Damien stepped out of Loki's office and nearly walked straight into trouble of a different kind.
Ais stood just outside the door, hands folded at her front, golden eyes steady on him. Tiona leaned against the wall beside her, arms crossed, grin already forming like she'd been waiting for this exact moment.
"Damien," Ais said softly. "I heard Loki shouting. Is something wrong?"
He waved a hand dismissively. "Nothing you should worry about. Just typical Loki banter."
Ais studied him for a second longer than necessary. She'd heard the rumors. About the Pleasure District. About shadows moving where they shouldn't exist. And she had seen Damien fight. Seen enough to connect dots others couldn't.
But she didn't press.
Before the silence could thicken, Tiona clapped her hands together. "Anyway! Me and Ais were just heading out. Shopping time! Wanna join us?"
Damien raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across his face. "I've got time," he said after a moment. "Why not? Let's do it."
"Yaaay!" Tiona pumped a fist. "We'll call this a date!"
Ais's eyes snapped to her. "I claimed Damien's second date," she said flatly. "Tiona, you're cheating."
Tiona blinked, then laughed. "Maybe a little? We can share him, right?" She leaned closer to Damien. "Right?"
He shrugged, smiling. "I don't mind. As long as you two are okay with it."
Ais hesitated. Just a heartbeat.
"…Fine," she said.
Tiona grinned wider. "See? All settled!" She grabbed Ais by the wrist and started pulling her down the corridor. "Come on then, girls. Let's go before Loki finds another excuse to yell."
...
The "date" went exactly as Damien expected.
The moment the trio hit Babel Tower, the girls dashed straight into a boutique—not just any shop, but one specializing in fashionable armors. Armors designed to look sexy in battle. Damien still didn't understand the appeal, but apparently it was all the rage among female adventurers.
After they finished, they moved on to a high-end clothing store, one Damien recognized as a hotspot for Orario's elite. He didn't care about the crowd, following quietly while the girls picked outfits with gleeful abandon. Bags in hand, he trailed behind, acting as the faithful carrier. Eventually, they reached the changing booths.
"Damien… do you like this on me?" Ais asked, stepping out in a silk-fitted white blouse and a sleek black skirt.
Damien's chest warmed. "Yes… You look very nice, Ais… Wow."
Before he could breathe, Tiona emerged from her own booth. She wore a crop top with tight shorts, leaning toward him deliberately. "Ha… what about me?"
Damien blinked, heat creeping to his cheeks. "Wow… I mean… you look good."
Ais noticed immediately. Her eyes narrowed, annoyance flickering. She stormed back into her booth, muttering something about "competition."
Meanwhile, Tiona looped Damien's arms around her waist, pressing close. "Sexy enough for you?" she asked, her voice teasing.
"I mean… yeah… shit… I wasn't expecting this… but yeah…" Damien stammered, voice thick with surprise.
Then Ais reemerged.
"What about now?" she asked, stepping out.
Damien's jaw dropped. His hands slid away from Tiona's waist, who blinked at him, stunned.
Ais wore a flowy dress with a daring slit along her chest and left leg. Every curve and line was accentuated beautifully. Damien could only stare.
"Wow… I… I don't have words… Ais… You look… beautiful," he managed, voice low and awed.
Tiona's face flushed, irritation flaring. She stormed back into her own booth without a word.
Ais smiled, leaning closer to him. "You like this?"
Damien nodded, still speechless.
"How can I not?"
Then, without warning, she kissed his cheek. "Well… I've got something better. Wait here." And she disappeared back into the booth.
Damien exhaled, standing in the middle of the store, hands full of shopping bags, muttering to himself, "Wow… guess this is a competition. Good for me…"
...
The velvet curtain of Tiona's booth twitched. After a few tense, silent minutes, her face appeared in the gap, her forest-green eyes blazing with intent.
"Damien! Come here."
He crossed the short distance, the plush carpet muffling his steps. "What?"
Her hand shot out, fingers curling around his wrist. "Inside. Now."
Damien raised an eyebrow, casting a glance around the opulent, but now mercifully quiet, changing area. "Inside the booth?"
His question was cut short as she yanked him forward with Amazon strength. He stumbled into the intimate, lamp-lit space, the curtain swishing closed behind him. The air was warm, carrying the scent of her skin—sun-warmed stone and wild berries.
And then he saw her.
She stood before him, wearing only the bottom of a delicate pink bikini, a tiny scrap of silk riding low on her caramel hips. Her torso was bare, gloriously so. Her breasts were full and perky, tipped with nipples that were already hardened into tight, dusky peaks, begging for attention. She held the matching top in her hands, the strings dangling uselessly.
"I…" she began, a flush spreading across her chest and up her throat. "I didn't know how to tie the bra. Help?"
