Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 30: Final Step

The next morning, Holo woke to the feeling of warmth surrounding him on all sides. His eyes fluttered open, and he immediately noticed the familiar presence of Trixie, Scarlet, and Felicia. They were pressed close against him, their arms wrapped around his body, and their legs tangled with his. Their sleepy smiles were enough to send his heart racing, and he could barely process the sheer amount of affection they were radiating.

"Good morning, darling," Felicia whispered, her voice soft and warm.

"About time you woke up," Trixie teased, her grin playful as she nuzzled closer to him.

Scarlet smirked faintly, her blue eyes glinting. "We decided you deserved some extra love this morning."

Before Holo could respond, they all leaned in at once, planting kisses on his face. The first few kisses made his cheeks burn, but soon, the kisses kept coming—soft, warm, and endless. Felicia kissed his forehead, Scarlet kissed his cheek, and Trixie aimed for his lips. They coordinated their efforts as if they were working together to overwhelm him with affection.

"W-Wait," Holo stammered, his face already turning red. "What are you doing?!"

"Showing you how much we love you," Felicia said sweetly, pressing another kiss to his temple.

"You're ours, Holo," Trixie added, her lips brushing against his nose before moving to his jawline. "Get used to it."

Scarlet smirked as she kissed the corner of his mouth. "And you better not try to run. Not that you could, anyway."

The kisses didn't stop. Within minutes, they had covered every inch of his face with soft, tender kisses, their lips brushing over his forehead, cheeks, nose, and jawline repeatedly. Holo lost count after the first hundred kisses, his mind spinning from the overwhelming affection.

"I-I think that's enough," he said weakly, though he couldn't deny that he enjoyed their attention.

"Not even close," Felicia replied, her voice dripping with affection as she kissed him again.

"You're so cute when you're flustered," Trixie teased, peppering kisses along his cheekbone.

Scarlet chuckled, her lips lingering against his skin. "We'll stop when we're satisfied. Which might take a while."

They continued for what felt like an hour, their kisses growing more deliberate and tender as time passed. Holo's face grew numb from the constant affection, but the warmth of their presence and the sound of their soft giggles kept him from complaining.

When they finally began to slow down, Holo let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. But just as he thought they were done, they shifted their positions, surrounding him even closer.

"Darling," Felicia whispered, her voice low and sultry, "you look so cute when you're all flustered."

Before Holo could respond, she pulled him closer, pressing his face into her chest. Her soft, warm breasts enveloped him, and she began stroking his hair gently.

"You've been such a good boy," she murmured, her fingers brushing through his hair. "You deserve this."

Scarlet and Trixie quickly joined in, each pressing their bodies against him. Trixie guided his face toward her chest, smothering him affectionately. "There's no escape, Holo," she teased, her voice filled with playful glee. "You're ours now."

Scarlet leaned in from the other side, cupping his face gently as she pressed her breasts against him. "You're so warm," she said softly, her tone unusually tender. "It's almost too much."

They took turns stroking his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, and rubbing their chests against his face. Holo's entire body was flushed, and he felt like he might faint from the overwhelming combination of affection and physical closeness. Yet, despite his embarrassment, he couldn't bring himself to pull away.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to us," Felicia whispered, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.

"You're stuck with us now," Trixie added, her grin softening into a genuine smile. "And we wouldn't have it any other way."

Holo let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing under their touch. For all his initial discomfort, he couldn't deny the warmth that filled his chest as they continued to hold him close.

By the time they finally let him go, the sun was high in the sky, and Holo's face was redder than ever. But for the first time in a long time, he felt truly loved—and he couldn't help but smile.

As the warmth of the morning lingered, Holo was still catching his breath from the overwhelming affection of the three girls. His face was flushed, and his body felt like it was on fire from all the hugs, kisses, and smothering. Just as he was beginning to relax, the door to his room swung open abruptly, revealing Graves standing in the doorway with his usual stoic expression.

"Holo," Graves said sharply, his gaze scanning the scene in the room. "It's time."

