Is It Wrong for an Extra to Steal the Protagonist's Harem?-Chapter 72: I want a prize [18+]

"She’s gone," Emma whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation as she shifted her weight on my lap. She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her Academy uniform before rushing over, the pleated skirt riding high on her thighs. "It’s just the two of us now, Sir Alex. Since I accepted your mission, isn’t it reasonable to get a prize?"

I raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk touching my lips. "What? You haven’t even started the mission yet, and you want a prize already?"

"Yes!!" she insisted, her small hands gripping the front of my shirt desperately. "I want a prize... a consolation. For years, you never let me touch you. You even stopped talking to me after that main incident. And finally gods have listened to my prayers. You finally realized how much I love you. Now that you have finally changed, I can’t miss this chance."

Her golden eyes welled up with frantic, unshed tears. In the quiet intimacy of my room, the terrifying, obsessive yandere facade cracked completely, revealing the deeply insecure, terrified girl underneath.

"What if you wake up tomorrow and change again?" she whimpered, pressing her forehead against my chest, her voice breaking. "What if you realize I’m crazy and you hate me again? Please, Alex. Let me have this. Let me have you."

I felt a slight pang of sympathy mixed with the cold calculation of my survival in this world. I wrapped my arms around her trembling back, pulling her flush against me.

"Look at me, Emma," I commanded softly.

She lifted her tear-streaked face, her lips parted in desperate anticipation.

I cupped her cheek, my thumb gently wiping away a stray tear. "I’m not going to change back. The weak, foolish boy who ran away from his devoted fiancée is dead. I’m right here, and I’m not running from you ever again."

Emma let out a ragged gasp, her pupils dilating massively. "Really? You promise?"

"I promise," I murmured, leaning in. "Now, let me give you your prize."

I captured her lips in a deep, consuming kiss.

Emma melted instantly, letting out a soft, needy moan as she opened her mouth for me. Our tongues intertwined, timid at first on her end, but quickly growing frantic and hungry. We exchanged our saliva in a wet, messy rhythm as she tried to devour the physical affection she had been denied for half a decade.

My hands roamed down her spine, slipping beneath her uniform jacket. I gripped her small, perky ass. It was nowhere near Lily’s massive, overflowing proportions, but her petite frame had its own distinct perks. She was tight, compact, and fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. I squeezed her firm cheeks, kneading the soft flesh as she ground her hips unconsciously against my lap.

My hands went inside her pleated skirt, tracing the smooth skin of her upper thighs. She shivered violently into the kiss.

Breaking our lips apart just enough to breathe, my hands moved to the front of her uniform. I quickly unbuttoned her blouse, parting the fabric and unhooking her delicate white bra.

She was completely bare from the waist up. Compared to the Head Maid’s gravity-defying assets, Emma’s breasts were modest—but they were exquisitely shaped, firm, and flawlessly pale.

"Ah!" Emma arched her back, thrusting her chest forward as I cupped them gently.

"They’re perfect," I whispered, trailing hot kisses down the line of her neck and across her collarbone.

I leaned down, taking one of her tight, pink nipples into my mouth. I nibbled on it gently, swirling my tongue over the sensitive peak while gently squeezing the other breast with my hand.

"Alex! Oh my gods... Sir Alex..." Emma threw her head back, her fingers tangling desperately in my hair. Her breathing hitched, turning into high-pitched, stuttering gasps.

I didn’t rush. I wanted her completely pliant, her mind melted by pleasure. I trailed my lips lower, kissing a path down her flat stomach. I circled my tongue deliberately over her belly button, making her squirm on the bed, before hooking my fingers into the waistband of her skirt and cotton panties.

With a smooth motion, I pulled them down her legs and tossed them onto the floor.

She was completely naked, straddling my thighs, her pale, pristine skin glowing in the silver moonlight.

I gently pushed her backward so she was lying flat on the mattress, her knees bent and thighs parted for me. She was utterly flawless. A pure maiden who had fiercely saved herself entirely for the boy she was obsessed with.

I moved between her legs and leaned down.

"Sir Alex..." she whimpered, trying to cover her face with her hands, entirely overwhelmed by the sudden, intense exposure.

I gently grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. "Don’t hide from me, Emma."

I lowered my face and pressed my mouth directly against her clean, pink pussy.

"KYAAA!"

Emma shrieked softly, her entire body bowing off the mattress like a drawn string. I lapped at her slick folds, my tongue delving into her sweet nectar. She tasted like honey and pure arousal. I found her swollen clit and sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue against it with a relentless, driving rhythm.

"Alex! Stop! I’m going to... it’s too much!" she babbled wildly, her thighs clamping tightly around my head, trying to pull me deeper even as she begged me to stop.

I slid two fingers inside her wet entrance, slicking them with her own juices. She was incredibly tight, her internal muscles spasming and milking my digits the moment I entered her. I curled my fingers upward, gently stretching her, mimicking the rhythm of my tongue.

"You’re so wet for me, Emma," I praised against her dripping folds.

"Please," she sobbed, looking down at me with glazed, desperate golden eyes, her chest heaving. "I’m ready. I don’t want your fingers anymore. I want you."

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