Sophia moved closer to Rosalyn, her expression shifting from indignation to mischievous determination.
Her gaze lingered on Rosalyn's flushed cheeks, traces of her brother's semen on her face and then she lowered her gaze towards Rosalyn's pussy. It was overflowing with Adrian's semen.
"It's unfair," Sophia declared, pointing to the evidence of Adrian's affection on Rosalyn.
"You got everything, and now I'm left out." She bent down and leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from Rosalyn's face, her smirk softening into a sly grin and her tongue tracing out the remnants of her brother's seeds on Rosalyn's face.
"I'll just have to take care of this myself.", she tasted the seeds on Rosalyn's face.
"Sophia...wait...I am...not ready...yet", as Rosalyn was about to stop her but before she could react,
Sophia had already positioned herself between her legs and her fingers was already on her clit, her intent clear.
Adrian, observing the dynamic with a raised brow and an amused glint in his eye, moved behind Sophia, his hands resting gently on her ass.
Just as the three of them were about to start a round of passion and lust in this delicate and charged moment, the door was flung open with a loud bang.
"Really?" Seraphina's voice rang out, laced with both exasperation and amusement. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed as she took in the scene.
Her sharp eyes first landed on Rosalyn, flushed and caught off guard, then moved to her niece, Sophia, whose position left little to the imagination, and finally settled on Adrian, who met her gaze with calm composure.
"You two," Seraphina said, shaking her head with a mock sigh, "instead of making Lira comfortable, you're here indulging yourselves. In the morning, no less. You couldn't even wait until night?"
Sophia straightened, brushing herself off with a dramatic huff. "Oh, don't act so high and mighty, Aunt Seraphina," she shot back, crossing her arms.
"Are you not just jealous that you didn't think of doing it this with Adrian first? And besides," she added with a pout her face filled with indignation, "I was just about to start when you barged in."
Adrian chuckled softly, his expression remaining calm despite the tension in the room. "Aunt," he said smoothly, "what brings you here this morning? Surely you have more pressing matters than interrupting us?"
Seraphina rolled her eyes but allowed a faint smile to tug at her lips.
"Big sister Isabella sent me to fetch you three. There are still negotiations with Countess Blackthorn, and as Head of the Everhart family, you should be leading them, Adrian. Unless," she teased, her tone light, "you'd rather explain to Isabella why you're late."
Sophia groaned, stomping her foot lightly. "Unfair! I was just about to have my moment, and now we're being called away. Why does Aunt Seraphina and Mom always ruin the fun for me?"
"Enough," Seraphina said, her amusement fading into a more serious tone. "Get dressed and head down. You wouldn't want to make Isabella angry, would you?"
Without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heel, her long coat trailing behind her as she left the room, closing the door firmly behind her.
Sophia pouted, flopping onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. "So unfair," she muttered under her breath.
Adrian placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his expression soft. "Big sister," he said gently, "we'll continue later, all right? I'm sure whatever surprise you have for me will be worth the wait."
Sophia's eyes lit up at his words, and she nodded, a small smile returning to her lips. "You better keep that promise."
Turning to Rosalyn, Adrian extended a hand to help her up. "Let's take a shower and head downstairs," he said.
Rosalyn nodded, her expression still shy but tinged with contentment. Together, they moved toward the adjoining bathroom while Sophia began dressing, her muttered complaints gradually giving way to a renewed determination.
Meanwhile, in a guest room in the manor, Mira stirred awake. Her head throbbed slightly as she sat up, taking in her surroundings with wide, panicked eyes.
"How did I get here?" she thought, her mind racing. She distinctly remembered peeking in on Adrian and Rosalyn, unable to resist her curiosity.
But then… what? She clenched her fists, trying to recall, but all she could summon were fragments of memory—trailing after them, entering the room, and then... nothing.
Her breath quickened as she scanned the room, her magic flaring instinctively. She found no signs of tampering, no residual traces of another's presence.
"Was it a dream?", she wondered, but the unease in her chest told her otherwise.
Shaking her head, she muttered to herself, "No, it wasn't a dream. I followed them… I know I did."
The realization hit her like a cold wave. If someone in the Everhart family had noticed her intrusion and rendered her unconscious without her even perceiving it, then they possessed power far beyond her capabilities.
Mira shivered, a mixture of fear and awe gripping her. "If they wanted to kill me, I'd be dead already."
Her determination solidified in that moment. She had to align herself with the Everhart family, no matter what.
Whatever terms they demanded, she would accept, as long as her own family's interest remained unharmed or mostly unharmed. She would not even hesitate to share some benefits with the Everhart family.
The more she thought about it, the more resolute she became. Besides, she had already decided to strive to befriend Adrian to learn more about different ways to have sex.
With these thoughts racing in her mind, Mira made her decision.
Negotiating with the Everhart family would secure her position and pave the way for mutual benefits.
She needed to act quickly. Pushing aside her lingering unease, she began preparing herself for the upcoming discussions, her mind buzzing with strategies.
Meanwhile, in another part of the manor, Lira excused herself from the company of the other ladies, her earlier depressed mood lifted to a cheerful demeanor.
As Seraphina made her way back from Adrian's room, Lira followed a maid who offered to guide her to Mira's chambers.
Lira walked gracefully through the manor's grand halls, her eyes wandering over the intricate designs and lush decor.
"I can't wait to leave Blackthorn family and live here surrounded by such warm hearted people" she thought, a small smile playing on her lips.
The maid paused at a door and knocked lightly. "Lady Mira, Miss Lira has come to see you."
Inside, Mira snapped out of her thoughts, her heart skipping a beat. She quickly composed herself and called out, "Enter."