"I... I just thought about something!" Juliana squeaked, her face burning. "I just remembered... I think I left my sword in the oven! Yes! That is why I yelped!"

Lloyd blinked. "Sword in the oven? But Juliana, you don't cook..."

"Shut up, Lloyd!"

Alex smirked. He enjoyed her suffering. But he had a drink to get.

"Well, check your oven later," Alex whispered.

And then, he gave her the Final Squeeze.

SQUISH.

He grabbed the handful of ass cheek one last time. He squeezed it with a pulse of dominance, letting her know he owned that cheek now. Then, he let go. Release.

He walked to the bar, got his drink, and returned to the table with a satisfied expression.

By the time he came back, the rest of the "Dragon Slayers" party had arrived.

Princess Victoria was there. She looked elegant and arrogant as usual, wearing her expensive mage robes that cost more than Alex's entire life savings (before the alchemy scam). The edgy swordsman Lisander was cleaning his nails with a dagger. The timid elf healer Elara was hiding behind a menu.

"You are late, Alex," Princess Victoria said coldly.

"I was busy... handling some assets," Alex replied, winking at Juliana, who almost choked on her air.

"Whatever," Victoria waved her hand dismissively. "Listen up. We have a schedule. The Milk terrorists are doing too much damage now. We will be going on our mission in three days. Be prepared. Pack your bags. Don't be late."

"Three days? Got it," Alex nodded.

...

He finished his drink, enjoyed the awkward tension at the table for a bit longer, and then decided to head home. He had a home to terrorize, after all.

It was late at night when Alex finally returned to the house. The moon was high. Crickets were chirping. Chirp chirp.

He walked up to the front door and pressed the doorbell.

Ding. Dong.

He waited.

Inside the house, chaos was happening.

Violet heard the bell. She knew it was him. She knew the "Master of the House" was back.

She rushed to the door. But as she ran, she looked down at herself.

She was wearing a nighty. But it wasn't just any nighty. It was a Sexy Nighty. It was made of black silk that felt like water against her skin. It had lace trimmings around the deep V-neckline that showed off her generous cleavage. It was short, ending right above her knees. It was the kind of thing a wife wears when she wants a third child!

Violet stopped in front of the mirror in the hallway for one second. She looked at her reflection. She looked hot. She looked desperate.

And suddenly, she had an internal breakdown!

'Oh my god, Violet! What are you doing?!' she screamed at herself in the mirror. 'Why are you wearing this? Are you crazy?'

She remembered the morning. The memories hit her like a truck!

She remembered how she admonished herself this morning. She remembered how she threw herself at Alex in the living room! She literally jumped backward with her ass puckered out, hoping to land on his crotch! But instead, he dodged, and she smacked her butt on the hard wall! Bam! It was so humiliating!

And then... the massage!

'I am a pervert!' she cried internally. 'I thought Alex was massaging my butt cheeks! I was moaning his name! I was wiggling my hips! But it turned out to be Marine! My own innocent daughter! And I felt shame... but I also felt disappointed that it wasn't him! I am the worst woman alive!'

She felt so much shame. She felt dirty.

'And now look at me! I am answering the door in this slutty dress! Why? Do I want him to look? No! Not at all!'

She tried to convince herself.

'It is just hot tonight! Yes! It is a heatwave! This dress is for ventilation! It has nothing to do with Alex! I didn't dress up for him! Not at all! I am just a mother being comfortable!'

She took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. She fixed her hair.

'Okay. Be normal. Be a mother.'

She opened the door. Click.

"Welcome home, Alex," Violet said, trying to sound strict but her voice came out a bit breathless.

There he was. Alex stood on the porch.

He looked at her.

Violet held her breath. She puffed her chest out slightly, presenting the lace and the cleavage. She waited for his eyes to drop. She waited for him to check her out. She waited for that hungry, lustful look.

But...

Alex didn't look down. He didn't even check her out!

He looked her straight in the eyes with a completely nonchalant expression. He looked bored!

