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June 22, 2016. Atlantic City.
"Mr. Andrew, it's time for breakfast! Get up, you have class."
"Mmm..."
Hearing the familiar shout, Andy got out of bed, tired and half asleep. He headed straight to the kitchen for breakfast and sat down at the table. Immediately, a woman served him his favourite dish: scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes, accompanied by orange juice.
"Thank you, Sabrina," Andy said to the woman in front of him, serving him the food. Sabrina, a 47-year-old woman, an Italian immigrant who had cared for him since he was a little boy as his mother's maid.
Sabrina, with her big dark brown hair and round, plump chest, had a heavy silhouette. Her brown eyes conveyed kindness and care for Andy, while a mole above her lips added a distinctive touch to her face. She was wearing a black maid's dress, modest but clean and neat, reflecting her dedication to caring for the house and Andy.
Sabrina smiled and replied, "My pleasure. You need to pick up some energy, in a few days it will be the exam that will decide your future."
"If I study well and am consistent, I think it will be very easy," Andy added. "I'd like to start my compa..."
Before he could finish the word, footsteps echoed of someone coming down the stairs to go down to the kitchen. It was none other than Amber Collins, Andy's mother, a brown-haired, green-eyed woman with a remarkable resemblance to Andy. She was wearing a purple robe, and Amber's large breasts almost bulged out of the fabric, capturing the attention of everyone present. Her beauty was undeniable, with delicate features and a captivating expression that stood out even more in the morning light.
Without saying a word, Amber took the breakfast Sabrina had prepared and sat down at the table. She began to eat while looking at her cell phone, seemingly oblivious to the presence of her only child. The silence in the kitchen was filled only with the sound of silverware clattering against the plate and the sound of the cell phone keypad. Andy, seeing his mother's lack of response, decided it was best to stay quiet and concentrate on his meal.
"You're not going to say good morning to the mother who bore you, Andrew," Amber said, still looking at her phone and eating.
"Good morning, Mother," Andy replied without looking up, continuing to eat his breakfast. The tense atmosphere in the room was palpable, as words barely broke the silence that dominated the table.
Andy looked up and met his mother's serious gaze.
"How cold that 'good morning' sounded. You're capable of being nice to our maid, but not to your mother, who taught you values," Amber reproached him with a mixture of disappointment and firmness in her tone.
"What values has she taught me if she doesn't even work?". Andy was quite annoyed to hear the word "values" come out of his mother's mouth.
"What's the point of working when I already have all three of my ex-husbands working for me." Amber smiled.
"And you're proud of that?" replied Andy with a mixture of disbelief and frustration in his voice.
"What do you mean?" asked Amber, showing surprise at her son's harsh words.
"A mother who teaches her son to take advantage of people for his gain is not a mother is a bitch." Andy spat, unable to contain his anger.
In response, Amber leaped up from the table and unloaded a powerful slap across Andy's face, her hand connecting with a resounding "Slap!".
Andy used to this kind of mistreatment from his mother, barely reacted, touching his now reddened cheek.
"How dare you insult me, you damn child!" said Amber, with anger in her eyes and her hand still suspended in the air. The confrontation between mother and son left a charged atmosphere in the room.
She stripped off her purple robe with no underwear and stood completely naked in the kitchen in front of her son and maid, showing a figure that did not reflect her 40 years: large breasts and a slender figure that are the living definition of a MILF.
"This is what you live for," she told him as she grabbed his head pulling him closer to her pink pussy. "This is what makes men fight for me."
Amber, still enraged, looked at Andy who was silent, and said firmly, "Using people as your playthings is the best, my son. In this world, only the strong survive, and you must learn to fend for yourself even if what you do is wrong." His tone revealed a conviction rooted in his beliefs.
"My baby, I understand you're upset, but you've been a little disrespectful," she commented as she approached him. With a sharp gesture, he grabbed Andy's face, forcing him to look him straight in the eye.
"I must remind you that thanks to you, for 18 years, I have had a million-dollar pension, a mansion, and many of your father's properties, even though you never knew him," he said smiling sincerely. "Although sometimes it may seem that I don't appreciate you, I want you to know that I love you. You are the greatest fortune I have ever received in my life. Thank you for being born." She ended the conversation by kissing him on the cheek where she had hit him earlier, trying to ease the tension between them, though the complicated mother-son relationship still hung in the air.
Without finishing her breakfast, Amber picked up the purple robe she had thrown on the floor. She picked it up and threw it over her shoulders, indicating that the discussion was over. With a firm step, she headed for the living room. Andy, still seated, stared at her as she walked away.
