"Don't get used to this" Beatrice muttered, her voice slightly trembling as she leaned in and kissed him quickly.
Although it lasted only a second, the sensation of her lips was electrifying, leaving Julian wanting more. Just yesterday, he would never have imagined something like this happening. Getting his cold stepmother to kiss him was something that, under normal circumstances, would have been impossible.
As Beatrice pulled away with a tense expression, an information window popped up next to her. It contained some very useful information that Julian didn't miss.
╔════⟦ ◊ BEATRICE CROSS ◊ ⟧════╗
➣ Level: 14
➣ Destiny Rank: Afortunate (★★★☆☆☆☆).
➣ Occupation: office manager.
➣ Status: drunk (-6 intelligence and will) / furious / slightly excited.
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➣ Body type: Hourglass.
⤷ Height: 5 ft 6 in (1.68 m).
⤷ Weight: 123.5 lb (56 kg)
⤷ Bust: 34L - Gigantic bust, disproportionate for his build.
⤷ Measurements: 40-26-37 in.
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➣ Relationship meter: crisis (♡♡♡♡♡♡).
⤷ Affect: -25 / 100 (increasing tension).
⤷ Friendship: -20 / 100 (hostility).
⤷ Attraction: -40 / 100 (rejection)
⤷ Respect: -70 / 100 (terrible opinion)
⤷ Trust: -10 / 100 (signs of distrust).
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➣ Stats:
⤷ Charm: 16
⤷ Intelligence: 5 (11 - 6).
⤷ Willpower: 3 (9 - 6)
⤷ Physical Condition: 6
⤷ Wealth: 11
⤷ Status: 13
╚════════⟦ END ⟧════════╝
*This is really interesting* Julian mused, his thoughts racing a mile a minute.
Beatrice was clearly furious and loathed him. That was no news to him. What was interesting was that, despite everything, he had gotten excited in this situation. That meant opportunity... and he was going to take advantage of that.
"You call that a kiss? Let me show you."
Unexpectedly, Julian took his stepmother's face between his hands and kissed her with furious intensity. Beatrice was so shocked that she could barely utter a grunt. Her eyes widened as Julian devoured her lips mercilessly, leaving her breathless.
Julian was a clumsy kisser. He had clearly never kissed a woman in his life. There was no point in denying it because it was obvious just by looking at him. However, this he made up for with a raw, almost animalistic passion that Beatrice did not find unpleasant, though she tried to resist the sensation.
"W-wait... Listen to me you fat good-for-nothing, you can't-! Mmmph!" Beatrice tried to speak to him, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Julian's tongue infiltrated inside punishing her for her bad words.
Beatrice felt her body weakening. She tried to push him away, but it was futile. Julian's large body didn't move an inch. Instead, his kiss grew even more intense. A few tears escaped her eyes as her body trembled under all the stimulation. Julian's hands didn't stay still either and gripped her round ass tightly, causing Beatrice to let out a small suppressed moan.
After a few long minutes, Julian finally released her and licked his lips contentedly. A trickle of saliva still joined their mouths.
"See? This is a real kiss. That was a child's kiss before."
Beatrice coughed a little, unable to respond as she caught her breath. Her legs were unsteady, so she sat on the couch without a trace of strength. Her large tits rose and fell with her heavy breathing, demanding attention.
Julian watched her from above savoring the moment. Beatrice's information had changed, showing that the scales were tipping in her favor.
╔════⟦ ◊ BEATRICE CROSS ◊ ⟧════╗
➣ Status: drunk (-6 intelligence and will) / horny (-2 will) / confused (-2 intelligence).
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➣ Relationship meter: confused (♡♡♡♡♡)
⤷ Affect: 05 / 100 (increasing vulnerability)
⤷ Friendship: -10 / 100 (hostility with contradictory feelings of closeness)
⤷ Attraction: 10 / 100 (conflict between attraction and resistance)
⤷ Respect: -30 / 100 (terrible opinion mixed with slight fear)
⤷ Trust: -15 / 100 (signs of distrust)
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➣ Stats:
⤷ Charm: 16
⤷ Intelligence: 3 (11 - 8)
⤷ Willpower: 1 (9 - 8)
⤷ Physical Condition: 6
⤷ Wealth: 11
⤷ Status: 13
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Although risky, taking the situation further had been the right bet. Now Beatrice was horny and completely clouded in her mind. She had even forgotten that in the living room, not far from them, were still her husband and children asleep.
"Hey, Mom. You look kind of weird. Did you like it?" Julian asked as his right hand grabbed her breast without warning. She moaned a little as she gritted her teeth, unable to believe Julian would dare touch her like that.
"No! I didn't like it..." She mumbled, trying to recompose her proud brow, though without much success. "Stop it now. I've done my part, and I remind you that I'm your m- Nnnh!"
Julian squeezed her hand, sinking his fingers deliciously into her huge breast, which even separated by clothing gave an indescribable sensation. He massaged it gently noting how her nipple hardened despite his stepmother's constant resistance. Watching her collapse was getting Julian more and more excited.
"Really? Because it seems to me that your body says otherwise."
Julian sat next to her, continuing his caresses as he ran his other hand down his stepmother's slender abdomen. The latter squirmed struggling to contain her moans, getting louder and louder as Julian stimulated a sweet spot on her body.
Julian lifted Beatrice's tacky blouse over her bust, revealing her porcelain skin and enormous attributes held up by a bra. The wicked stepson hissed inwardly as he devoured her with his eyes, speculating: *A cup of her bra must be bigger than my head*
"I love you stepmother. I want you to be my girlfriend" He whispered lies in her ear to alter her emotional state. "I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't control myself. I will never give up on you. I will make you fall in love with me. I don't care if you're already married..."
Beatrice was trying to ignore these words with all the will she had, but in her present state, she actually began to get even more aroused hearing these things. His sweet words fed her imagination and made her tingle with forbidden ideas.
"Julian... I can't believe what you are saying... I am married and you are my stepson. You must put those feelings aside."
"I never will, I've tried to forget them all these years but I can't resist any longer."
Julian's hand discreetly reached down to his stepmother's crotch area, finding a pleasant surprise.
With a simple touch, he could already clearly feel the wetness of her eager, neglected pussy through the fabric of her jeans.
"I'm going to make sure you can never forget me..." Julian promised with an ominous gleam.