Extra's Rise: I Stole All The Women In The Hero's Party-Chapter 114: Mira, Huh?

The sunlight peeked in through the half-open window, sliding across the wooden floor and crawling up the sheets of Zayn’s bed like a nosy intruder.

Zayn stirred a little, his blond hair flopping messily across his eyes as he let out a lazy yawn.

His body was warm — warmer than usual.

Something, or rather someone, was nestled up against him, and for a moment he thought maybe he’d fallen asleep clutching a pillow again.

But no, pillows didn’t breathe softly into your chest or mutter your name in their sleep like some dreamy confession.

He tilted his head slightly and saw a familiar cascade of silver-golden hair, glowing faintly in the soft morning light.

Elisse lay there with her cheek squished against his shoulder, one leg thrown carelessly over his waist, and her massive chest practically swallowing the space between them.

It was a snug, suffocating comfort — not that he was complaining.

Zayn blinked, momentarily wondering if it was still a dream.

But the weight of her body, the warmth of her skin even through the light clothes, and the soft little breathy sounds she made confirmed it: this was real.

They had fallen asleep like this.

He let out a quiet breath of amusement, brushing her hair out of her face with one hand, and accidentally tugging slightly at her top with the other.

"...Zayn..." she mumbled again, lips brushing faintly against his collarbone as she shifted in her sleep.

It made something flutter in his chest. He’d never really thought of Elisse as the type to mutter sweet things in her sleep.

She was always so composed... well, unless she was threatening someone with their food.

He was about to close his eyes again when he felt her stir.

Her eyelashes fluttered like little feathers brushing his shoulder. Then her blue eyes opened, sleepy but clear, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Mornin’, love," she whispered, voice husky and sweet with sleep.

Zayn blinked again, a little stunned by the greeting. "Wow. Just like that, huh?"

"Mmhm." She stretched a bit, and that stretch pushed certain soft things even closer against him.

That might’ve been the exact moment Zayn realized where his hands were.

His brain lagged a second behind his body as he glanced down and noticed both his palms comfortably — very securely — resting on her rear.

His hands reflexively gave a light squeeze.

Elisse gasped just slightly, her eyes widening as a little moan escaped her lips before she bit them in surprise.

Zayn looked like he’d just been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. "Ah, I — I didn’t mean to — "

She laughed softly, pressing her forehead against his.

"If you like them that much," she whispered, voice turning teasingly smooth, "you could always give me a baby."

Zayn choked on air.

"A baby!?" he croaked, his hands flying up into the air like he’d just been accused of a crime.

Elisse giggled, hiding her smile in his neck. "Just kidding. Maybe."

"Oh stars, don’t say ’maybe’ — my heart’s not ready for that level of commitment first thing in the morning."

She playfully poked his cheek. "What, scared?"

"I’m not scared, I’m startled," he said, puffing his chest like a noble knight who just narrowly dodged death by flirtation. "There’s a difference."

They both laughed, still tangled together in the blankets.

The air between them was warm, and for once, not awkward.

It was soft. Natural. The kind of peaceful morning that felt rare in their world full of dungeons, monsters, and unpredictable boss fights.

Elisse propped herself up on her elbow, resting her chin on her hand. "Alright then, Zayn. What would you name our hypothetical baby?"

He gave her a look. "You’re really sticking with this?"

"Yup." She grinned. "You touched the goods, now pay the toll."

Zayn shook his head, rubbing his eyes with a groan. "Okay, okay. Hmm... if it’s a girl... maybe Mira? Sounds soft. Kind of elegant."

She nodded thoughtfully. "Mira. I like it. And a boy?"

He smirked. "Branzayn."

Elisse snorted. "Absolutely not."

Zayn faked a look of offense. "Wow. Harsh. I was honoring our dear axe-wielding musclehead."

"Then maybe just ’Bran’. Leave your ego out of it."

"Fair enough. Okay — how about Elias?"

Her expression softened a little. "That’s a nice one."

They sat there in silence for a bit, the sunlight now warming their cheeks.

Elisse looked genuinely thoughtful, which surprised Zayn.

"...You really want a family one day?" he asked, voice dropping slightly.

Elisse didn’t look away. "Maybe not now. Maybe not soon. But someday? Yeah... I think I do."

Zayn didn’t say anything at first.

Just reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling faintly. "Guess I should start learning how to cook something that isn’t burnt eggs."

She leaned in and kissed him on the lips again, a simple, tender one this time. "You’re already halfway there, Zayn."

"Oh yeah? What’s the other half?"

"Not running away when I talk about babies."

"Hey, hey — give it a week before you start naming my children."

They both laughed again, and Zayn felt something inside him relax.

Not just his body, but his soul.

This right here — this was peace. And in a world full of uncertainty, he realized that these moments were more valuable than gold, monster cores, or rare enchanted weapons.

Even if it meant waking up tangled in limbs and boobs.

He let out a long yawn, arms stretching over his head as he groaned. "Alright, alright. You win. I’m naming the first one Mira. But I swear if Bran hears about this, I’m tossing you under the rock."

"Oh, I’m telling him myself," Elisse grinned as she slid out of bed. "He needs to know I got to you first."

Zayn flopped back on the pillow, arm over his eyes. "Great. First the dungeon boss, now this. I’m never catching a break."

Elisse winked at him from the doorway, "That’s because you’re mine now, Mr. Zayn."

And with that, she left the room, leaving Zayn staring at the ceiling.

"...Mira, huh?" he mumbled.

He smiled.