"Christine… when can I fuck her? I'd give ten years of my life expectancy for it," Pedro muttered, his voice thick with lust as he pictured the delicious positions he could bend his eldest daughter-in-law Lily into.
He knew Christine's body was still attractive—decent curves, in good shape—but in terms of beauty, she paled next to Lily.
Lily was elegance and seduction personified. Next to her refined allure, Christine was nothing more than a willing, slutty plaything.
"Your dreams are really something," Christine snapped, irritation lacing her voice. "You just finished fucking me, and now you're already fantasizing about that arrogant, self-righteous bitch? I even took sick leave today just to come back and service you, and you're still pining after her."
Deep down, Christine didn't particularly enjoy sleeping with an old man. But after what they had just done, the fact that he immediately turned his thoughts to another woman burned.
"No, no—you're the best in the world, the hottest, my absolute favorite," Pedro coaxed, the words hollow and automatic.
Mentioning Lily stirred a sour jealousy in Christine's chest.
Why did Lily have everything—impeccable family background, stunning looks, perfect figure, high social status—while still pretending to be some untouchable, chaste saint? Students and fellow teachers often whispered that she didn't behave like a proper educator.
If I can drag her down into this mess… let her get fucked by her own father-in-law and that disgusting fat principal… then she won't be so high and mighty anymore.
Christine rose slowly, retrieved her torn bra from the floor, and fastened it over her pale, full breasts. Her delicate yet curvaceous hips swayed provocatively as she moved—another hot display that once again gave the hidden Sam a feast for the eyes.
"If you really want to fuck your sister-in-law," she said, "I can help you. But you have to promise me one thing."
"Really?!"
"I knew you were obsessed with her."
"Name it. I'll agree to anything."
"You have to get me promoted to head of the language department at Champion High."
Pedro's expression immediately soured.
"Last time you asked for deputy head, I already begged my old classmate—"
"Isn't she the deputy director of the Municipal Education Bureau is your friend? That should be easy."
"If she were a man, I'd have seduced her myself ages ago," Christine added bitterly.
"But you can't just keep using backdoor favors every single time. That connection is already spent," Pedro insisted.
"Fine. Then forget it. No deal."
"Wait—okay. I'll try my best to make it happen, but it depends on luck and timing. As compensation, I'll transfer the house in the north of the city into your name."
Christine's eyes flashed with interest, though she kept her tone sharp.
"Oh? You refused to give me that house before. But the second you hear I can help you fuck your precious eldest daughter-in-law, suddenly you're willing to do anything?"
That house sat in a prime redevelopment zone. Its market value had already climbed well past ten million.
She shook her head. "Alright. Give me a few days to figure out a plan. I'll let you know."
Then she swatted away Pedro's greedy hand before it could latch onto her breast again and headed upstairs.
Sam's heart hammered with anxiety.
These two depraved people were actually targeting his second aunt now.
The image of that beautiful woman being pinned beneath such a filthy old man made him want to smash Pedro's wrinkled face in.
And yet… at the same time, a dark, twisted excitement surged through him. A dozen evil, forbidden plans began taking shape in his mind—plans he wasn't sure he had the courage to execute.
When the obscene performance finally ended, Sam silently retraced his path and slipped out of his second aunt's villa the same way he had entered.
But the moment he stepped through the door of his own home, a stern yet beautiful voice halted him.
"Sam, what are you doing wandering around so late?"
His mother Maria stood in the doorway—gorgeous face, voluptuous figure barely concealed by a light yellow nightdress that softly traced every seductive curve.
"Mom, I… I was just taking a walk outside," Sam stammered, suddenly hyper-aware of her alluring silhouette. The fresh memories of Christine and Pedro's incestuous coupling flashed vividly in his mind.
"School starts tomorrow. I'm going to my room to get ready," he blurted, desperate to escape before his mother could scold him—or before his traitorous thoughts became too obvious. He hurried upstairs without giving Maria another chance to speak.
Once safely locked in his room, Sam's mind was still on fire.
Pinhole cameras… wireless microphones… audio receivers… aphrodisiac incense…
The incest he had witnessed between father-in-law and daughter-in-law had broken something inside him. He immediately opened his laptop and began searching surveillance and detective equipment sites.
"I still need the key to Christine's office. How the hell do I get it?"
