My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 48: [ - - 45.2] - Strip tease reward from Iris

Chapter - 45.2

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Did you forget we are supposed to stay in the same room?" She asked, voice suddenly soft, sultry.

Lucius didn’t look at her, "You booked yourself a separate one this evening, remember?" he said, trying to pull his hand free, "Your idea."

Iris raised an eyebrow, lips curling in amusement, "Yeah... I thought I was being a cuckblock for you," she said mockingly, "Didn’t want to stop you from getting lucky with someone else," Her smile widened, "But now... I kinda feel like we both can get lucky together."

Lucius sighed, "Iris, you are dru—"

But she stepped in closer. Her fingers reached up and began to unbutton the top of her shirt, slowly, deliberately. One. Two. Three buttons undone— just enough to tease the lace beneath.

Lucius grabbed her wrists gently, "What are you doing?"

"Why?" she said, innocent eyes betraying the mischief in her voice, "You don’t like this kind of thing?"

"Iris, you are clearly not in your senses."

"Maybe that is what I need," But Iris didn’t care. Instead, she slid her arms around his waist, tugging him inside the room and nudging the door shut with her foot. Then, step by step, she pushed him back until his shoulders hit the wall.

Her face was close. Her breath, warm and heavy with alcohol, touched his jaw.

"You looked so hot tonight," she whispered, "Beating the shit out of those guys. I couldn’t stop watching you."

Lucius turned his face away, his jaw tight, "I think we should stop here. We will talk in the morning."

"Morning is such a long shot. But it’s night now," she murmured, fingers trailing down his chest, stopping at the blood-dried fabric stuck to his skin.

Her lips brushed his jaw, her voice a whisper against his ear, "Why are you tense, Lucius. Let go... just once."

Before he could stop her, she kissed the side of his neck— soft, lingering. Lucius flinched, his hands gripping her arms.

"Iris," he warned.

She ignored it, gently tracing his lips with her fingers, her gaze locked on his mouth. Then she leaned in, teasingly, and pressed her lips to his— light at first. Testing.

Lucius didn’t respond. But he didn’t pull away either.

Iris deepened the kiss, her lips hungry, desperate. Her body melted into his, and her soft curves pressed against his hard frame. His resolve wavered for a breath.

His hand instinctively found her waist. Her hand guided his other hand to her cheek, holding it there like she was anchoring herself to him.

She kissed him again— this time slower, deeper.

Lucius stiffened beneath the warmth of her mouth. But he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

When she finally pulled back for breath, her chest rising and falling against his, she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, "You can pretend to fight it," she whispered, "But I can feel it. You want me."

Lucius’s breathing was heavy. His eyes searched hers. For control. For a reason to walk away.

Iris looked up at him, eyes gleaming with a mixture of heat and mischief, "You might regret it tomorrow, Iris?" he began, his voice low, trying to bring her back to reason.

She smiled sweetly, "Nope," she said, popping the p with a grin.

Then, without warning, she slipped her shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. Her lacy black bra hugged her curves perfectly, the dim light catching on the edge of the delicate fabric.

Lucius’s throat tightened, as his eyes flicked away, trying not to look at her. But she stepped closer, hands moving behind her back.

"Iris— Stop," He grabbed her wrists before she could undo the clasp, "This might not end well."

"So?" she whispered, tilting her head, challenging him, "Didn’t you like it when Cassey threw herself at you? You didn’t stop her."

His grip loosened, "It was—"

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The slap cracked across his cheek, stunning and sharp.

"Shut up," she spat, her voice suddenly ragged.

Iris’s eyes shimmered— not with seduction now, but with pain, "Cassey was right... Am I not your type? Is that it?" Her lips quivered, "Am I not worth it? Is that why you always push me away?"

He looked away. He didn’t have an answer. At least, not one that could calm the storm in her chest. He might bicker and fight with Iris all along, but it did not change the fact that she saved him. She was her benefactor.

