Reincarnated in a Eroge Game With a SSS-Rank Taming System-Chapter 28: Step - Corrupting Romie Elowen

My fingers slid slowly beneath the folds of Morgana’s dress, tracing the soft skin of her thigh with deliberate care. Every time I moved closer to where she wanted me most, she arched her hips and let out the faintest whimper—like a good girl desperate to obey, yet desperate for more.

Her eyes fluttered shut as I leaned down and kissed along her collarbone, unfastening the lace at her neckline with my free hand.

"You’re shaking," I whispered, watching her lips part in response. "Is that fear, or excitement?"

"E-Excitement," she confessed in a trembling breath, her cheeks flushed pink. "I’ve never felt... this way before..."

I grinned against her skin.

"I know. That’s what makes this fun."

I slowly pulled the top of her dress down, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her shoulders. Her chest rose and fell with every shaky inhale, her body completely at my mercy now. She didn’t try to stop me. She didn’t want to.

"You’re so beautiful when you submit," I murmured, kissing down the center of her chest, trailing slow heat along her skin. My hands teased the edges of her undergarments, slipping beneath the fabric just enough to drive her crazy—but never enough to satisfy.

Her back arched as I dragged my fingertips upward, tracing the curve of her waist, then stopping right above the swell of her breasts. Her body trembled.

"Master... please..."

She was begging now. Not just with her voice—but with every inch of her body, every twist of her hips, every rapid heartbeat against my chest.

"Good girl," I whispered, finally slipping the last clasp loose. "You’ve earned this."

I peeled the fabric away, revealing her bare chest to the cool air. Her nipples were already hard, aching for attention. I took my time, leaning down and flicking my tongue across one, drawing a desperate moan from her lips.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the heat between them unbearable now. I slid one hand down again, this time moving beneath the final barrier of clothing. She gasped as my fingers finally found her soaked and ready.

"So wet for me..." I murmured, my voice laced with amusement. "And I’ve barely touched you."

She tried to respond, but her words dissolved into moans as I pressed my fingers against her entrance—slowly, firmly—teasing without entering.

I kissed her lips at last, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, her body trembling with the need to be taken. To be used by her Master.

But just as I slipped one finger inside her, just as her body tensed in anticipation of more—

Knock knock.

The door creaked open.

"Zale? Are you—"

Romie’s voice stopped abruptly as the door swung open and her eyes landed on us.

Morgana’s bare chest.

My hand between her legs.

Her flushed, breathless face.

My body hovering above hers.

For a moment, none of us moved.

Romie just stood there, wide-eyed and blinking.

I stared back, unfazed, my body still pinning Morgana down.

Morgana, however—

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Oh. Oh gods.

My heart stopped the moment I saw her—Romie Elowen, standing there like a phantom, her lips slightly parted in shock.

I should have felt ashamed.

I should have been humiliated, scrambling to cover myself, hiding my nakedness behind trembling hands.

But instead...

My core clenched even tighter.

My breath caught not from fear, but from the thrill of being seen. Exposed. Claimed.

Zale’s hand was still inside me, and gods, I didn’t want him to stop.

Even as Romie stared at me.

Even as my face turned crimson and I bit my lip in horror.

Because deep down... somewhere twisted and hidden...

...I liked it.

I liked that she saw how much control Zale had over me.

That she saw me like this: needy, panting, spread out under him like a toy he could play with whenever he wanted.

It made my thighs squeeze tighter around his wrist.

It made the heat between my legs worse.

I wanted more.

Even now.

Even with her watching.

What’s wrong with me?

My breath hitched, and I couldn’t meet her eyes. But I also didn’t cover myself.

I didn’t move at all.

I just lay there, flushed, shaking, aching—waiting to see what he would do next.

Because I didn’t care anymore.

I was his.

And if he wanted to play with me in front of someone else...

...I’d let him.

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Zale’s POV

Romie didn’t scream.

Didn’t slam the door.

Didn’t run.

She just... stood there.

Her cheeks flushed with color, eyes wide, lips parted in something between surprise and something far darker—something primal.

I tilted my head, watching her reaction carefully.

She wasn’t just shocked. No, there was a flicker in her gaze. Curiosity. Intrigue.

Desire.

Her eyes dipped—for just a moment—taking in the scene again.

Morgana, half-naked beneath me, panting.

My hand buried between her thighs.

The way her body trembled as if she’d collapse without my touch.

Romie swallowed hard.

The effect of my [Charm] should have hit her full-force, overwhelmed her with arousal and fogged her thoughts. But...

I felt it.

A resistance.

A tremble in the link.

The charm still worked, yes—but not as effortlessly as before. Her mind was pushing back. Her will was growing.

Impressive.

Unexpected.

But manageable.

Still resting atop Morgana’s shaking frame, I turned my head toward Romie, my voice low and measured.

"You’re late," I said calmly, as if I wasn’t in the middle of undressing a noblewoman.

Romie blinked again, forcing herself to speak. "I... I came to get you. Aria said you were here with Lady Morgana but I didn’t think—" She swallowed, cutting herself off.

"Didn’t think what?" I asked, tilting my head.

She hesitated.

"That you’d be..." Her eyes drifted again to Morgana, whose flushed face was buried against my shoulder, breath ragged. "That you’d be doing this."

"Is that a problem?" I asked, withdrawing my fingers slowly from Morgana’s heat. She whimpered softly, her body twitching in protest.

And the worst thing about all this, Romie couldn’t help but watch.