Krista Lenz

Out of all the female cadets, Krista was the less likely to hit him because of how kind she was. Practically everyone in the Cadet Corps worshipped her as some sort of goddess due to said kindness. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't just hate her.

So, with that in mind, he made the decision to test out if this phenomenon worked on her as well. Eren looked around and spotted Krista talking with Armin. Surprisingly, Ymir wasn't anywhere around considering how she constantly hounded Krista and made bold declarations of how they'd get married in the future.

Training was done for the day, and unless something came up, they had nothing else to do. Eren walked on over to Krista and cut in between her and Armin. The latter was noticed his best friend from the corner of his eye, greeting him with a wave and a smile.

"Hey, Eren."

"Yo, Armin." He greeted back. "Sorry to cut in, but there's something I need to talk to Krista about."

The blond simply nodded, standing up from his position. "Oh, it's fine. I was actually just about to be on my way and meet up with Marco. He needs some help with his gear. I'll see you around then."

The two friends clasped each other's shoulder as Armin ran off, waving goodbye to the two. Eren and Krista waved back, waiting until Armin was out of sight.

"So, Eren... What did you want to talk about?"

He shook his head, looking at the cadets that surrounded them. "Not here. Too many ears. You mind if we go somewhere a bit more private?" He requested. He felt a pit of nervousness form in his stomach, realizing how he sounded, and he hoped that she didn't took it that way.

To his fortune, Krista nodded and even smiled radiantly. "Sure, I don't mind. Lead the way."

Eren nodded back and led Krista away from the training grounds, out into the forest away from prying eyes. He felt his heart beat loudly against chest, his conscience asking himself if he was really about to do this. To Krista of all people? But he needed to see, if what happened with Sasha wasn't just her being weird.

"So! Eren, what did you want to talk about?" Krista asked, sitting down on a fallen log.

Throwing caution to the wind, Eren moved forward and cupped both of Krista's breasts, squeezing them in his hands. And just like with Sasha, she made no sort of violent reaction, only blushing from the contact.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to grope you."

"I-is that it? We could've just done it earlier in the training field, you know. No need to hide from everyone."

Eren ignored Krista, his mind being consumed by the softness of her breasts. While they weren't as big as Sasha's, they filled his hands quite enough. He massaged her chest, squeezing it every so often like he was kneading dough.

Even someone as nice as Krista would've normally screamed out the top of her lungs for help, and that she was being molested. And yet, she simply sat there and soaked it all in, smiling right at him.

Slowly, Eren felt his conscience and his morality be derailed, pervertedness and deviancy starting to take over. They screamed at him to do more. And he agreed with it.

"Hey, Krista. You mind taking off your clothes, so I can grope your boobs better?"

The blonde beamed, nodding eagerly. "Sure, I don't mind."

Krista shucked off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt, letting it crumple down on her feet, revealing her rather plain white bra. Soon, those joined her clothes as well. As she was about to move to take off her pants, Eren stopped her.

"That's fine for now. Come here, sit on my lap." He gestured to his lap, motioning for her to come.

Krista nodded and did as she was ask, sitting right on Eren's laps, her naked breasts staring right at him. Like a man possessed, he lunged forward and redoubled his efforts to grope the blond. Eren let his perverted curiosity guide him and popped one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on the pink bud.

Krista's breath hitched, cheeks growing redder by the second. A moan escaped her lips as her comrade played with her breasts. The taste was intoxicating for the brunette, sucking in more of her breast while his hand attended to the other one, pinching and twisting the nipple between his finger.

In the back of his mind, Eren was confused. He never had any experience in pleasuring women nor had he read any book how to do so, and yet the way he acted, he felt as if he had. Like instinct, he knew what buttons to push.

Eren ignored these thoughts, more focused on fulfilling this twisted pleasure of his. He released Krista's breast from his ****, before moving on to the other one, circling his tongue around the areola, flicking the pink bud, eliciting some more moans from the blonde goddess. He sucked on it just as fiercely, making Krista writhe on his lap, before she felt something hard poke her ass.

Eren was well aware that his boner was prodding Krista, but for the moment, he focused more on sucking on her boobs. Minutes later and he was satisfied, letting go of her nipple with a loud pop, strings of saliva connecting it to his lips.

He looked up and saw Krista staring at him, panting with half-lidded eyes, looking disheveled. Not to mention his painfully hard prick straining against her ass. Should he? Should he go all the way?