Chapter 11: Chapter 11 – My Stepmother

I left Sonya still asleep, after scribbling a quick note so she wouldn’t forget me. The cool night air greeted me outside, washing over my face, still warm from the memories of just moments before.

An unstoppable smile spread across my lips—this bubbling happiness was so intense I nearly broke into a silly dance right there in the street. But I kept that foolish dance contained to my thoughts. I didn’t want the people around me to think I was a weirdo.

I stopped for a moment, looking up. Was the night sky always this beautiful? The sky was clear, dotted with beautiful stars.

By the time I got home, my body felt weary but my spirit was light. All I could think about was the warm water that would wash away the remnants of the night and the bed that was waiting for me. I opened the door slowly, taking a few steps inside.

Suddenly…

A figure emerged from the corner of the living room.

My chest tightened.

It was… the last person I expected to see right now.

My stepmother. Delilah Socheron.

Damn it, why did I have to run into her now?

My eyes scanned over her immediately.

Who could think straight when a woman like her was wandering around the house? Damn. Her hair… That golden blonde cascade fell all the way down to her enticing bottom. Every time she turned, the strands swept across her body, and I imagined how it would feel to have them wrapped around my hand.

Her liquid gold eyes could make me hard with a single glance. And right now… right now she was only wearing a thin white t-shirt.

Her black bra… It was completely visible through the flimsy fabric. The perfect, round, and full shape of her breasts strained against the shirt. Was she wearing nothing underneath? I imagined their weight, and my hands reflexively clenched. They were huge. There was no way one of my hands could cover one.

My gaze traveled down, following her perfect hourglass figure, and stopped at the red hotpants that were practically painted onto her body. Her butt… The shapely curve of it, blending into her full, pale thighs, was a sight that instantly made my blood boil.

I could feel my pants growing tighter. No, you can’t react like this right now. But my body wasn’t listening. My chest was tight, my breath grew rapid, and the pulse in my groin throbbed uncontrollably, hard and embarrassing. It felt like all the blood in my body was rushing to a single point.

Just by standing there, she had paralyzed me. This is wrong. This is so wrong. But, damn it… I wanted her.

I reflexively used my Eyes of Desire skill on her.

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NAME: Delilah Socheron

AGE: 41

CLASS: Star Witch

RANK: SSS

DOMINANCE: 1%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 1%

VAGINA VIRGINITY: No

ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes

WEAK POINTS: –

FETISH: –

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I wasn’t too surprised by the information displayed. It was public knowledge that my stepmother was one of the world’s most powerful Hunters. Her epithet, “Star Witch,” came from her unique Class. Her reputation for combat prowess and her fame as one of the world’s most beautiful women were widespread.

What truly stunned me was the absence of any sexual Weak Points in her status. Of all the women I’d ever appraised, she was the only one without one. Sure, Fetish could sometimes be empty, but Weak Points…? This clearly showed she was mentally far more resilient than the average woman. It confirmed my suspicion: she wasn’t a woman who could be easily conquered, especially considering her incredible power level.

I imagined if I were brave enough to stop time and try something… the moment time resumed, she would kill me on the spot. Damn it, I should shelve that idea for now. Survival is more important.

Delilah approached me, her face cold. “Where have you been? Why are you coming home so late?”

“I… I was working out,” I stammered, avoiding her gaze.

“Working out?” She smirked faintly but then fell silent for a moment. Her sharp eyes scanned me from head to toe, as if scrutinizing every detail of my still-sweaty body. I could see a flicker of surprise on her face—she seemed to realize I was telling the truth. But it wasn’t enough.

“So one workout session erases all your past behavior?” her voice began to rise. “Three months. Three months you’ve shut yourself in, refusing to go to the academy. Do you think this is a joke? Today the academy head called me again!”

I tried to defend myself. “I know I was wrong. But today was different, I was trying—”

“Trying?” she cut in sharply. “I’ve heard that word from you too many times. Every time you promise to change, and the next day you’re back in your room, wasting every opportunity given to you!”

She took a deep breath, her face starting to flush. “I’m tired. I’ve been too patient watching you become a useless burden, and now… enough! Get out of this house. Now.” She snapped mercilessly. Her hand grabbed my collar and shoved me towards the door.

“But I—”

“No,” she said, cutting me off again. Her voice was calm, but it was all the more terrifying. “Enough. Get out.”

“Please, don’t! I promise, I’ll go to the academy tomorrow! I swear!” I yelled as she easily dragged me along.

She didn’t waver in the slightest. Her resolve to throw me out was firm.

