After knocking on the door, Lucio heard the voice of a mature woman who told him to come in.
Lucio entered and there he saw the three women he was looking for and the paunchy man who had previously given him a gift.
The first woman he saw was the one sitting behind the desk and it was the woman who had told him to come in.
She was the Principal of Nevermore Academy her name was Larissa Weems, she is a Shapeshifter, right now she was transformed and she was not using her true appearance.
The form she was in was that of an older woman, her appearance was that of a woman who appeared to be about forty or forty-five years old, her actual age was actually 40 years old.
Despite her appearance she was quite beautiful, she had fair, wrinkle-free skin, short white-colored hair, and blue-green eyes, and her height was 5'9 (180 cm) feet tall.
Although this appearance of a mature woman was beautiful, Larissa's true appearance was even more so and even though she was transformed she couldn't fool the creator of everything. Lucio could see the true shape of her and had to admit that not only did she look younger but she was also really hot. Why she hid her true appearance was a mystery.
Larissa at this moment was looking at Lucio with a neutral and questioning face, but when she got a good look at him her heart began to beat violently and she felt like it would jump out of her chest.
'I-it's him.' She thought something excited, she, feeling her own emotion, cursed herself.
'Stupid heart calm down, he's barely 16, b-but he looks a little older.' She tried to justify that he looked older and didn't look like someone who was only 16 years old.
Although Larissa did not know Lucio in person, she did see a photo in his folder that showed information about him.
When she heard that the council wanted another student to enter the academy, she refused and protested. But she couldn't do anything because everyone had given their votes that Lucio could attend the academy.
She was a bit bitter and out of curiosity that same night she was able to get the information from Lucio, after reading his information that he was an orphan, that he lived in a seedy orphanage, that he never had the opportunity to meet his parents, that he was of the fairy race and that he might be the last of his kind, his heart softened and his old bitterness for Lucio vanished.
Out of curiosity wanted to see what Lucio was like, after all it was said that the fairy race was one of the most beautiful, that's why he went to the last page, but... After going to the last page to see a picture of him, her maiden heart skipped a beat.
She, who had thought that she would never find someone who could make her heart beat again, had not only found him, but her frozen heart beat again with such power that she had never felt like this in her life. For a moment she thought her was going to have a heart attack.
That night she managed to calm down and told herself that everything she had imagined with Lucio did not have to happen and she sealed her emotions again. But now that she was looking at him in person, her failed attempt to forget about that heavenly feeling resurfaced.
The second woman he saw was the one who was looking at him curiously with a slight blush on her cheeks.
She was Morticia Addams, she was a woman who appeared to be 30 years old at most, but whose real age was 40 years old.
She had a wasp waist with wide hips and D cup breasts if she combined it all resulted in a beautiful hourglass figure.
She had pale skin, long black hair, and black eyes. She is 5'6 (170 cm) feet tall, she was wearing a form-fitting gothic dress with a black lame skirt.
Morticia was somewhat curious when she first saw Lucio and seeing how he was dressed she knew he was not a student.
'He will be a new student? I don't think so, we had to use all our connections just to get Wednesday accepted into Nevermore. He asked me who it will be?' She thought to herself curiously. She kept looking at Lucio and inspected him from top to bottom.
'He's very handsome and those muscles… Mmmn~ they are so hot.' Morticia lightly bit her lips, painted with black lipstick with purple reflections, and when she realized that her thoughts were straying from her, she blushed slightly and scolded herself.
'Damn Morticia, I'm not a young woman like in the old days, now I'm old and wrinkled, such a handsome young man would never be interested in me, also I already have... Gomez.' When she thought of her husband, she couldn't help but feel pain and sorrow due to her husband's special case.
Lucio then looked at the third woman, who in this case was more of a girl than a woman.
She was staring at him unblinkingly with her typical emotionless face of hers.
She was Wednesday Friday Addams. She was 16 years old. She had a petite (small and slender) figure, standing only 5'1 (156 cm) feet tall.
She had black hair in two long braids, a bang over her forehead, a pale complexion as if she were half dead, dark brown eyes, and black eye shadow.
She was dressed in black, white, and gray, with her emotionless face, pale skin, and the way she was dressed, she looked like an undead who had risen from her grave recently.
Wednesday when she looked at Lucio although her emotionless face didn't change, his heart, which was rarely beating, began to beat normally like a normal human being.
'Why did my heart start beating? Am I about to die? Tch, what an uncreative death, I thought my death might have been at the hands of a murderous lunatic. But on second thought, being torn to pieces by a lion would have been a better option, it would be all over the papers 'Young woman is torn to pieces by a lion and eaten alive' sounds better.' She thought and kept looking at Lucio without blinking, she was waiting to die, but death never came and she was disappointed.
'Is it because of him?' She thought and became bitter at the thought that it could be because of Lucio.
Gomez, on the other hand, was looking at Lucio... Well, who cares.
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Author note: Thank you very much to all my dear readers for reading this incestuous novel. We reached 1k collections in 11 days and almost 190,000 views, that was fast. I am really happy thank you. Greetings to all my degenerate readers.
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I'm just going to copy and paste two responses I gave to two other people. This is for those who ask. Why do you care what others think? Because being that kind of identity, do you think about those things that only humans think about?
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I didn't nerf him, I just made his thoughts more human, nothing more. Later this changes, although he will continue to see himself as a god, his thoughts are not at all. For example, on the subject of incest, he worries about how they can get to see him, more precisely the women he will have.
It could be said that when only the mc existed, he had the mentality of a child, now after so much time watching his creations grow, not only mature but also some customs stuck to him. That is unavoidable even if you are a God.
Keep reading, I really don't like a stupid MC, this mentality that I made him is only so that when he realizes that he really does not have to worry about anyone's opinion, even his women, it will make him more free, for so to speak and the real debauchery of the MC will begin. It is understood?
- Second reply to comment
If you read earlier, in Maisha's dialogue it says that her father doesn't go out in public, it means that apart from Maisha he doesn't interact with anyone else.
Now I put you in context so you understand. If you are the creator and you start to be aware of yourself, that does not mean that you know everything from the beginning, when Lucio created things he had the mentality of a newborn baby and his creations would be like a baby trying to fart.
Lucio spent his whole life watching the Omegaverse and since humans are the majority, he is also influenced by them because he learned from them and matured with them. I don't know if I understand myself, but that would be my reasoning. Anyway keep reading you will like my MC, he is not stupid.
If you failed to understand my reasoning there are three options.
- I can't explain.
- You're a fool.
- Or I'm the fool.