It's been two weeks already. Ms. Kawinthida has been using 'Physics tutoring' as her ultimate bargaining chip to dodge sleeping with Dad. That sofa over there has pretty much become her official bed now. Honestly, I even suggested we just move a proper bed into this room if she's going to go that far.
"Aaaiii! Jao Pat!" my wet nurse—oops, I mean Stepmom—shrieked at the top of her lungs. She pointed at me while I was standing there in nothing but my underwear, barely covering the essentials. "How many times do I have to tell you to get dressed properly before coming out of the bathroom!?"
She made an even bigger scene on the first day. Look, I'm just used to it. It's comfortable. Jao Peem, my roommate, doesn't even complain.
"Teach, why are you so obsessed with me? If you're not happy, just go sleep in your own room," I snapped back, annoyed. "And what are you so afraid of? Getting 'serviced' by Dad? Just let it happen, you'll get used to it eventually."
"You little brat! You want a taste of my fist in your mouth?"
She once confessed to us that she's deathly afraid of having sex with my dad. Apparently, her first time as a single, virgin woman wasn't exactly a dream come true. Is everyone as dramatic as my stepmom here? You've already been through it, so why the fuss? I really don't get it.
"You really love mocking people's traumas, don't you? I'm not used to it yet! Your dad is a total villain!"
"I've seriously never seen anything like this before. Be real with me, Teach—have you ever even had a boyfriend? Why are you so terrified? It's just what husbands and wives do, isn't it?"
"It's because your 'wet nurse' has never had anyone before, that's why she's scared of getting pumped again," Jao Peem chimed in. Sometimes he actually tries to crack a joke, but always with that deadpan face of his—even now. I honestly want to ask him, 'Do you even know how to smile?'
"I'm your mom! Not your playmate, you hear!?" She pointed a finger at herself, looking way too proud of that title.
"Wet nurse!" I corrected her firmly. That's all she'll ever be to us. She doesn't have the right to skip a level and become our real mother.
"Oh, keep babbling. If you're so eager to show off, why not just take it all off? That one pair of underwear is still too much coverage," she shot back sarcastically. Did she really think I wouldn't dare?
"You said it, Teach." I started tugging at the waistband, pulling it lower. I expected her to cover her eyes or scream her head off. Not a chance. Instead, she just tilted her chin up and stared straight at my 'little guy' with a dead stare.
"Go look at my dad's. His is way bigger than mine," I teased.
That was it. Pillows, blankets, and whatever she could get her hands on came flying at me in a barrage. Then, she stormed out of my room and headed toward Dad's room to perform her daily morning duty: dressing that giant toddler of a Minister!