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Holo blinked, sitting up quickly. "Time for what?"

Graves stepped inside, his hands clasped behind his back. "Time for you to meet the last girl—Eleanor."

At the mention of her name, the three girls around Holo instantly stiffened. Felicia's playful smile disappeared, replaced by a furrowed brow. Trixie sat up straighter, her arms crossing defensively. Scarlet's calm demeanor remained, but her sharp blue eyes narrowed slightly.

"Eleanor?" Trixie asked, her voice tinged with confusion. "I don't think I've ever seen her."

"Neither have I," Felicia admitted, frowning. "I've only heard her name."

Scarlet nodded. "She keeps to herself. She never leaves her cell."

Graves glanced at the three girls before returning his attention to Holo. "That's correct. Eleanor is... different from the others. She's spent all her time alone, refusing to interact with anyone. Even the guards avoid her unless absolutely necessary."

Holo frowned, his chest tightening with unease. "Why does she stay locked away?"

Graves's expression remained unreadable. "You'll find out soon enough. But be warned—she isn't like the others. This will be your most difficult challenge yet."

Trixie stood up, placing herself between Holo and Graves. "Wait, you're just throwing him in there? What if she's dangerous?"

"She's not dangerous to him," Graves said firmly. "If she were, we wouldn't be sending him in."

Felicia clung to Holo's arm, her red eyes wide with worry. "Are you sure about this, Holo? You don't have to go if you don't want to."

"I agree," Scarlet said, her voice unusually soft. "This feels... off."

Holo hesitated, looking at each of the girls in turn. He appreciated their concern, but he knew this was something he had to do. "I'll be fine," he said, offering them a reassuring smile. "This is my job, remember?"

Trixie crossed her arms, her expression tense. "I still don't like this."

"You don't have to," Graves said bluntly. "But it's happening regardless. Let's go, Holo."

Holo gently pried Felicia's arms from his, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll be back," he promised.

As he followed Graves out of the room, the three girls watched him go, their expressions filled with a mixture of worry and unease. None of them knew what to expect from Eleanor, and that uncertainty only made the situation feel more foreboding.

The walk to Eleanor's cell was silent, the sterile walls of the facility seeming colder and more oppressive than usual. Holo's mind raced with questions about the girl he was about to meet. Who was she? Why had she chosen to isolate herself? And what made her so different from the others?

When they finally reached her cell, Graves stopped in front of a heavy steel door with no window. He turned to Holo, his expression unusually serious. "This is it," he said. "Once you go in, it's just you and her."

Holo nodded, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Got it."

Graves stepped aside and input a code into the panel next to the door. With a loud, mechanical hiss, the door unlocked and slid open, revealing a dark, quiet room. Holo hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a single overhead bulb. Sitting in the far corner was a girl, her figure partially obscured by shadows. She didn't move or acknowledge his presence, but Holo could feel her piercing gaze on him.

"Eleanor?" he called out softly, taking a cautious step forward.

The girl shifted slightly, her shoulder-length brown hair catching the faint light. Her crystal green eyes seemed to glow as they locked onto his, and Holo felt a chill run down his spine. There was something unsettling about the way she looked at him—calm, yet filled with an intensity that was impossible to read.

"You're the boy they've been talking about," Eleanor said finally, her voice quiet but firm. "The one who's supposed to fix us."

Holo swallowed hard, his nerves on edge. "I'm Holo," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I just want to talk to you."

Eleanor tilted her head, her gaze never wavering. "Talk? Is that what you did with the others? Talked them into loving you?"

Her words struck a nerve, but Holo refused to back down. "I didn't 'talk them into' anything," he said firmly. "I just wanted to help them."

Eleanor let out a soft, bitter laugh. "Help them? Is that what you think you're doing?" She stood up slowly, her movements deliberate and measured. "You're in over your head, Holo. But I suppose you already know that."

Holo's chest tightened as she stepped closer, her presence both captivating and unnerving. He could feel the weight of her gaze, the intensity of her emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

This was going to be his greatest challenge yet.