Chapter 237: Chapter 237

I headed toward the kitchen, stepping over one of Kim’s abandoned throw pillows on the floor. Behind me, their voices blended into the usual messy pile of laughter, arguing, and inside jokes. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the storm slammed the glass with sheets of snow, but in here… it was a whole different kind of loud.

Warm. Chaotic. Home.

For the moment, it was enough.

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– Quest Available

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– Title: Creaking bed

– Task: Have a sevensome.

– Reward: 4 Mastery Point

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– Accept Quest? [Yes] [No]

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Damn. Four mastery points for having a sevensome. Jasmine, Tessa, Kim, Nala, Delilah, Minne, and me. A sevensome. How the hell was I supposed to even suggest something like that? Just casually say,

“Dinner’s done, who wants group sex?” Yeah, that would go great. They’d throw me over the balcony.

I pushed that thought away and helped set the table.

As I was placing plates down, Minne came out of the hallway. Her hair was tied neatly, and she had changed into clean clothes. She greeted Delilah first.

“Welcome, Ms. Komb.”

She walked straight toward me and immediately took the plate out of my hand.

“I can take care of it, Master. Please sit.”

“Alright,” I said, stepping back.

She turned to Tessa and Kim next. “I’m sorry you had to set the table yourselves.”

Kim smiled. “It’s fine.”

Tessa stretched her arms. “Honestly, I’m glad to move around. I sat at the office the entire day. If I stay still any longer, I’ll gain weight.”

“I can’t accept that,” Minne replied quickly.

Tessa slapped her right on the butt. Not hard, just firm. “Come on, maid. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Minne froze for a second, face flushing bright red. “Okay… I understand.”

Jasmine stood up from Delilah’s side, making room for me. I took the spot she left, settling next to Delilah while Jasmine moved to the couch across from us.

She crossed her legs and looked at me. “So… how do you feel about becoming a father?”

I exhaled. “I still don’t know how to feel. I’m definitely happy, though. Getting Delilah pregnant was something I used to imagine back in university.”

Delilah slowly turned her head toward me, giving a look that was half amused and half curious. “Oh? You imagined that?”

“Not like that,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “It was just… you know.”

Kim placed forks on the table. “I still can’t believe you knocked up Ivy’s mom.”

Tessa walked by with a stack of napkins. “Seriously. Ivy is going to be like, ’Evan, why is my mom glowing?’”

Jasmine laughed from the opposite couch. “She’s going to have a little brother from Evan.”

“Yeah.” I said weakly.

Tessa pointed a spoon at me. “Honestly, knowing you, I bet you used to masturbate to the idea of getting Delilah pregnant.”

I almost inhaled air wrong. “Tessa. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh, come on,” she said, walking past me with a grin. “Delilah is hot. She’s older. She has that strict-mom energy. You can’t tell me you didn’t imagine bending her over her own kitchen counter.”

Jasmine covered her smile with both hands. Kim laughed quietly. Even Nala smirked while pretending to read labels on the wine bottles.

Delilah looked at all of them, then at me, then gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Should I tell them about the bathroom?”

My stomach dropped. “Delilah. No.”

“Oh no, now you have to,” Tessa said, clapping once. “Come on, spill it.”

Delilah crossed her legs and spoke with a straight face, as if she were reading a report. “He came over to our place once, back when he was still in uni. Ivy wasn’t home. I went to look for him, because he was taking forever in the bathroom.”

Jasmine leaned forward. “And?”

“And I opened the door,” Delilah continued, “and found him staring at one of my panties I had left in the laundry basket.”

Kim’s eyes widened. “Oh my god.”

“He froze like a deer in headlights,” Delilah said, smiling now. “He held them like they were radioactive.”

“I wasn’t—I didn’t—okay, I panicked,” I tried to explain. “I was just… looking. I didn’t touch them.”

“You were gawking,” Delilah corrected gently. “It was adorable, in the stupidest possible way.”

Tessa whistled. “So our boy here was sniffing your panties before he ever put a baby in you.”

“I wasn’t sniffing them,” I said quickly.

“You wanted to,” Jasmine teased.

Kim nodded. “He definitely wanted to.”

I held up my hands. “I hate all of you.”

Delilah leaned closer to me, lowering her voice just enough that everyone could still hear. “I gave them to you, you know. Because the way you looked at them… you were so easy to read back then.”

Tessa almost fell over laughing. “You gifted him your panties? This is the greatest thing I’ve heard all week.”

Jasmine kicked her feet up on the couch. “Honestly? That explains the pregnancy.”

Nala chimed in, placing the wine on the table. “At least we know his taste is consistent.”

Tessa smirked. “Perveeert.”

“That is not—” I started.

“It’s exactly true,” Kim said.

“Shut up,” I replied, failing miserably to sound offended.

