Erza was in a dilemma. She was the reason for Alex's insomnia; those visible dark circles were caused by them sleeping together by her own lack of prudence. She hadn't truly considered that Alex would see her that way; to her, he was simply someone she had chosen to protect. Perhaps her sleepwear was a bit too revealing, with its loose yet comfortable top, but it had triggered a natural biological reaction in a young man of the opposite sex. That was the reason for his wet dreams and his urge to wash his clothes every morning.
Erza wasn't foolish; two people had already pointed out the problem. Now she needed a solution. The first option would be to keep their distance and give him his own space, perhaps a separate room. But would Erza actually let Alex sleep anywhere else? The answer was no. He had already suggested sleeping apart, and she was the one who rejected the idea, insisting there was no issue with sharing a room.
Erza wouldn't go back on her word. She said she would take care of him, and now that he had a problem because of her, she had to take responsibility for his "excess energy." Since Mirajane had left her that adult magazine, the least she could do was learn enough so she wouldn't be ignorant when the moment came. Erza studied the magazine thoroughly in the library to pass the time.
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On the way home, Erza acted a bit strange. Normally, they had small chats about their day, even if they had only been apart for a short while. This time, there was no conversation. Once they arrived, Erza made a sudden comment. "Alex, take a quick bath to wash off the day's sweat. You might have had a rest day, but a good bath should help you relax so you can sleep better."
Alex didn't know whether to follow her request or let it slide, but seeing Erza's serious posture and expression, he knew there was no room for refusal. He took his bath as ordered, and as he stepped out, he saw Erza entering the bathroom behind him. The sound of the shower indicated she was washing up too. Alex wondered what she was up to, but figured she was just worried about his health; his dark circles were impossible to hide. He settled into bed, waiting for Erza to turn out the light.
When Erza emerged, she was wearing her usual pajamas: the loose blouse and tight shorts. She turned off the lights and headed for the bed, but this time, she approached Alex by crawling across the mattress. The sight of her breasts swaying, her nipples visible through the fabric, caused Alex to have an immediate erection. Even with the lights off, the streetlamps outside provided enough dim illumination to see her silhouette.
"I worry about you a lot, Alex," Erza said softly. "I swore I would take care of you, and since you won't tell me what's wrong, I had to ask around to find the cause of your insomnia and your habit of washing your clothes every morning."
"A middle-aged woman told me you have an excess of 'energy' that needs to be released. Since I didn't know what she meant, I asked a certain perverted demon woman, and she showed me a very explicit magazine that explained the whole process."
"Now Alex, be a good boy and let this big sister take care of your 'energy'..." Erza whispered as she positioned herself between his legs and began to pull down his pants.
Alex didn't know what was happening, but was he going to stop her? Of course not! Even if he wanted to, he didn't have the strength to fight her. He had lived with her for a week; being "maintained" by Titania was something he never imagined. When he tried to help with chores, she knocked him out on the sofa. When he tried to sleep alone, she knocked him out and carried him to bed. If he was going to be overwhelmed anyway, he preferred to be awake for this. He was at his limit; another week like this and he would have gone crazy. Since Erza took the initiative, he would let her handle his needs.
Seeing that Alex wasn't resisting, Erza proceeded with confidence. She wrapped her soft hand around his large erection. "It's bigger than the guys in the magazine... and bigger than a certain exhibitionist at the guild."
"So much pent-up energy made it grow in such an absurd way, but I'll take care of relieving it now."
Erza began to pleasure him, her hand moving around him in a steady, measured rhythm—not too fast, not too slow. She felt his body tremble as she gripped him. She looked at his face; he closed his eyes for a second before looking back at her with pure lust. She noticed his gaze slide down to her chest. As she moved her hand, her breasts bounced slightly. Remembering the magazine's advice, Erza slid her straps down, letting her blouse fall to reveal her large, 90-centimeter bust.
With her breasts bared and swaying freely, Erza felt Alex grow even larger as pre-cum began to bead at the tip. Using it as lubricant, she realized how much this excited him. "Do you like what you see? If only you were more honest, you wouldn't have been suffering."
Fap, fap, fap. The rhythmic sound of her hand moving up and down filled the room. Alex was drowning in the sensation of her soft hand and the sight of her naked chest, her nipples dancing with every movement. Erza, with a slight flush on her cheeks, seemed to enjoy the way Alex panted under her manual work.
After a few minutes, Alex couldn't hold back anymore. A week's worth of energy, fueled by the constant temptation of Erza's body, was about to burst forth. "Erza, I'm about to come... move your hand faster!" She obeyed, accelerating the pace.
Seconds later, Alex shuddered from his legs to his waist. A white liquid shot from him, spraying across Erza's face. Jet after jet of white fluid bathed her beautiful features. Erza closed her eyes instinctively and let the warmth wash over her. Alex felt a release like no other, far better than anything in his past life.
In the heat of the moment, Erza wasn't sure what to do with her face covered in his seed. This kind of intimacy was entirely new to her. She thought that once his energy was released, he would finally sleep well. But then, she saw him grow firm once again... Alex had become excited all over again after seeing the "artwork" of Erza's face bathed in his essence. The sight was too erotic.
Erza remembered Mirajane's words: "He won't be satisfied with just one time." Then she recalled Mira touching her own lips.
It seems there is no other choice. I have to be even more stimulating, Erza thought.