"If you wanted me, you would have had me already..." Her voice broke, "But no. You always choose someone else. Anyone else. First those nurses and then Cassey."

She grabbed his collar and pulled him down until their faces were inches apart. Her lips trembled, "I don’t know you, and you mean nothing to me... So why does it hurt? Why does it hurt like hell?"

A silence stretched between them— thick, suffocating.

Then, just as suddenly, she laughed. A bitter, breathy laugh that didn’t reach her eyes.

"You enjoyed it with her, didn’t you?" she murmured, brushing her fingers down his chest, "Fine. Let’s see how much you enjoy it now."

Before Lucius could react, Iris stepped back and picked up her phone. With a few taps, a sensual, slow beat filled the room— soft, rhythmic, teasing.

She looked at him— dead in the eye— and began to move.

Her hands slid over her body, fingertips grazing her neck, her waist, her thighs. She rolled her hips to the beat, biting her bottom lip as she turned, giving him a view of every curve.

"I didn’t get to enjoy it at the club," she said, voice thick with sultry intent, "So I will enjoy it here."

With one smooth motion, she unclasped her bra and let it fall. Lucius caught a glimpse of her bare chest before he quickly turned his head away, jaw tight, fingers balled at his sides.

"Dammit, Iris," he muttered.

She stepped closer, not hiding anything. Her skin looked soft and smooth in the warm light. Her breasts were full, rising with every breath, her nipples slightly hard from the cool air. Her body was shaped beautifully— her waist slim and her hips curved perfectly.

She lifted her hand and gently touched his cheek, turning his face toward her, "Look at me," she said softly. Her eyes locked with his, filled with pain, desire, and something deeper. Lucius felt his chest tighten. He couldn’t look away.

Then the skirt slid down her hips, pooling at her feet. And finally— without hesitation— she hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down, letting them fall.

Now, she stood fully naked in front of him— sexy, bold and heartbreakingly beautiful.

Lucius’s breath hitched. His resolve cracked.

She turned again, her hips swaying to the music, and the sight— raw, defiant— was too much. In one swift motion, Lucius stepped forward, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her.

Iris gasped, but her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. He carried her to the bed, set her down with more gentleness than his eyes betrayed, then reached back and turned off the music.

He stood still for a moment, breathing hard. His shirt clung to his skin— half from blood, half from heat.

And then, he began to unbutton it.

One button.

Two.

Three.

He leaned over her slowly, eyes locked with hers, searching for a flicker of sobriety.

Her hand rose up, touching his cheek. She smiled softly.

But then... her hand slipped down.

And her eyes closed.

"...Iris?" he whispered in confusion.

No reply. She was already asleep.

Lucius stared down at her in disbelief. He waited, just in case— but her breathing slowed into soft, even patterns.

He sat up with a sigh. His face was a mix of frustration and reluctant admiration.

"You have got to be kidding me," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Then shaking his head in disbelief, he reached for the blanket and gently pulled it over her naked form, tucking it around her shoulders. His fingers lingered on her hair for a moment.

He stood, bare-chested, and walked to the door.

Pausing, he glanced back one last time.

"She’s going to kill me in the morning," he whispered.

Then he left the room— his heart racing, his shirt forgotten on the floor.

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The morning light crept in through the curtains, soft but unforgiving.

Iris groaned, her eyes blinking open slowly. A sharp pain pulsed in her head like a drum. She winced and sat up, rubbing her temples.

"Ugh... My head... " she mumbled, pressing her fingers into her sore muscles.

As she tried to sit up. The blanket slipped slightly, and a chill ran down her spine. Her eyes widened.

She was naked in the bed.

"What the hell...?" she whispered, clutching the blanket to her chest, her voice trembling now. Panic bubbled up. Her heart started racing.

She looked around, her gaze desperately searching for answers. Trying to remember what had happened.

Bits and pieces of the night before came back, but nothing was clear.

That’s when she spotted it.

Lucius’s shirt, casually draped over the chair. Bloodstained.

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