The three women circled Andrey like predators, each one determined to claim him for themselves. The air in the room was thick with tension and desire, the faint glow of the System timer flickering in the corner of their vision.

Sarah moved first.

She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself beside Andrey, her hand sliding down his chest. "You know," she murmured, her voice low and teasing, "I’ve been thinking about this all day. The way you look at me when we fight... the way your hands feel on my body..."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. "I want to be the one you remember tonight. The one who made you feel the most."

Before Andrey could respond, Sein moved in from the other side. Her hand closed over Sarah’s, halting her movement. Her green eyes blazed with fierce intensity as she met Andrey’s gaze.

"Don’t listen to her," Sein said, her voice low and commanding. "Sure, she knew you first. But i’ve fought beside you, bled beside you, and I’m not about to let anyone else take that place."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his jaw, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I know what you need, Andrey. I can give it to you. All of it."

Sarah’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing her face. "Oh, please. You think you’re the only one who knows him? I’ve seen him at his lowest, pushed him to be better, and I’ve been there every step of the way. I deserve to win this just as much as you do."

Morgana watched the exchange with an amused smile, her red eyes gleaming. She moved gracefully, positioning herself at the foot of the bed, her tail swaying behind her. Her voice was smooth and seductive, carrying a teasing edge.

"Such passion and intensity. It’s truly delightful to watch." Her gaze swept over Sarah and Sein, lingering on each of them with a hint of playful challenge. "But I wonder... which one of you truly knows how to please him?"

She stretched out her legs, letting her dress ride up just slightly, revealing the smooth curve of her thigh. "I’ve been observing you both. The way you touch him, the way you speak to him. You’re both skilled, but I can sense a certain... lack of finesse."

Sarah’s eye twitched, her voice sharp with irritation. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Morgana simply smiled, her tail curling as she moved closer to Andrey. Her voice was smooth and knowing. "It means, dear Sarah, that sometimes it’s not about how fast or how hard you move—but how you make him feel in the spaces between."

She reached out, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate line along Andrey’s inner thigh. Her touch was featherlight, barely there, yet it sent a shiver through his body.

"Master," she purred, her voice a low, velvet murmur, "tell me... what do you desire? What do you truly want from this moment?"

Andrey’s breath caught. His gaze flickered between the three women, each one watching him with fierce, hungry anticipation.

Sein leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, her voice a husky whisper. "You’re mine tonight. Don’t you dare forget that."

Sarah’s grip on his cock tightened, her voice carrying a hint of jealousy. "He’s not yours. He belongs to all of us."

Morgana’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, her fingers continuing their slow, teasing path along his thigh. She met Andrey’s gaze, her red eyes gleaming with quiet confidence.

"Let them fight over you, Master," she murmured, her voice smooth and tempting. "Let them wear themselves out. I know what you need—and I’m patient enough to wait."

Sarah immediately released Andrey’s cock, her eyes narrowing with frustration. Her voice carried a sharp, irritated edge. "You’re annoying, you know that? Acting all smug and composed while we’re doing all the work."

Morgana’s smile didn’t waver. She tilted her head, her red eyes gleaming with amusement. "My, my. Such hostility. It’s a shame, really. That kind of attitude won’t help you win, Sarah."

Sarah’s hand clenched into a fist at her side. Her voice rose, the frustration bleeding through her words. "Stop acting like you’re so above all this! You’re not better than us!"

Morgana’s gaze flickered with amusement, her voice smooth and unbothered. "I never claimed to be better. I simply know how to pace myself. Perhaps you should try it sometime."

Sein crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. "She does have a point, Sarah. You’re letting her get under your skin."

Sarah’s head snapped toward Sein, her voice sharp. "Stay out of this, Sein!"

Andrey watched the exchange, a faint, amused smile tugging at his lips. He had never seen them so at odds with each other, and the sight was strangely captivating. But he knew he couldn’t let the tension escalate any further.

He reached out, his hand gently cupping Sarah’s cheek, his voice calm and soothing. "Sarah. You’re doing wonderfully. There’s no need to be jealous."

Sarah’s eyes widened slightly, her anger faltering. "Andrey... I’m not—"

"You are," Andrey interrupted gently. "But there’s no reason to be. You’re all incredible in your own ways."

Sarah’s cheeks flushed, her voice softening. "You’re just saying that to calm me down."

Andrey’s voice was steady and sincere. "No. I mean it. You’re fierce, passionate, and you’ve been with me from the beginning. That means something to me."

Sarah’s anger faded, replaced by a softer, more vulnerable expression. She leaned into his touch, her voice quiet. "...Thank you."

Andrey’s gaze shifted to Morgana. "And you, Morgana. Your patience is a strength, not a weakness. It’s what makes you so alluring. So don’t let their words get to you."

Morgana’s expression softened, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I wasn’t bothered, Master. But it’s nice to hear you say that."

He then turned to Sein, who was watching him with a fierce, expectant gaze. "And you, Sein. Your fire is what makes you who you are. You drive me crazy—in the best way."

Sein’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk, a hint of pride in her voice. "About time you recognized that."

The tension in the room eased, the sharp edges of competition smoothing into something warmer. The three women exchanged glances, their rivalry softening into a shared understanding.

Sarah let out a long breath, her voice quieter now. "Fine. We can all compete... but let’s not tear each other apart over it."

Morgana nodded, her tail swaying. "Agreed. I’d rather focus on pleasing Master than arguing with you."

Sein uncrossed her arms, a grin spreading across her face. "Good. Because I’m still going to win."