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[ExD] - 6.0.11
🕑 Added 2026-01-11 05:55:18 +0000 UTCMyra Fletcher
What the fuck’s going on in there? Myra Fletcher stopped herself from knocking on the door of Erind’s room.
Erind and Deen had been inside for around half an hour already. They were just supposed to change, right? Cool down a bit, and then, they were going to resume their talk. Myra was anxious to get this over with. She felt incredibly bad, of course, and thought that things would get better if Erind and Deen would just get angry at her. Get it all out.
They could make up afterwards.
They didn’t need to forgive her. But Myra needed them to help her find Kelsey, especially if Kelsey was held by the Professor. Another thing was that attacking Erind and Deen at Sanders Mall was one of the dumbest things Myra had ever done in her life. She berated herself at night as she kept replaying the scene while staring into the darkness.
Myra hoped that this’d all be settled today, which was why she blurted her confession despite knowing the consequences. Compared to the good-natured Erind, the strong-willed Deen wouldn’t easily forgive Myra for her bullshit. Still… Myra should be able to sleep again after completing her conversation with Erind and Deen.
Myra had heard the water turn on earlier. Maybe Deen was cooling her head in the shower. But that was a while ago. Shouldn’t Erind and Deen be back by now? Antsy, Myra decided to come to them.
After all, she was at fault.
“What are those sounds?” Myra whispered, frowning.
Could that be… moaning? That was moaning! Deen suddenly called out Erind’s name. Why would Deen say that when Erind was in the room with her? There was also the noise of creaking wood that got louder for a moment before quieting down.
Myra stepped away, her mind refusing to process the wild conclusion.
Are Deen and Erind fucking inside?
Myra lowered her arm and turned. No freaking way she was going to knock now. If those two were actually doing the deed, which was ultra crazy, Myra shouldn’t disturb them. If Erind and Deen were doing something else, and Myra was just green-minded in her assumptions, then she’d better wait for them to finish. It was hardly any of her business.
But as Myra tiptoed back to the room of Erind’s mom, curiosity tugged at her mind. The door beckoned to her to continue eavesdropping. She didn’t consider herself gossipy. She shouldn’t care what Erind and Deen were doing—that was their business. She didn’t even care about the love lives of her friends or those of celebrities.
And yet, Myra found herself slinking back to Erind’s room.
This is insane, she thought. I’m insane, and I shouldn’t be doing this.
Myra held her breath and carefully placed her ear on the door.
After listening for a few seconds, she confirmed that the sound was someone moaning. The only other explanation was that they were watching porn inside. However, Deen, exclaiming Erind’s name again, dashed that alternative. It really was Deen.
Erind seemed to have replied, but it was too inaudible for Myra to understand. Myra assumed that Erind was scolding Deen for being too loud.
“She’s in her room,” Deen replied. “She won’t hear—ooh!”
Apparently, Erind resumed whatever she was doing to Deen. And it was something Deen enjoyed a lot because her moans became louder. She even squealed a couple of times, rocking the bed with such force that Myra thought that it’d break.
Since when did these two become a thing? Myra remembered that Erind had stayed at Deen’s place for some time to protect her from the 2Ms. Did they become closer then? But they were already best friends before that time. Perhaps their budding relationship had started much earlier, during their first semester in law school. The attraction was stoked when they started to live together.
After going through so many life-and-death situations, it wasn’t unexpected for two people to have deeper feelings for each other. Those feelings might blossom into love. Or lust. A lot of lust, judging from Deen’s incessant moans. Myra couldn’t believe that Deen could make sounds like that; the statuesque blonde always seemed to ooze a ladylike aura.
Myra felt herself blush while imagining what nasty things were happening in the room. Deen was one thing; she may present a prim and proper front, but it wasn’t out of character for her to be in a relationship.
When Deen had joined them, Dario tasked Johann and Myra with investigating her. They found that she had been dating a fellow law student, a guy named Adrian. Given Deen’s beauty, she should have lots of suitors and at least a few past relationships. Nothing surprising, given the complex love life of her older sister, which was the focus of many celebrity magazines in town.
Erind was the surprising one. She was always reserved and timid, avoiding parties and socializing. Myra thought of Erind as the virgin-nerd who might die from a heart attack at the mention of sex, and just couldn’t picture her doing… things… to Deen.
Actually, Myra could picture it. She gulped at the images in her mind.
I thought they were straight. Myra couldn’t recall a single instance in which these two showed that they were in a relationship. They also hadn’t expressed love for each other. From all appearances, Deen and Erind were just really close friends.
