Star Ship Girl Era: My Shipgirls Are Too Overpowered-Chapter 15: We’ve Been Waiting For This For More Than Two Years
Mirei leaned her head against his shoulder, the gesture casual but full of meaning. "We’ve been waiting for this for more than two years."
Astra watched from the side, then, seeing what was happening, she smiled a little as she went back to the construction panel and paid no more attention to what was happening here.
Aurelian didn’t look away from the triplets. "I kept my promise."
Yelena’s fingers tightened slightly on his sleeve. "You did."
Katsura’s blush deepened, but she didn’t look away either.
"Good," Aurelian said, then let go of Mirei’s hand long enough to wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side before doing the same to Yelena, guiding them to stand closer. "Then we’re not wasting any more time."
Mirei let out a soft hum of satisfaction, pressing herself tighter, her body molding to his with an ease that said she had imagined this moment a hundred times.
Yelena’s posture remained composed, but the way her eyes dilated and her breath hitched gave her away completely. Katsura, emboldened by her sisters, shifted to press her front against his other arm, her warmth seeping through the fabric.
He then led the triplets to his quarters, which are given to every student in the academy’s commander residency sector, which was on one of the upper floors, with a view that overlooked both the training grounds and the distant glimmer of the starport.
The door opened with a soft chime, and the four of them stepped inside, the space feeling larger and quieter all at once.
No one spoke.
Mirei was the first to move, turning in his arms to face him fully, her hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders. "More than two years," she whispered, her violet-brown eyes holding his. "I’ve hadall this time to think about exactly how this should start."
Before he could answer, she rose on her toes, and their lips met. It wasn’t tentative or shy. It was a kiss built from long months of wanting, of controlled touches and stolen glances.
Her lips were soft, parting immediately to invite him deeper, and he met her intensity with his own, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other still firm around Yelena’s waist.
Yelena watched for a moment, her eyes tracking the movement of their mouths, a flush spreading across her porcelain skin.
Then she leaned in, her lips brushing against the side of his neck, a soft, open-mouthed kiss that made him shudder. Her breath was warm against his skin, and she didn’t stop there, pressing a line of kisses up to his jaw, her body pressing closer until there was no space left between them.
Katsura, quieter but no less determined, moved to stand behind him, her hands finding their way under the hem of his shirt, her fingers tracing the muscles of his back with a light, reverent touch.
She pressed herself against him, her full breasts soft against his shoulder blades, and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart, a mirror to the one hammering in his own chest.
The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of breathing and the rustle of clothing. Aurelian broke the kiss with Mirei, turning his head to capture Yelena’s lips, tasting the same hunger there, a desperate need that had been carefully held back for too long.
Yelena’s kiss was different from Mirei’s; it was more controlled, more deliberate, but the underlying desire was just as potent.
A soft click reached his ears, and he glanced down to see Katsura unbuttoning his shirt from behind, her movements slow and deliberate. Mirei took the cue, her fingers working at the remaining buttons from the front, her eyes never leaving his.
They worked in silence, their actions synchronized as if they had rehearsed this moment countless times in their minds.
As the shirt fell open, their hands explored the newly exposed skin, their touches varying from the firm pressure of Yelena’s palms on his chest to the light, trailing caresses of Mirei’s fingers along his stomach.
Katsura’s hands continued their exploration of his back, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
He felt a surge of affection for them, a deep, possessive warmth that spread through his entire being.
He reached out, his hands finding their way to their waists, pulling them even closer.
He could feel the soft curves of their bodies pressing against him, the warmth of their skin, the gentle rise and fall of their chests with each breath.
The fabric of their clothes felt like an irritating barrier, a final remnant of the restraint they had all endured.
He wanted to see them, to feel them, all of them, without anything in between.
Mirei seemed to read his mind, a mischievous glint in her violet-brown eyes.
She took a small step back, her fingers hooking into the hem of her fitted sweater.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she pulled it over her head, revealing the full, heavy swell of her breasts straining against the lace of her bra.
Her skin was smooth and flawless, a soft porcelain that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room.
Yelena followed suit, her movements more economical but no less captivating.
She unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet before unbuttoning her blouse, her cool, gray eyes fixed on him.
Katsura, ever the quiet observer, was the last to undress, but her actions were no less impactful.
She simply shrugged off her loose-fitting top, her full, womanly curves coming into view, her dark crimson-brown eyes holding a silent, intense promise. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
They stood before him, a trio of breathtaking beauty, each woman different yet bound by the same unspoken desire.
He felt a primal urge to claim them, to mark them as his, to fulfill the promise he had made and the one they had so patiently waited for.
He reached out, his hands tracing the contours of their bodies, learning the feel of their skin, the dip of their waists, the curve of their hips.
He could feel their shivers of response, their soft gasps of pleasure, and it only fueled his own desire.
He led them to the large bed in the center of the room, the soft sheets a welcome invitation.