Suddenly, a warm hand touched Andy's shoulder. It was none other than Sabrina, the maid, who had remained silent throughout the discussion. She knew that intervening might cost her her job, but her concern for Andy compelled her to offer her support.
"I know she's terrible and not a great example, but not all women are like her, please pass the next test."
Andy and Sabrina shared a look laden with understanding and complicity. As Amber walked away, Sabrina's presence offered Andy some small comfort amidst the tension in the house.
It was getting late. Andy left the house, got in the car, and headed for Harmonian College of New Jersey, where he was studying business administration. It didn't take him more than 20 minutes to get there. As he parked the car, he grabbed his backpack and headed straight for the entrance. As he passed through the grassy field surrounding the place, he noticed someone waiting for him on the steps leading up to the door: it was his best friend, Jake Park.
"Well, well, isn't that my friend Andrewneitor?" said Jake in a cheerful tone when he saw him.
"What a stupid nickname; why can't you come up with something better?" said Andy glad to see him.
"Mmm... how about 'Grand Master Cultivator Collins'?"
"Very long, but I like it," replied Andy with a smile as the two friends shared a moment of camaraderie before heading off to college.
Andy and Jake met when they were seniors in high school. Despite being in different classes (Andy was in Class A and Jake was in Class B), they had never spoken to each other. It was during their senior year that, at the same time, while they were in the library, they received their admissions to Harmonian College. The shout of joy they both gave at the same time made them notice the coincidence.
From that day on they got to know each other and shared their tastes in economics, anime, and, somewhat peculiarly, their preference that boobs are better than asses. Their friendship grew quickly as they discovered more common interests and now, as college classmates, they shared not only the academic load but also the laughs and fun times life had to offer.
Andy considered Jake a refuge, someone who helped him forget his mother's abusive words and actions, even though Jake was unaware of that situation. To Andy, Jake was not only a laughing and trusting companion but also a pillar of his life. Despite not knowing the true magnitude of the challenges Andy faced at home, Jake had become the best friend to confide in and provided a welcome respite in adversity.
They passed through the halls of the university, heading toward the classroom. They sat together at the last table in the back as they shared a lively conversation. After a few minutes, the economics professor walked in, set his books on the table, and said hello.
"Good morning everyone. As you all know, Friday is the final exam that will determine your future in the world of economics. We have one very important topic left to cover, 'Creating a fictitious company'. I want you to work in pairs. Design a fictitious company. Explain to me what the function of the company is, how you would create it with a budget of $1,000, and how you would grow it to $10 million," the teacher announced, setting a challenge that got the students' attention.
Andy and Jake exchanged glances, aware that this project could be crucial to their final grade and, potentially, to their future in the business world.
Andy and Jake had the idea of working together until the teacher, with a smile, said, "To make it a little more fun, I'll choose the partners." Their expressions of joy turned to disappointment. They weren't exactly antisocial, but they didn't like working with people they didn't trust to do a good job. The professor began to cull until he came to Jake's name. He paired him with Franklin, someone known for his excellent grades. "Andrew Collins and Paula Anderson, back row," the professor announced.
Shifting in his seat at the back table, Andy noticed a woman with long purple hair and blue eyes sitting next to him. Intrigued by her scent, he looked to his left and saw an attractive figure. She was dressed in a white blouse and blue shorts, engrossed in her cell phone.
To break the ice with the purple-haired girl, Andy turned to her and greeted her with a friendly "Hi." At first, the girl looked at him blankly, but then, in a relaxed tone, asked, "What's your name?"
Andy, a little nervous but determined to make a good impression, replied, "I'm Andrew Collins." However, the girl changed to a playful tone and said, "Andrew, huh? How boring, can I call you Andy?" she asked with a charming smile.
Andy, slightly puzzled, nodded shyly and replied, "Y-yes, of course." From that first meeting with the girl, Andy's life changed completely.
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"Slap!"
Andy awoke to a loud slap across his face as he lay in the room where the noble girls and Fiona had raped him, causing him to lose consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that the woman hitting him was the maid Teresa, who was in the room with Lily by her side and was watching Andy get out of bed with red lipstick marks on his naked body.
Lily tossed Andy the clothes Sebastian had taken from him and said, "Get dressed, it's time to go back to the brothel." Andy got up wearily, dressed and walked obediently towards the castle exit, recalling memories of his past life that he wanted to forget and remember at the same time.