Delilah shook her head fondly, tracing a small circle on her stomach with her hand. “Well… whatever he imagined back then, it worked.”

Tessa leaned over the back of the couch, eyes glinting. “So, Evan. Tell us. When you were jerking off to Delilah’s panties… was it before or after you pictured her pregnant with your kid?”

“Oh my god,” I muttered, covering my face. “I’m not answering this.”

“It means yes,” Jasmine said confidently. “Always yes.”

The laughter rose again around the room. Even Delilah wasn’t spared.

Right then, Minne peeked from the kitchen doorway. “Dinner is ready.”

Perfect timing. I might survive the night after all.

The storm outside kept raging, but inside, everything felt warm and comfortable. The kind of chaotic home noise that made the place feel alive. Thanks to her, we managed to forget that mole, even for a moment. Being back to our normal lives felt… just right.

Outside, the storm was a full whiteout—wind howling against the glass, snow pelting the windows so hard the whole penthouse hummed. Inside, though, the place felt almost too warm. Soft lights, clinking plates, the smell of good food drifting everywhere.

The whole table was packed with dishes Minne had made… and wow they looked just… wow.

Thick ribeye steaks seared golden-brown with garlic butter dripping off the sides. Roasted baby potatoes coated in herbs and parmesan. A bowl of creamy mushroom risotto steaming like a fancy restaurant plate. Fresh salad with pomegranate, walnuts, and thin slices of pear. Two loaves of warm bread, the crust crackling when you touched it. And a pot of tomato bisque that smelled like heaven.

Welp, definitely better than noodles and bear, though.

Delilah sat down and blinked, genuinely surprised. “Wow… this looks expensive.”

Jasmine grinned while reaching for her fork. “Minne’s a hell of a cook. We basically kidnapped a Michelin chef.”

Minne stood awkwardly near the wall, hands folded in front of her. There wasn’t a free chair for her. “T-thank you, Miss Jasmine… I’m glad you like it.” Her cheeks went pink from the attention.

I pushed back my chair and stood. “Come sit. I’ll take the stool.”

“I—I can’t accept that, Master,” Minne said quickly.

But it was too late—I’d already grabbed the little bar stool from the kitchen island, set my plate on it, and sat down. “Too bad. I’m already here.”

Tessa rolled her eyes so hard the ceiling probably caught it. She reached across the table, grabbed Minne by the wrist, and tugged her into the empty seat. “Just listen to your Master, little maid. Sit. Eat.”

“But he’s eating on the stool, and I—”

“Bon appétit!” Tessa announced loudly, stabbing her fork into a steak before Minne could finish arguing.

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REPUTATION SYSTEM (LVL 11)

VILLAIN░░░░░░░██░░░░░░░░ HERO

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Being a decent person: +5

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Current Reputation: Good

– More EXP gain when making your

partner climax.

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Minne slowly sat down, unsure but obedient. She glanced at me like she still felt guilty. I just nodded at her to relax and started eating.

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WOMEN – INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Kayla: Interest: 13 / 60★

Tessa: Interest: 27 / 40★

Kim: Interest: 35 / 40★

Delilah: Interest: 75 / 80★★★

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Mendy: Interest: 6 /20

Nala: Interest: 66 /80★★★

Penelope: Interest: 5 /20

Minne: Interest: 23 /40★

Ivy: Interest: 2/20

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Progress:

★☆☆☆☆ – 20 Interest: Milestone reward

★★☆☆☆ – 40 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★☆☆ – 60 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★☆ – 80 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★★ -100 Interest: Milestone reward

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Select a woman to track progress.

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Huh, three interest points from her. Nice.

The room filled with the sound of forks, soft laughter, and the storm pounding outside.

Delilah took a bite of the risotto and let out a long sigh. “God… this is so good. Minne, if you ever get tired of working for Evan, come work for me.”

Minne panicked. “No! I mean—no, Miss Delilah! I don’t want to leave!”

Jasmine giggled. “Look at you, already loyal. It’s adorable.”

Kim leaned back slightly, glancing toward the window. “The storm’s worse than the forecast said. I can’t even see the balcony railing.”

“Yeah,” Nala agreed, sipping her wine. “They said ’heavy snowfall.’ This is basically the apocalypse.”

“Good thing we’re all stuck here,” Jasmine said. “If we were at Tessa’s place, we’d freeze.”

Tessa snorted. “Hey. My heating is fine.”

“You live above a bar,” Kim reminded her. “I’m shocked you don’t sleep to the sound of people vomiting.”

Everyone laughed.

Tessa raised her hand. “Hey, I’m the one who pukes and wakes the entire damn block.”

“No vomit talk,” Nala groaned, rubbing her forehead. “Please.”

Tessa leaned sideways with a dramatic sigh. “Our CEO is displeased. Whatever will we do?”

“Eat,” Nala muttered dryly, earning another round of laughter.

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