Everyone gathered inside, and the long dining table was already filled with lavish dishes—steaming curries, fresh bread, desserts, and drinks. The atmosphere felt lively, yet intimate.
They began eating together.
PK, however, had already decided to tease Eve a little.
"Eve," he called casually.
She looked up, surprised. "Yes?"
"Come here."
She hesitated for a second, then walked over. Before she could react, PK gently lifted her and made her sit on his lap.
Eve froze instantly.
Her back straightened, her hands stiff at her sides. Lana and Luna stopped eating at the same time, their eyes widening—jealousy clearly written on their faces.
PK picked up a spoon and calmly started feeding Eve while continuing to eat himself.
Eve's face turned red almost immediately.
"P-PK…" she whispered, embarrassed, avoiding everyone's gaze.
He smiled softly and leaned closer.
"I'm sorry I left you alone today," he said quietly, then placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
That was enough.
Eve's face turned completely crimson. She could barely breathe, her thoughts in chaos. She quickly stood up and escaped from his lap, sitting back in her place with her head lowered.
Lana and Luna puffed their cheeks, clearly unhappy.
PK noticed, amused.
"Hey," he said.
He pulled Lana closer first, lifted her effortlessly, and fed her a few bites himself. Then he placed a light kiss on her cheek.
Lana's anger melted instantly.
Next, Luna received the same treatment—fed gently, kissed softly.
Only then did the twins relax.
Dinner continued like this—teasing, warmth, stolen glances, and quiet laughter.
After they finished, PK spoke calmly.
"Tomorrow, Lana, Luna—take Eve and visit Dragon Villa. Make whatever changes you want. Interior, layout, anything."
They nodded together.
"I'll be going to base tomorrow," PK added simply.
The three girls looked at him, slightly disappointed but understanding.
That night, all three insisted on sleeping in his bed again.
PK didn't refuse.
All three women moved toward the bed, their shared hunger overriding any lingering hesitation.
PK didn't hold back; he moved between them like a predator, pulling each into a series of rough, searing kisses that didn't end until their lips were swollen and stinging.
His hands were restless, roaming over their curves with the possessive grip of a hungry wolf claiming his prize. Under the heavy heat of the blankets, the air grew thick with their jagged breathing and the friction of skin on skin.
Finally, entangled in a mess of limbs and shared warmth, he pulled them all into a crushing embrace, and they drifted into a deep, exhausted sleep.