With Sophia's arm slung around his shoulders like a buddy, William could feel the warmth of his aunt's body, her intoxicating scent filling his senses. The fire that Claire had ignited in him only burned hotter. He was lost in the moment, savoring the fragrance, when suddenly, Sophia's words jolted him back to reality. His entire body tensed, and he turned to her with wide eyes, completely stunned.
"Auntie, are you serious?" William couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Sure, Sophia had already told him she'd be helping him score with some girls, which was already wild enough, but now she was talking about actually getting him laid? Was that something an aunt should be saying?
Of course, deep down, William was thrilled. He just couldn't believe his ears.
"No kidding! You're almost twenty—both your mind and body need a woman's touch. You can't expect your aunt to take care of that every time, can you?" Sophia blushed at the memory of William's earlier, uh, release.
This kid was too much sometimes. His drive was through the roof. If he didn't get a girlfriend soon, who knew what kind of trouble he'd end up in? How could she explain that to his grandfather? William was the last man left in the family, after all.
William almost blurted out that he wouldn't mind if she helped—but he didn't have the guts to say it. Realizing that Sophia was genuinely offering to help him hook up, he sneaked a glance around the room at the other women.
Claire was a no-brainer. She'd practically swallowed his dick already. Whether he was the one doing the fucking or she was, it was bound to happen sooner or later. But he couldn't just say that out loud—especially since Claire was the oldest there, even older than his aunt. Mentioning her would probably get him smacked.
His gaze then landed on Ella. Ella was stunning—every bit as beautiful as his aunt. She had long, jet-black hair that hung casually over her shoulders, framing a delicate face that was both fair and flushed with a soft pink. Her dark eyes sparkled like black diamonds, and her lips, thin and red, were so alluring that he couldn't help but want to kiss them.
She was wearing a burgundy cheongsam that perfectly outlined her graceful figure. Her proportions were even more perfect than his aunt's. Even though she was sitting on the sofa, her waist was still incredibly slim—he could only imagine how great it would feel to have her in his arms. Ella was the kind of goddess that could make any man fall head over heels.
And when she smiled, those dimples at the corners of her mouth only added to her charm. William found himself momentarily mesmerized. He hadn't paid much attention to her during dinner, but now that he really looked, she was breathtaking.
Then there was Isolde—a knockout in her own right, but her icy demeanor was a bit of a turn-off for William. He was never really into the cold, distant type.
Next up was Amelia, Claire's younger sister. She had the same long, black hair as Ella, framing a similarly gorgeous face. If it weren't for Ella's unparalleled elegance or Claire's mature allure, Amelia would easily rank as a top-tier beauty. Her looks and figure were definitely up there, even if she lacked Ella's sophistication and Claire's seductive charm.
But as a girlfriend? Amelia wouldn't be a bad choice. Plus, the idea of dating her while secretly hooking up with her older sister? That was a thrill William couldn't deny.
As for Ariana, well… leaving aside her age, this baby-faced, busty little firecracker would make a great girlfriend. She was lively, playful, and had a pair of breasts that would drive any man wild with desire. It's no wonder anyone would want to claim her as their own.
Caught in a daydream, William found himself at a loss. He didn't know who to choose, so he turned to his aunt with a conflicted look and quietly asked, "Auntie… is it really okay to pick anyone?"
"Of course! With me here, I'll make sure it happens. Just tell me who you've got your eye on, and I'll get her drunk in no time," Sophia said, thumping her chest in assurance.
"All of them…"
"All of them?" Sophia echoed, not quite processing what he'd just said. Then it hit her, and she stared at him in shock. This little rascal—did he really want all of them?
But then she thought about it. If her nephew really managed to land all these women, wouldn't they all have to call her "Auntie" too? Better him than some other guy, right? The idea brought a sly smile to her lips.
"Alright, I'll help you get each one of them, but Claire's off the table. She's married, even if she's been separated for years. My little darling isn't going to date some divorced woman."
"Uh…" William was stunned. The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them. Did he really just admit he wanted all of them? That made him sound so damn greedy. What kind of impression was that going to leave on his aunt? But before he could think of a way to explain himself, she actually agreed?
Am I dreaming? And what's with Auntie's logic? It's all over the place!
"What's wrong? Don't tell me you've got a thing for that old woman Claire too?" Sophia asked, noticing his hesitation.
"No, no, not at all," William quickly responded, shaking his head. "I just didn't expect you to be so good to me, Auntie. I love you to death…" He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, though he secretly thought, Actually, Claire's pretty great. I really do like her!
Of course, he'd never dare say that out loud.
"Alright, alright. Who else would I spoil if not you? I'll create a chance for you—just follow my lead…" Sophia rolled her eyes at him, then grabbed his hand and led him back to the others.
"You and your nephew finally done strategizing?" Claire teased as they approached.
"Shut up, you hussy…" Sophia shot her a glare. This woman was getting more and more shameless with her jokes.
"Haha, just kidding around. Come on, let's raise our glasses again to our handsome young man here…" Claire laughed, lifting her glass. The others smiled and followed suit. William, left with no choice, raised his own glass, clinking it with theirs before downing the drink in one go.
After two glasses, William was already feeling a bit light-headed. He sank back into the sofa, trying to steady himself. He'd never been much of a drinker—usually, one glass was enough to knock him out, so tonight was already a record.
Meanwhile, Sophia had already joined Claire and Ella in a drinking contest. The three women, who seemed so elegant and composed, were guzzling wine like it was water. The expensive red wine disappeared down their throats at an alarming rate, leaving William in awe.
If it were him, he'd have passed out by now.
Ariana, on the other hand, had taken control of the karaoke machine, belting out one high-energy song after another. She danced around as she sang, her massive breasts bouncing in time with the beat. She wore a blue pleated skirt, and every time she jumped, the skirt would flip up, flashing her white panties. The sight had William swallowing hard.
If it weren't for Amelia occasionally glancing his way, he might have just kept staring at Ariana's skirt.
It's such a great view…
As for Isolde, she sat quietly in the corner, occasionally fiddling with her phone. William couldn't figure out how someone so cool and distant could hang with this wild crew.
"William, do you play games?" Amelia suddenly appeared beside him, holding a glass of red wine, and asked with a smile.
"What kind of games?" William blinked, surprised that Amelia was the one to strike up a conversation with him…...