After two hours, Julian stretched his back with a satisfied sigh. He had been so focused that he lost track of time. Two system messages floated in the corner of his vision:
⟦ The effect of the [Silver Tongue Pill] has worn off. ⟧
⟦ The user will lose their voice for six hours. ⟧
*It was quite useful. I wish I had more of those pills* Julian thought before turning his head toward a particular spot.
His stepmother lay exhausted on the couch, with not an ounce of energy left to move. Her curvaceous, sweaty body trembled spasmodically at the gentlest touch. In the last two hours, Beatrice had at least twelve large orgasms, not counting the mini-orgasms she had while Julian caressed, kissed and and whispered sweet words.
╔════⟦ ◊ BEATRICE CROSS ◊ ⟧════╗
➣ Level: 14
➣ Fate Rank: Fortunate (★★★☆☆☆☆)
➣ Occupation: Office Manager
➣ Partner: Cedric Cross – husband (new!)
➣ Status: exhausted
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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 to her frame
⤷ Measurements: 40-26-37 in
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➣ Sexual Compatibility: 89% (new!)
➣ Relationship Meter: chaotic attraction (♥♥♡♡♡)
⤷ Affection: 10 / 100
⤷ Hostility: 50 / 100
⤷ Attraction: 70 / 100
⤷ Respect: 20 / 100
⤷ Distrust: 40 / 100
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Julian looked at her with a slight sense of victory as his "little brother" was painfully swollen, eager to drill his stepmother over and over again throughout the night. He was eager to lose his virginity, but didn't feel the time was right, so he decided to wait.
Julian was curious about the state of this cursed relationship, which the system promptly addressed by delving a bit deeper into his complicated situation.
⟦ Chaotic attraction: The relationship is marked by imbalance, confusion, and a lack of emotional control or stability. It is an attraction that arises from contradictory feelings, such as desire and hatred, where emotions are running high. This creates a volatile and explosive relationship, where Beatrice feels an attraction toward Julian, but at the same time may be filled with doubts, guilt, or rejection about what is happening. ⟧
When Beatrice recovered a bit, she dressed as quickly as she could. Of course, Julian enjoyed the pleasant view, regretting that such beautiful skin was hidden again by those drab, old-lady clothes. Though, in a way, it added a special touch to her charm.
Once dressed, Beatrice raised a threatening finger at Julian, her face reverting to the icy mask that had tormented Julian since his childhood.
"Wipe that stupid grin off your face" She ordered with a cutting coldness. Her eyes, now clear and free from the haze of alcohol, pierced him with contained rage. "You'll pay for this. Tomorrow, I'll throw you out of this house, and you'll become a miserable beggar with not a penny to your name. You'll spend the rest of your pathetic life crawling in the dirt while we enjoy your biological parents' fortune."
Julian tilted his head, confused. *My parents' fortune?* A flood of questions overwhelmed him, and Beatrice instantly noticed it in his expression.
"What's wrong?" His stepmother let out a cruel laugh. "Did you really think we adopted you out of charity? Idiot! From the beginning, all we cared about was getting our hands on your parents' inheritance. Everything's already set up. We originally planned to wait until you turned eighteen—just one month away—but I've changed my mind. Tomorrow, you'll be on the streets with absolutely nothing. You can't do anything to stop me. And if you dare to say anything about what happened tonight…"
In that cold burst of anger, Beatrice revealed the plan they had kept secret for over a decade.
Beatrice's confession hit Julian like a sledgehammer, leaving him stunned. *How could I have been so blind? *Thoughts swirled in his mind, piecing together years of bad experiences to understand the reason for his suffering. *All this time... all for money. All to steal what belongs to me.*
The silence that followed was suffocating. Julian tried to speak but couldn't; the effect of the pill had left him mute. Yet, he didn't need words.
*But you made a mistake, dear 'mother'.*
With deliberate, slow movements, Julian walked to a corner of the room. His stepmother's eyes followed him, not understanding what he was doing. She was expecting some desperate reaction from him, but what Julian did next completely threw her off.
Calmly, Julian pulled out a hidden phone, its screen showing an ongoing recording. Beatrice froze, her cruel smile disappearing instantly. With a single touch, he stopped the recording.
"What... what is that?" his stepmother murmured, her voice trembling for the first time. Her face paled as she realized what it meant. The arrogance she had displayed until that moment crumbled like a house of cards.
Julian, silently, held up the phone, clearly showing the moment his stepmother kissed him and the naughty things that followed.
Beatrice gasped, unable to process the gravity of it. He had captured everything. The kisses, her moans, the plan to steal the inheritance, her intention to leave him homeless... It was all on that phone. If any of it came to light, it could completely destroy her marriage, reputation, and family. Everything she had achieved over the years would quickly evaporate...
"Ha… haha… hahaha…" Beatrice let out a hollow laugh, a reflection of her mind collapsing under the reality. "So… this is where we've ended up?"
Julian continued staring at his stepmother, who was feeling overwhelming pressure.
"Fine, I understand…" Beatrice lowered her proud head, utterly defeated. "I... take back everything I said. I'll stop my husband and his lawyers."
No response. Julian still looked at her with an inscrutable expression, increasing the sense of pressure. Beatrice's mind raced at full speed.
"I-I'll treat you better. I'll try to be a real mother. I won't let my children abuse you anymore…" The wicked stepmother no longer knew what else to say. "P-please, say something…"
Julian sighed and, without another glance at her, turned and walked toward his room. The sound of his footsteps echoed like drums in Beatrice's heart, each step heavier than the last.
"Please, at least tell me you won't show this to anyone!" Beatrice begged, desperation painted on her face. But the only answer she received was a terrifying silence as Julian disappeared behind the door.