Chapter 149: Sushi TUNA begin
The garment pooled at her feet, leaving her completely exposed. She glanced back over her shoulder at him, her pale eyes gleaming with an unreadable emotion.
"Well then, Veilwalker," she said, her voice carrying a note of finality that seemed to echo from beyond the grave, "let us begin the TUNA ritual. Let us see what new form of death and rebirth awaits us both."
Eren set down the goblet, still untouched, and steeled himself for what was to come. ’For my family,’ he reminded himself one more time. ’I can endure anything for them.’
Sushi turned her back fully to him, facing the dim chamber. Her white hair cascaded down her spine, a stark contrast to the pale, smooth skin of her back. Eren’s eyes traced the elegant line of her body. She was tall, as he had first noticed, but her build was different from Luna’s soft curves or Kiran’s lithe strength. Sushi possessed a full, rounded hip, a generous curve that flowed down into firm, shapely thighs. Her waist was narrow, emphasizing the swell of her buttocks. It was a body made of graceful lines, like an ancient statue, but with a surprising fullness that hinted at deep sensuality.
As his gaze moved lower, he saw it – a thin, jagged scar that ran from just below her left shoulder blade down towards her spine, almost like a lightning strike against her flawless skin. It was faint, old, but clearly visible, a single mark of imperfection on an otherwise perfect form. It made her seem more real, less like the cold marble he had first imagined.
"Come, Veilwalker," Sushi’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it filled the room. She didn’t turn, her back still to him, her posture inviting. "Come, and grasp what is truly mine." Then, in a direct, commanding tone, she added, "Come, grab my butt, Veilwalker."
Eren felt a jolt. This was direct, even for her. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, then another. The air in the chamber seemed to thicken around him, growing heavy with unspoken desire. He watched the subtle shift of her hips, the way her rear seemed to beckon him. He reached her, his hands hovering for a moment. Then, with a sudden, decisive motion, he brought his palm down on her left ass cheek.
SMACK!
The sound cracked through the quiet chamber, loud and sharp, echoing against the stone walls. Sushi flinched, a small, involuntary shudder running through her body, but she didn’t move away. She held perfectly still, waiting.