'Ugh!' He couldn't help but wince in annoyance as he saw Jenny exiting her room at the same time he exited his.
Looking at her, he realized she was truly Debbie's daughter, with her smoking hot body, but she had forgotten to inherit her mother's sweetness. 'Interesting outfit for sure.' Then he noticed her clothes, or rather, the lack of them, as all she was wearing was a t-shirt and underwear. He didn't mind, but before she noticed him gawking at her body, he decided to give a light greeting. "Sup—"
"Serve it, loser!" she said, cutting him off and ignoring his greeting as she looked at him with an annoyed expression.
'Ugh! Here it is.' Hearing her words, he remembered why he didn't want to pursue this girl, but it also made it even more exciting to get her.
"Man! What is your problem?" But that didn't stop him from complaining to her.
"Tch, what do you think my problem is?" She looked him up and down, feeling a little surprised that he looked different than usual. "I'm stuck here, living with you."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever! Here, have some cookies; something sweet might finally make you sweet." He said, putting the remaining cookie in his hand into her mouth. Even though she wanted to complain, she didn't, as the cookie was better than she thought.
"See? You're already looking much sweeter." Just as he finished his words, she looked back at him with an annoyed expression. "My bad, you being sweet should remain a myth."
"Anyway, shouldn't you be at school?" Ignoring his unusual response, she asked why he was still here.
"Gonna go there soon, but shouldn't you be looking for a job and all?" he asked with a smirk, remembering that Jenny was still unemployed.
"Oh, you want to play that game, smart ass?" She winced with an annoyed look, not expecting him to retort.
"Just finishing what you started," he said with a shrug, looking at the half-eaten cookie in his hand and then putting it in her mouth.
"You—mmfh—what are you doing?" Even though she looked annoyed, she didn't hesitate to finish the cookie, even though it was half-eaten by him.
"Trying to see if I can make you sweeter somehow," he teased her with a smile when he suddenly smelled something good.
"Bradley, what's taking you so long? You're going to be late for breakfast!" It was Debbie calling him down for breakfast.
"Man, Debbie is so sweet. I wonder where it went wrong," he mumbled loudly while looking at Jenny with a smirk.
"You bitch!" She tried to catch him, but before she could, he had already run downstairs, expecting her to chase him.
"Oi! Wait!" she yelled, but all he did was look back at her and mouth something.
"What the fuck are you saying?" Ignoring Jenny's outburst, he went downstairs to finally meet the sweet milf he had been living with for a month who cooked breakfast for him every day. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he was met with a scene that gave him more than enough reason to pursue Debbie even harder.
Inside the kitchen, Debbie was standing there wearing just a purple robe, which fully showed off her amazing body.
"Good morning, sweetie! I made you some breakfast!" she said with a smile while holding a coffee mug.
Looking at this scene and hearing her words, he almost felt like taking her to bed with him, but he controlled his excited emotions. He still had to make huge amounts of progress with her to complete that quest.
"And guess what? I made something very special for your first day back at school," she said excitedly, thinking about how happy Bradley would be after eating his favorite food.
"Really? What is it?" Even though he might be a bit late for school from eating breakfast, it was a worthy sacrifice.
"Happy faces pancakes with three strips of baaacon," she said with a smile, trying to make a pun. He found it pretty cute.
"Really? That's the perfect way to start my day." Even though it might not be his favorite food, unlike the old Bradley's, he didn't mind a meal cooked by Debbie.
"That's good. Just go sit at the table, and I will quickly get your food." She tried to make him wait at the dining table. Just as she was about to take out the utensils, Bradley stood next to her.
"Let me help you, too," he said with a smile as he started taking out the utensils, but Debbie stopped him.
"Aww, sweetie, you don't need to do that, and especially after all that happened. You should be resting and let me handle all this." She snatched the plates from him and lightly pushed him toward the dining table.
"Yeah, but I did rest for over a month, so now's the time I start helping you with all this." He gently turned around and held both of her hands by her wrists, looking at her with a pleading face.
"Ugh! I can't resist if you do that. Alright, sure, but only this time." She agreed to his condition but made one of her own in return.
Instead of answering, he moved closer to her and said while looking into her eyes, "I ain't letting you go until you let me help you all the time."
"Alright, all the time then." Seeing his face that close, she couldn't help but feel her face heating up a bit, so she decided to accept his proposal to get out of the situation.
"That's perfect then." After this, both of them took out the utensils and got the breakfast ready. Then they went to the dining table together.