The atmosphere at Flourishing Manor was different from what Sheera was used to.
Kai, now plugged into his "Divine MILF Conquest System," had a confidence she'd never seen before.
The image of Sheera, his hot stepmom, wouldn't leave his head.
The way her dress outlined those curves, and her big tits bouncing freely underneath, left him with a horniness that never let up.
In the following days, Kai started thinking about what to do to conquer that MILF.
He'd spend hours in the library, pretending to read some old books, but the truth was he only thought about Sheera.
He'd stare at her juicy body during meals, noticing her worried little face over the household bills, and how her eyes looked kind of sad.
[New Side Quest: Find out what drink Sheera digs. Reward: +50 Pulling Points, 'Pro-Level Charm Lvl. 2' Skill unlocked.]
Kai smirked.
On a damn cold night, he found her in the kitchen. She was in a silk robe that showed more than it hid, and her curves made Kai's dick get hard instantly.
She was making tea, and the rising steam made the air kind of mysterious.
"Lost sleep, mom... or are you missing something else?" His voice came out deeper, almost an invitation.
Sheera jumped, turning quickly.
Her eyes always seemed worried, but something was different.
She hadn't been able to get the image of Kai's dick under the sheets out of her head. Since her daughters and sister weren't at home, Sheera tried to distract herself with all sorts of household chores.
But every day, when she went to sleep, the image of that huge dick returned.
She wanted it inside her, but it was so wrong.
The exhaustion she was used to now mingled with insomnia from her repressed desires.
"Kai," she said, her voice soft. "I thought you were crashed out."
"The cold got to me, and this tea smells amazing. What's the trick?"
She smiled.
"You slut," Kai thought, "I want to see that smile when I cover your face in cum."
"Chamomile with honey and a little bit of cinnamon to calm the nerves a bit."
[Side Quest Done: Sheera's drink discovered! Reward: +50 Pulling Points. 'Pro-Level Charm Lvl. 2' Skill unlocked.]
[Pro-Level Charm Lvl. 2: People notice you more and your words carry more weight.]
"Nerves on edge, Sheera?" he asked, calling her by her first name on purpose, to see how she'd react.
She turned red, looking away. "Sheera? Why are you calling me by my name? And no, I'm not on edge," she lied.
"Liar," Kai thought, "I know you saw my hard-on."
"Got it," he said, already using his "Pro-Level Charm" in his voice. "Sometimes, having someone to vent to is the best thing."
She looked at him, and for a second, Kai saw she was fragile.
Her loneliness was like a sexual invitation, and he was dying to make her moan his name out loud.
He reached out to take the cup, but his fingers brushed against hers. Sheera gasped softly and pulled her hand away quickly, but Kai saw she turned even redder.
[Hot Interaction! Heat with Sheera Velloran increased by +10%. She's wanting you more!]
"Let me get that," he said, taking the cup. The silence that followed was heavy, full of unsaid things and a crazy urge to mess around.
In the following days, Kai continued his subtle game. He'd show up "by chance" to help her with chores around the house, giving ideas to solve some old problems that bothered her.
His intelligence, which used to be hidden because he was the "sickly one," was now shining, leaving Sheera dumbfounded and increasingly confused by what this "new" Kai made her feel.
"Was he always like this?" she wondered every day as she fell asleep.
One night, an ominous storm hit. The wind made noise and the thunder almost broke the windows. Kai knew it was the perfect time.
He found Sheera in the study, a lit candle illuminating her worried face as she looked at some papers. "This storm is intense, huh," he commented, his voice calm, contrasting with the noise outside.
Sheera looked up, and her eyes met his. "The old barn roof... I don't think it's going to hold."
"I can take a look," Kai offered, already heading for the door.
"Relax, Sheera, I'll handle it."
He went out into the darkness, facing the rain and wind, knowing that his stepmom was almost in the bag.