Damn it, I cursed inwardly. Even if I could survive outside using Time Stop, I didn’t want to live like a homeless person.

As we reached the doorway, just before she could throw me out, instinct took over. “Lustful Touch!” I touched her arm, forcing my will upon her to make her stop.

The effect was instant. Her body froze, jolting from the strange sensation flooding through her. But it only lasted a moment. Her golden eyes blazed with a deeper fury. Her other hand moved swiftly, seizing my wrist with a bone-crushing grip.

Crack!

A sharp, piercing pain made me scream. The bones in my wrist shattered under her grasp.

“What did you just do?!” she growled, her low voice full of threat.

All I could do was sob, eyes watering from the excruciating pain. Damn, it hurts so much… You wicked bitch…

Seeing me crumpled on the floor, pale-faced and trembling, Delilah finally took a deep breath. Her expression softened slightly, though it remained hard.

“Fine,” she hissed finally. “You can stay. But on one condition: you must enter the academy tomorrow. No more excuses. Promise?”

I nodded weakly in obedience, unable to utter a single word.

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I sat on the sofa, accompanied by Charlotte Haverty—my stepmother’s best friend who often stayed over at our house. A renowned Healer, her charm lay not only in her mesmerizing natural beauty but also in her innocent and sincere nature.

“Oh, your wrist… This must hurt terribly, doesn’t it? Sorry, Delilah sometimes can’t control her strength when she’s angry,” she whispered in a soft voice, her delicate hands carefully touching my swollen, bruised wrist. Her touch was incredibly gentle, as if handling the most fragile object in the world. Her skin felt cool and soft, a stark contrast to the throbbing heat in my injury.

“Don’t worry, dear, this won’t take long,” she comforted me, closing her eyes.

From her palms, a golden-green light emanated, warm and soothing. I could feel the crushed muscle and bone tissues mending themselves, knitting back together perfectly. Within seconds, the pain vanished without a trace. Even the bruises disappeared.

“How is it now? Feeling better?” she asked kindly.

“Yeah… much better. Thank you, Charlotte,” I said, my voice still slightly shaky. I flexed my hand, still in disbelief at the instant healing.

She gave a small smile, but it soon faded. “About Delilah…” Charlotte began, choosing her words carefully. “She… she is stubborn and her methods are terribly wrong, but please don’t hold a grudge. Deep down, she’s actually very worried about you. I’ve known her for a long time, and I know it pains her to see you waste your future like this. Her threat to throw you out… that was just her frustration boiling over because she’s at her wit’s end.”

I just nodded slowly, as if accepting her advice. But inside, a burning resolve was crystallizing. She thinks she can treat me like this? Just you wait, my dear stepmother. One day, I’ll pay you back for all of this.

With the pain in my wrist gone, I could finally properly take in Charlotte, who was still sitting in front of me with a concerned look.

She had warm, calming honey-brown eyes, shaded by long, curved eyelashes. Her long brown hair was neatly braided, falling over her slender shoulders. She had an oval face with a graceful nose and natural thin lips, giving her an innocent, gentle look, like a porcelain doll. But despite her angelically pure face, who would have guessed her body held such alluring charm?

The tight pink tank top clinging to her frame seemed almost incapable of containing her incredibly voluptuous breasts. Their perfect, round, and full shape was clearly outlined beneath the thin fabric, their enticing silhouette a tempting sight. I imagined how soft they must feel, and what it would be like to have those luscious fruits squeezed between my hands.

The surprises didn’t stop there. As she turned to pick something up, I saw her denim shorts were barely able to contain her round and full buttocks. Her shapely rear formed a perfect curve, contrasting with her slim waist. Her innocent and somewhat naive movements only accentuated the natural, enticing sway of her hips.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. But for some reason, my instincts couldn’t be fooled. I immediately activated my Eyes of Desire skill, and instantly my vision was bombarded with information that left me utterly stunned.

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NAME: Charlotte Haverty

AGE: 43

CLASS: Sacred Healer

RANK: SS

DOMINANCE: 1%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 26%

VAGINA VIRGINITY: No

ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes

WEAK POINTS: Vagina, Breasts, Armpits, Neck, Anus.

FETISH: Masochism, Submission, Rape, Bondage.

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My breath caught in my throat. The data displayed before me was in such stark contrast to the pure, saintly impression the woman in front of me gave. The high percentage of sexual arousal, the detailed list of weak points, and the dark fetishes listed… All of it created an intoxicating contradiction that threw my mind into chaos.

She smiled at me, completely unaware of the storm of information that had just completely altered my perception of her.

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