understood. Her expression shifted, confirming that realization.

She knew now what was coming. That I would push her right to the edge—then stop. I would tease her until she was trembling, and leave her hanging, unable to finish. Proof of that came when her shaky hands moved between her legs, trying to dig into her own pussy, desperate to climax even if she had to do it herself.

But we both knew... it wouldn't be enough.

She couldn't make herself cum that way. Not after all that I did.

Her face turned pitiful, so pitiful it looked like she might burst into tears at any moment. She understood she couldn't reach climax on her own, and that drove her to desperation. She rolled over, lying face-down, and raised her ass high in the air with the last of her strength.

She couldn't wait anymore.

"P-Please... Arthur...! Make me cum...!"

"..."

Honestly, I was reaching my own limits. My dick throbbed painfully, engorged with blood to the point of aching. I stared at her pussy, now spread open by her own trembling fingers, exposing everything.

"...Alright."

I gave a slight nod, moving forward—only to be tugged back.

It happened so suddenly, I wasn't able to brace for it. Luckily, it was just a light pull, not enough to throw me off balance or send me falling onto the bed.

As I leaned back in surprise, a face appeared in front of mine, and something soft pressed against my lips. Something warm, wet, and rough brushed across them. A tongue, desperately moving, clumsily trying to taste me.

I didn't resist. I let her take what she wanted. I couldn't clearly see her face from the angle, but I knew—without a doubt—it was Cassandra. The way her tongue moved, unrefined and anxious, was enough proof.

Still, I could feel it: her desperate longing, the raw attempt to show me her love. As if she was afraid I'd slip away.

"Puhah...! Haaa..."

I didn't know how long it lasted, but eventually she pulled back, gasping for breath. Her body shook, and her chest heaved with every pant, every drawn-out inhale.

Her trembling blue eyes locked onto mine, filled with a swirling mix of emotions.

"I... I love you, Arthur. That, at least, won't change!" she said, voice tight with emotion. "And I... I don't want to see you doing it with another woman but me!"

I smiled softly. Her words were messy, but honest—sincere. Still, the boundary needed to be set.

I pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing her body against mine. My lips moved to her ear, and I whispered, "That's fine and all... but I'm not yours. You can't order me around."

Her body flinched as my breath tickled her ear. I knew she wanted to object. Maybe she thought of using her divine command—to force me into submission, to make me hers through power alone…

But I also knew she wouldn't. Deep down, she wanted something genuine. For me to choose her, not because of control, but because I truly wanted her. If she wanted obedience, she could've used her powers long ago. But she didn't.

She wanted to win me over with nothing but her own charisma.

She, like Eva, had lost her advantage the moment she fell for me.

"B-But still... I hate it!" Cassandra growled, voice cracking as tears welled up. "If you want to fuck someone, then fuck me first!"

"Is that an order?" I asked, my voice cold and flat.

I didn't wait for her reply.

My hands moved swiftly, swiping at her pajama top and yanking it open. The loosely fastened buttons scattered across the bed as her massive breasts bounced free, no less stunning than Eva's.

They were gorgeous—plump, flushed pink, and the nipples shyly hiding, inverted.

I leaned in, supporting her back with one hand, and made her kneel before me. I opened my mouth and took one of her nipples inside, sucking with fervent hunger.

"HmmM~!"

Cassandra jolted, her body arching from the sudden stimulation. She was sensitive, far more than I expected. But I didn't stop. After all, she said it herself. If I wanted to fuck someone, I should choose her first.

And I don't hold back.

"A-Arthur...!"

But we weren't alone.

Eva, who had been left out of the moment, finally broke. She crawled toward us, slipping between me and Cassandra, reaching for my cock with both hands.

She grasped it gently at first, but then began stroking with purpose—wanting to make her presence known. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through me, making my knees weak.

And she didn't stop there.

In one motion, she swallowed me whole, taking me deep into her throat once again.

In that moment, my thoughts scattered.

Who do I choose first?