“This is wrong,” Myra whispered to herself, stepping away. She felt like a pervert listening to Erind and Deen.
Myra had a couple of boyfriends before. She had never been with a girl, though wasn’t closed to the idea.
There were some mighty fine women out there, including Deen. At times, she caught herself glancing at Deen, admiring her beauty. Myra didn’t feel weird about it because Deen was crazily conventionally attractive. Both guys and girls would have the hots for her.
But Myra never crossed the line and fantasized about Deen.
That was before. Now, Myra was undressing Deen in her mind. I’m freaking crazy!
The stress of the earlier confrontation, combined with hearing her friends- well, they were friends before; not sure about now—had turned Myra on. She found her right hand massaging her breasts, her heart racing like mad.
Naked Deen… Myra couldn’t help but try to recall the curve of Deen’s breasts. Were they as perky without a bra? Would they sag a bit given their weight? They were quite hefty. Much bigger than Myra’s breasts, she’d admit that, though she was also very proud of her own.
And what color were Deen’s nipples? Maybe on the light pinkish side? Darker? They’d be erect from arousal, just like what was happening to Myra’s nipples.
Myra closed her eyes while standing with her back to the door of Erind’s mom’s room. She still hadn’t returned inside, her mind’s eye wandering over Deen’s body, going lower and lower to between her legs. Deen would obviously have blonde hair down there as well.
Then Myra pictured Erind eating out Deen. I can’t believe Erind is doing this…
Deen would be on Erind’s bed, but what would be their positions? Would Deen be sitting at the edge, with Erind kneeling on the floor in front of her? Or would Deen be splayed on Erind’s bed, her legs spread wide?
Erind might have some insane tongue game to make Deen moan that hard. That Erind? The Erind who looked like she hadn’t even heard the word ‘sex’ in her life? It was true what they said—the quiet ones were the freakiest. It would appear that Erind’s well hidden tongue talents lured Deen away from Team Straight. Myra was just joking about it earlier, not expecting it was actually true.
Part of Myra was curious of what Erind could do. Maybe, if she listened more to them, she’d have a better picture.
“Oh my god, what the hell am I doing?” Myra shuffled back to Erind’s bedroom. She knew she was stupid for doing this, but she had done many stupid things before. Another one or two dumb shit wouldn’t affect anything.
Myra kneeled next to Erind’s door and eavesdropped again. As soon as she heard the moans, her right hand unconsciously went inside her shirt and over her sports bra, groping her breast. Her dug her other hands into her pants and found the wet patch between her legs.
This is super wrong! But Myra continued playing with herself.
(Author’s Notes: I’m experimenting with Myra here. Still not sure how we’ll include her in the equation. We’re sort of playing around with ExD until the REND rewrite gets far enough to latch on there. Next chapter will still be Myra POV.)
Comments
Vaporus
Excellent writing, good stuff!
Temple (REND)
Thanks for your support!
Falxie
TFTC <3
Temple (REND)
ExD is Erind is really far removed from the main story Erind. And that only worked because it took a long time. We'll take it slow with Myra too and pull back in the next chapter.
Temple (REND)
Yep, I agree this was too fast of a development. I was researching smut stories (lol), and tried out a fast route when a new character is introduced. It's very different how smut stories do it, compared to ExD where we build characters over a long period of time. It took some time for Erind and Deen to reach this point. I'll pull back on Myra next chapter and we'll take it slow. Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
ARIMA Maroon
Erind was the surprising one. She was always reserved and timid, avoiding parties and socializing. Myra thought of Erind as the virgin-nerd who might die from a heart attack at the mention of sex, and just couldn’t picture her doing… things… to Deen. -> To be fair, prior to ExD this would be sorta true. I’m experimenting with Myra here. Still not sure how we’ll include her in the equation. We’re sort of playing around with ExD until the REND rewrite gets far enough to latch on there. -> Hyped to see how it comes out! Thanks for the chappy!
Frozzendeth
Hm, this feels a bit (more than usual, with this being ExD and all) out of character for Myra, i feel like she should have a more, firm? reaction to ExD as that is how she she has acted in all other scenarios we have seen. Given that they are all mostly combat or close to it. I hope you dont make her fall into the room like a cheap anime, but work it into the story properly if ExDxM has to happen - maybe on the cruise, with the time up to it having Myra longing to join in while ExD gets more and more steamy and bad at hiding it? CBTM