He realized installing hidden cameras in her office would be impossible without access. He searched again, determined to gather irrefutable proof of Christine and Pedro's affair—evidence he could use to blackmail them and protect his second aunt.
It wasn't until after 1:00 a.m. that exhaustion finally overtook him. After masturbating furiously to fantasies of Lily, he collapsed into a deep, dream-filled sleep.
In his dream, he was fucking his second aunt passionately.
When he woke the next morning, his underwear was stained with a large, sticky circle of semen. There was no doubt—he had experienced a very vivid wet dream.
Early the next morning, as Sam prepared for the first day of school, he stepped outside and caught sight of his second aunt Lily and Pedro practicing yoga together in the yard.
The sight instantly reignited every impure thought. His hidden desire for his aunt flared violently, and the fantasy of incest felt more and more dangerously close to reality.
He forced himself to stay composed, stepped forward, and greeted them while carefully avoiding staring at Lily's chest.
"Second Aunt, Grandpa Pedro, good morning!"
Lily, dressed in tight sportswear, smiled warmly. The fabric clung to her full breasts, accentuating their perfect, tempting shape—making Sam's fingers itch with forbidden longing.
"Sam, school starts today. Your sister Rose has been missing you for ages," she teased.
Rose—Lily's daughter—was in her final year of high school. She had already returned to campus a few days early due to the heavy workload.
"Second Aunt, you're teasing me again. I think Rose just misses having someone to bully," Sam replied with a grin.
Lily covered her mouth and laughed softly, her natural charm almost overwhelming.
"Wait for me. I'll change and drive you to school."
Without giving him a chance to protest, she turned, her sexy hips swaying as she walked away.
Pedro's eyes remained glued to his daughter-in-law's retreating figure until she disappeared entirely. Only then did he glance at Sam and mutter perfunctorily:
"Study hard. Serve the motherland—just like your second uncle and the others."
The mention of "second uncle" made Sam's heart lurch. A vicious thought flashed through his mind:
You have the nerve to bring that up? Your own son became a vegetable serving the country, and here you are, fucking his wife behind his back. Shameless hypocrite.
Still, he answered politely, "I know, Grandpa Pedro."
The old man and the teenager stood in tense silence, each lost in their own dark thoughts—until Lily reappeared.
Now dressed in a fitted black knee-length teacher's suit, sheer black stockings, and short boots, she looked like pure temptation. The subtle cleavage line at her chest was enough to drive any man wild.
"Let's go, Sam. Time to report to school with your second aunt."
"Dad, we're leaving," she said casually to Pedro before taking Sam's hand and leading him toward the garage.
Pedro's lips curled into a smug smile as he imagined the glorious future where he would soon be fucking his eldest daughter-in-law.
He had no idea that the beauty he coveted was slowly being claimed by a teenager with far darker, more dangerous intentions.
Champion High School—the most prestigious aristocratic academy in NA City—was alive with the buzz of the new term.
In the car, Lily slipped off her thin high heels and bent forward to change into flat shoes. The motion pushed her full breasts forward, offering Sam an intoxicating view down her blouse. His cock throbbed painfully in his trousers; his gaze was glued to her chest.
"Sam… does it look good?" she asked, voice playful.
"Uh… yeah, it looks good."
Pa!
A thin ruler lightly tapped the top of his head.
"I'm your second aunt. Having such thoughts is very naughty," Lily said, narrowing her eyes at him. But her tone was soft, teasing—nothing like a stern thirty-something teacher.
"That's not fair—you showed me first," Sam muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Do you want to see more, Sam?"
With that, she playfully stuck out her tongue and slowly licked her lips, looking impossibly hot and seductive.
Sam couldn't believe his elegant, composed second aunt would ever make such a provocative gesture.
Lily, thinking she was just harmlessly teasing her shy nephew, rested her other hand lightly on his left thigh.
The touch was like electricity.
In an instant, Sam's loose school trousers tented dramatically—a huge, unmistakable bulge that revealed just how generously endowed he was.
"Sam… what are you thinking about right now?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.
"I… I don't know."
"You don't know? If you weren't thinking something dirty, would it get this big?"
"I swear, Auntie… it's never been like this before," Sam lied
desperately, refusing to admit that his raging erection was entirely because of her.