Soon, dinner began.
As things went on, Leila, though present, remained glued to her phone, her fingers tapping endlessly across the screen. Celine shot her a look and said, "Leila, can you drop the phone while you're eating?"
Adrian glanced around the table, completely detached from whatever arguments they were all chattering about..
'Three of women... I wonder...Where's the last sister?'
He knew there were supposed to be three sisters…he had already met two beauties of the three, but one of them he had yet to reveal herself. The thought lingered for only a moment before it was abruptly swept away.
The food.
The delicacy laid out before him caught his full attention—the aroma, the warmth, the simplicity of it. Without hesitation, he joined them.
They said their blessings, and then they began to eat.
As the meal went on, Adrian listened more than he spoke, quietly absorbing everything. Through their casual conversation—small complaints, passing remarks about their day, bits of laughter—he began to piece together the life of this family.
They weren't rich. Not even close.
It was obvious from the house, from the food, from the way things were managed.
But they endured.
Celine, their mother, carried most of the weight—working tirelessly just to make sure there was food on the table and a roof over their heads. Elena did her part too, pushing herself to contribute however she could. The two of them… they were the pillars holding everything together.
And Adrian—
He simply sat there, listening, learning, Understanding.
After a while, as the conversation lulled slightly, Adrian paused as his mind began to turn, calculating carefully.
'If I say this now… I wonder what effect it'd bring.'
He took a breath.
"Mom."
Celine immediately turned to him.
The word felt strange in his mouth.
Unfamiliar.
'I still feel weird saying that to her…'
He let out a small, awkward chuckle before muttering, "I want to get a job."
Celine blinked. "A job?"
"Yes," he continued, a bit more firmly.
"I mean, I just want to find a way to support the family. My grades are already high, so I don't think it would be that bad, right?"
She stared at him for a moment, clearly caught off guard.
Then, slowly, she nodded. "Okay… I suppose it wouldn't be that bad."
A small smile formed on Adrian's face.
But she wasn't done.
"But we already told you a long while ago…" she continued, narrowing her eyes slightly.
"Why would you suddenly change your mind now?"
'Shit… did I just go out of character?'
Before the tension could settle, Elena suddenly broke in.
She smiled brightly and slammed her palm lightly against the table.
"On that note—before he changes his mind—he'll make more money for the family, and we'll probably start affording a lot more meat on the table," she said, chuckling softly.
The mood shifted instantly.
Celine's surprised expression softened, the tension fading as she let out a small laugh.
"Oh… I suppose you're right," she said, her voice lighter now as she considered it.
Then she added, "I probably should agree before you change your mind. If you feel like you can keep up with both the job and your grades, then I think it would be a splendid idea."
Her gaze then shifted.
"Now all that is left is Lila."
She turned playfully toward her.
Lila simply rolled her eyes, completely uninterested, continuing to eat her food as if the conversation barely concerned her. Meanwhile, Elena leaned in, already starting to tease her with playful remarks.
Amidst it all, Adrian sat quietly, a faint smile resting on his lips.
His eyes flickered across the three of them.
'Three harem members… all mine for the taking...who will I fuck first?'
His smile deepened, just slightly.
***
Open
Shut—
the sound of the fridge echoed through the quiet night as Adrian stepped out gently, taking a slow gulp from a bottle of mineral water while making his way back toward the stairs. It was his routine—his way of returning to sleep as dinner had already long concluded.
A faint smile lingered on his lips, subtle yet telling. Like anyone else, he was lost in thought—thoughts that echoed and reverberated within his mind.
'Mine… they're all mine today.'
As he stepped forward, the floor creaking faintly beneath him, the door suddenly swung open—and in she stepped.
He saw her instantly.
She looked almost like a perfect replica of Celine—the mother.
And the moment his eyes landed on her, he nearly froze.
But what struck him even more—what sent a sharper thrill through him—was the way she carried herself. Her gaze was lowered, unfocused, her entire presence weighed down… almost as if she were drowning in something deeper than just intoxication.
Depression.
She shifted slightly, her head lifting as her eyes slowly turned upward—until they met his.
And in that moment, the words slipped from his mouth—
"...MILF... my target."
"Huh? Ady?" she muttered, almost to herself.
Then, without hesitation, she moved forward, wrapping her arms around Adrian and pressing herself against him.
He felt it clearly.
No bra—there was no bra at all. She wore a loose hoodie and short jean bottoms as she squeezed him tightly, her body warm against his. Her skin had a faint, uneven softness to it.
"Oh, Adrian..." she murmured, holding him firmly.
As she clung to him, he slowly moved his hand, cupping her butt, and inwardly he said, 'oh my... they feel like bubbles.'
She tightened her grip even more, and now he could see her face—it was slightly wet, as though she had been crying.
'This girl... she's my older sister as well—the missing one... Marvel. She's a complete replica of Celine... and so are her breasts too... hehe.'
Shaking away his pervy thoughts for a moment, he muttered, "Dear sister... are you alright?"
"You won't believe it," she said, her voice trembling. "That fucking bastard, Idris—he sold my portion of our shares just because I couldn't let him sleep with me. All those months of struggle and hard work... gone!" she thundered.
He paused, thinking.
'I have memories of this Idris guy. Yeah... he's her business partner that's been hitting on her from the start. Well, I guess after this current predicament, he isn't her partner anymore.'
"Oh my... that is so bad. How could that lousy pervy asshole do something like that.." he muttered in a curious loving manner as he guided her to seat on the couch, however, inwardly, a slow, malicious smile formed.
'...perfect, she's a MILF in distress...I think, I'll shoot my shot right now.'
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