Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 89 - 90 | Lightning, Honey, and Cinnamon

"Define fun," Cheon muttered.

I took their hands and led them into the building. The security guard nodded as we passed, his eyes lingering a moment too long on our joined hands. The elevator ride was silent except for the soft ping of passing floors.

When the doors opened directly into my apartment, Cheon gasped slightly.

"I forgot how big this place is," she said.

"Right... how was last night?" Mera asked.

"Mera," I warned.

"What? I’m just making conversation." She dropped her bag on the couch and stretched her arms above her head. "So, what’s the plan? Dinner first? Or should we skip straight to dessert?"

Cheon looked like she might spontaneously combust. "Could we perhaps discuss ground rules before...before..."

"Before we all get naked and sweaty together?" Mera supplied helpfully.

"Yes. That."

I walked to the kitchen, pulling out glasses for water. My heart was pounding harder than I’d like to admit. I was playing it cool, but this situation was wildly beyond my experience. One girl at a time? Sure. Two at once? That was new territory.

"Rule one," I said, filling the glasses. "Anyone can stop at any time. No questions asked."

"Agreed," Mera said immediately.

"Agreed," Cheon echoed, accepting the water I handed her.

"Rule two: nothing leaves this room. What happens here stays between us."

They both nodded.

"Rule three." I took a long drink of water. "Be honest about what you want. Don’t fake it, don’t pretend, don’t hold back."

Mera grinned. "That won’t be a problem for me."

Cheon took a sip of water, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. "I can try."

"Good enough." I set my glass down. "Any other rules either of you want to add?"

Mera shook her head.

"Actually," Cheon said quietly. "I have one."

We both looked at her.

"Equal attention." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "No favorites."

Fuck. That hit harder than I expected. She was worried about being second place to Mera again.

"I promise," I said.

"Me too," Mera added, surprisingly sincere.

Cheon nodded, satisfied.

The apartment felt charged with possibility. The sun had begun to set outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting everything in golden light. Mera’s red skin glowed almost orange. Cheon’s blue hair shined silver where the light caught it.

"So," I said, "dinner first?"

"Actually," Mera said, stepping closer. "I vote dessert."

She kissed me before I could respond, her mouth hot against mine. The familiar taste of cinnamon flooded my senses as the drain opened between us, her Essentia flowing into me like liquid fire.

When she pulled back, we were both breathing harder.

"Your turn, Panda," Mera said, turning to Cheon.

Cheon stood frozen for a moment, then set her water glass down with a decisive click.

"Very well." She stepped forward, her movements precise as always, and took my face in her hands.

Her kiss was different from Mera’s. Softer, more hesitant, but no less intense. Her Essentia tasted of lightning and honey, sharp and sweet all at once. I felt it mingling with Mera’s inside me, creating something new and powerful.

Cheon broke the kiss, but immediately grabbed my shirt and pulled me back for another. Her lips pressed harder against mine, her usual composure fracturing under the heat between us. She made a small sound in the back of her throat—half gasp, half moan—that went straight to my dick.

The prim and proper class representative was gone. This version of Cheon kissed like she was starving and I was the last meal on earth.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling slightly as she deepened the kiss. The drain between us opened wider, her electric Essentia flooding into me in bright, crackling waves. Her body pressed against mine, curves I’d memorized last night fitting perfectly against me.

When she finally pulled back for air, her eyes were wild, her breathing ragged. A strand of her blue hair had escaped her ponytail, hanging loose across her flushed cheek.

"My turn again," Mera said, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me toward her.

Her mouth crashed against mine with zero hesitation. Where Cheon was hungry, Mera was fucking ravenous. Her tongue pushed past my lips immediately, claiming every inch she could reach. Her hand slid down my chest, across my stomach, and directly to the bulge in my pants.

Jesus Christ.

Her fingers wrapped around my dick through the fabric, squeezing just enough to make my hips buck involuntarily.

"Fuck," I breathed against her mouth.

She grinned. "That’s the plan."

Behind me, I heard Cheon’s sharp intake of breath. Probably shocked by Mera’s boldness. Or jealous. Or both.

Mera’s tail curled around my thigh, the tip tracing patterns dangerously close to where her hand was still gripping me. She kissed me again, harder, her fangs nipping at my lower lip.

"I want you to fuck me first," she whispered, low enough that only I could hear. "I want my walls painted white."

The words hit like a physical blow. My dick throbbed in her grip and she laughed, knowing exactly what she was doing to me.

"Mera," I managed. "Slow down."

"Why?" Her yellow eyes gleamed with mischief. "Scared?"

"Trying not to cum in my pants, actually."

She laughed again, but released her grip. "Fine. Bedroom?"

I looked back at Cheon, who stood with her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Her face burned red but her eyes were fixed on us, drinking in every detail.

"Bedroom," I agreed. "All of us."

I took their hands again, leading them down the hall to my room. The king-sized bed looked both too big and not nearly big enough for what was about to happen.

Mera wasted no time. She pulled her uniform shirt over her head in one smooth motion, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her. Her red skin glowed in the fading sunlight filtering through the windows, highlighting every curve and valley of her body.

Cheon stood frozen by the door, watching Mera with wide eyes.

"Your turn, Panda," Mera said, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra.

Cheon jumped slightly at being addressed. "I—I don’t—"

"You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to," I reminded her.

She shook her head. "No, it’s not that. I want to. I’m just not sure how to..."

"Just follow my lead," Mera said. Her bra fell away, exposing her full breasts with dark nipples that stood at attention in the cool air. "Or don’t. Whatever feels right."

"I want this," Cheon said quietly. "I’m just...processing."

I nodded, understanding. Last night was her first time ever. Tonight was her first time with multiple partners. That was a lot to process for someone who color-coded her planner.

"Let me help," I offered, reaching for the buttons of her uniform shirt.