Her voice was a husky whisper, but her eyes held a challenge that was anything but helpless. Damien's gaze was dragged down, drinking in the perfect, tempting curve of her breasts, the way her nipples seemed to tighten further under his scrutiny. Heat flooded him, a sharp, insistent pull low in his gut.
"Fuck…" he breathed, the word a raw scrape of air.
A slow, knowing smile touched Tiona's lips. "Do I arouse you?"
"What do you think? Of cour—"
Her mouth crashed against his, swallowing the rest of his sentence. It wasn't a kiss of gentle exploration; it was a claiming. Her tongue delved deep, tangling with his in a wet, hungry dance. A groan rumbled in his chest. His hands, acting on pure instinct, came up to cup the heavy, perfect weight of her breasts. Her skin was fever-hot and impossibly soft. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, and she moaned into his mouth, the vibration shooting straight to his core.
Driven by a sudden, possessive urgency, he spun her, pushing her back against the padded wall of the booth. His mouth never left hers. One hand slid down from her breast, over the quivering plane of her stomach, to grasp the full, plump swell of her ass. He squeezed, earning another desperate sound from her throat. With a grunt of effort, he lifted her, pinning her against the wall as her legs instantly wrapped around his waist, locking him in place. The thin barrier of their clothes did nothing to hide the hard, urgent press of his erection against the damp silk of her bikini bottom. He kissed her deeper, harder, consumed by the taste of her, the feel of her.
But before the frenzy could escalate further, the curtain was ripped aside.
Cold air and stark light flooded the booth.
They broke apart, panting, heads turning toward the entrance.
Ais stood there.
Her golden hair seemed to crackle with static. Her usual placid expression was gone, replaced by a glacial, focused intensity that was far more terrifying than any shout. Her eyes, like molten gold, swept over them: Damien, flushed and breathing hard, with Tiona's legs still locked around him; Tiona, bare-breasted and lips swollen from his kisses.
"Shit. Sorry?" Damien managed, the word utterly feeble.
"Ais… hi," Tiona chirped, though her usual bravado was noticeably thin.
Damien's arms loosened, and Tiona slid down the wall, her feet hitting the floor.
Ais said nothing. She simply stepped inside, letting the heavy curtain fall closed with a final swish, sealing them in a tense, triangular silence.
Her gaze locked on Damien. "Damien," she said, her voice low and strangely calm. "No fair. You do this without me?"
It was only then he truly looked at her, and his breath vanished a second time.
She wore a nightgown of sheer, black gossamer that hid nothing. Beneath it, he could clearly see the delicate scrap of black lace that was her panties, and above, the perfect, pink-tipped arches of her breasts, their peaks already tight and visible through the filmy fabric. The gown clung to every toned line of her sword-sculpted body, a vision of lethal elegance and pure seduction.
"Fuck," Damien groaned, the ache in his body intensifying to a painful throb. "You too, Ais…"
In a blur of motion faster than he could track, Ais was on him. Her hands pressed against his chest, and he found himself spun and pinned against the same wall, her slender frame holding him with impossible, unyielding strength. There was no playful lead-up, no teasing question. She simply captured his mouth with hers.
Her kiss was different from Tiona's—just as deep, just as hungry, but with a controlled, focused passion that was uniquely hers. It was a kiss that demanded total surrender. Damien's hands, as if magnetized, flew to her body. They slid over the sheer gown, palming the firm, perfect swell of her ass, then roamed up to cradle her breasts. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them pucker into even harder points beneath the slick fabric. A soft, broken sigh escaped her, a sound he'd never heard before, and it ignited him further.
From beside them, Tiona watched, her own arousal momentarily forgotten in sheer intrigue. Her hand had drifted unconsciously between her own thighs, fingertips pressing against the damp silk. Then, reality intruded. Her eyes went wide.
"Hey! Guys!" she hissed, her voice a sharp whisper. "We're in public!"
The spell shattered. Damien broke the kiss, his chest heaving. Ais pulled back just an inch, her lips glistening, her golden eyes still dark with desire. She turned her gaze to Tiona.
"You started it," she stated, the simple accusation laced with a heat that belied its calm delivery.
Damien let out a shaky, breathless laugh. He gently extricated himself from between Ais and the wall, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The scent of both women—wild berries and cool ozone—clung to him, a dizzying cocktail.
He looked from one to the other: Tiona, still gloriously bare-chested and defiant; Ais, a phantom of sheer black lace and devastating promise.
A slow, wolfish smile curved his lips. "I think," he said, his voice a low, deliberate rumble that promised everything, "it's time we finish up."
He leaned forward, his gaze sweeping over them both, leaving a trail of fire on their skin. "Because if I have to look at either of you in anything this sinful tonight… I just might end up eating you both alive."
With that, he turned and pushed through the curtain, leaving the two powerfully flustered women in the charged, intimate silence of the booth, the air still thick with the electricity of what had almost happened, and the searing promise of what was yet to come.
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