Klein was sitting on the edge of the bed as Arwen straddled his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Her arms were looped around his neck, her fingers gently threading through his black hair as she slowly rode his dick.

"Haangh... Haangh..."

Her breasts pressed against his chest with every downward motion, her hard nipples brushing against him as she took his dick deeper inside her.

Klein’s hands gripped her ass cheeks firmly, squeezing the soft, round flesh as he thrust up into her, pushing his cock deeper into her tight, wet pussy with each roll of her hips.

"Arwen... are you really okay with this?" he murmured against her lips, kissing her deeply as he pulled her closer.

With a shaky nod, she whispered "Yeah... I will allow you to cheat on me if it’s Cynthia."

Her gaze softened with affection as she looked at him, her hips still moving slowly on his cock.

"We have been loving you since we were little, Klein. Both of us. I know how she feels about you. If it makes you happy... both of you happy... I don’t mind sharing you with her."

"You’re too good to me," he groaned against her lips, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy with smooth, powerful strokes. "I love you, Arwen. I love both of you."

Arwen moaned into the kiss, "I love you too... so much. And I know Cynthia loves you just as much. So... don’t hold back with her. I want you to be happy."

Arwen’s head fell back, her long black hair cascading down her back as she moaned louder, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

"B-But... I want more of your attention to make up for it; if you stop giving me attention, I won’t forgive you."

Klein leaned in and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently as he continued to fuck her, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy.

"Haangh... Klein... yes... just like that..." she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"Nghh... Angh~"

---

Arwen stepped out of the room and the aroma of fresh coffee and warm food filled the air, making her smile softly.

Cynthia had already prepared breakfast.

Looking at Arwen, Cynthia stepped forward and hugged her tightly as she buried her face in Arwen’s shoulder.

"Thank you, Arwen... for accepting my love."

Arwen blinked in surprise for a moment, then wrapped her arms around Cynthia, holding her close.

"You don’t have to thank me. I’ve known for a long time how you feel about Klein."

Cynthia’s eyes moistened with tears as she hugged Arwen tighter, "I was so scared you would hate me."

Arwen pulled back slightly and pinched her cheek "I could never hate you, Cyn. We’ve been through too much together. If Klein makes you happy... and you make him happy... then I’m happy too."

Cynthia smiled through her tears, "Thank you... for being so understanding."

Arwen smiled and hugged her again, resting her chin on Cynthia’s shoulder "Now, come on let’s eat breakfast."

Looking ather, Cynthia spoke "By the way, don’t you think now is the best chance to tell him about our profession?"

Upon hearing this, Arwen’s gaze lowered "No.. I am still scared."

Cynthia let out a soft sigh. "See how brave I was telling you about our love."

Arwen gave her a side look "Bitch, it was not you... Klein is the one who did it; you were still scared."

Cynthia smiled dryly, "Okay, fine. I was scared too..."

Arwen’s expression grew more serious "It’s different, Cyn. Being assassins... killing people for money... that’s not something you can just tell someone you love and expect them to be okay with it."

Looking at her, Cynthia sighed in her heart ’At first, her goal was to find the assassin who killed her family.’

’But later, seeing the high pay... she decided to take jobs and I also joined her.’

At that time, Klein stepped out of the bedroom and walked to them "Come on, let’s eat breakfast."

"Mhm..."

"Oh by the way, how about we go for a little vacation for the next two days?"

---

Meanwhile, in a distant Cursed Realm...

The sky was a perpetual blood-red, cracked and swirling with dark energy.

Inside the grand throne room, the air was thick with cursed energy.

A large throne made of black crystal sat at the far end of the hall and a heavy black cape was draped over it, as if waiting for its owner to return.

The room was filled with powerful curses, nightmarish beings that radiated dark energy.

Cursed Dragons, shadowy figures, wraiths, and other high-ranking curses stood in formation.

And in front of them all, a woman stood with cold, piercing red eyes.

Hela.

Her eyes gleamed with a mix of fanatical loyalty and excitement as she glanced down at the curses gathered before her.

The room was silent, waiting for her to speak.

Hela’s lips curved into a wide, manic smile as she raised her hand, her voice echoing through the hall with chilling authority.

"Our Master... is alive."

The curses stirred as their eyes widened with shock and hope. The cursed dragons let out low, rumbling growls as their wings twitched with anticipation.

Hela’s red eyes burned with intensity "I felt his presence. The cursed energy that belongs to our Lord. He is in another world... but he is alive. He has reincarnated and is waiting for us."

One of the cursed dragons lowered its massive head, "Then... we must find a way to reach him."

Hela’s smile widened, her sharp fangs glinting in the dim light as she looked at the throne draped in the black cape.

"Yes. We will find a way. No matter what it takes. Our Master will return to us. And when he does... we will serve him once more."

"We will bring the Cursed Realm to his feet. We will destroy anything that stands in his way."

"GRRRRAAARGHHHH!"

The curses roared in approval and their cursed energy surged through the hall as the castle itself seemed to tremble with excitement.

Hela turned her gaze toward the direction of the barrier between realms.

"Wait for us, Master... we are coming."