"Hey, Violet," Alex said casually. "I'm back. Hope I'm not too late."

He walked right past her! Woosh.

He walked past the silk. He walked past the lace. He walked past the cleavage that took her twenty minutes to arrange perfectly!

Violet stood there at the open door, freezing cold wind hitting her legs. She was stunned.

'He... he didn't look?' she thought, her heart sinking. 'Why didn't he look? Am I ugly? Is the dress not sexy enough? Does he prefer the "energetic" Marine after all?'

She felt a stab of pain. It wasn't relief that he was being a gentleman. It was disappointment! She wanted him to harass her with his eyes! She wanted him to want her!

"Y-yes..." Violet stammered, closing the door. "You are... you are right on time for dinner. I made stew."

She walked to the kitchen, feeling like a deflated balloon. Alex followed her, whistling a happy tune, acting with a complete innocent smile. It was like he was a saint!

Violet went to the counter. She started preparing the plates. Clink. Clank. She bent over slightly to scoop the stew, hoping maybe now he would look at her rear end.

But suddenly...

"MARINE!"

Alex shouted. He didn't look at Violet's butt. He looked at the ceiling and yelled his step-sister's name with enthusiasm!

"MARINE! COME DOWN! DINNER TIME!"

Violet flinched. 'He is calling her? Again?'

From the floor above, a thumping sound was heard.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Coming!"

A young, energetic voice replied from the above floor.

Then, the sound of running footsteps came thundering down the stairs. Dash dash dash.

Marine came running into the kitchen. She looked flushed. She looked happy. She was wearing cute pajamas with little bears on them.

"I am here!" Marine beamed, looking straight at Alex, ignoring her sexy mother completely.

...

Marine ran into the kitchen like a puppy seeing its owner. She didn't even look at the stew pot. She looked straight at Alex.

"Step bro!! You are back!" Marine squealed happily.

She didn't stop running. She ran right up to him. And then... she hugged him!

Glomp.

She threw her arms around his neck. She pressed her small, pajama-clad body against his chest. It was a very tight, very enthusiastic hug!

"I missed you! The house is so boring without you!" Marine giggled into his shirt.

Alex smiled that charming, devastating smile. He hugged her back. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist (which was covered in cute bear fabric) and gave her a squeeze.

"I missed you too, Marine," Alex said warmly. "Did you be a good girl today?"

Violet stood by the stove, holding a ladle full of beef stew. Drip. Drip. The gravy dripped back into the pot, just like her tears wanted to drip from her eyes.

She watched them hug. She watched her step-son holding her daughter.

'Why...' Violet thought, her hand shaking. 'Why is he hugging her like that? Why is he smiling at her like she is the most beautiful thing in the world? She is wearing pajamas with bears on them! Bears! I am wearing black silk! I am wearing the "Widow Maker" nighty! Why doesn't he hug me?'

She felt a stab of jealousy. It was sharp. It was irrational. But it was there!

"Ahem," Violet cleared her throat loudly. "Dinner is ready. Sit down."

They finally broke the hug. They sat down at the table. But the torture wasn't over. It was just beginning.

Violet served the food. Clank. Clank. She put a big bowl in front of Alex. She put a big bowl in front of Marine. She sat down opposite them.

She waited for conversation. She waited for Alex to say, "Wow, mommy, you look stunning tonight."

But Alex didn't look at her. He only had eyes for Marine.

"Here, Marine," Alex said, picking up a piece of carrot with his fork. "Open wide."

Marine blushed pink. "Ehh? step bro? I can eat by myself..."

"No, no," Alex insisted, moving the fork closer to her mouth. "You worked hard today. You were a very helpful nurse. You deserve to be fed. Say 'Ahh'."

Marine giggled. "Ahh..."

Chomp.

She took the carrot from his fork! She ate it!

"Good girl," Alex praised her.

Violet sat there, holding her spoon. She was frozen. She was completely ignored! She was eating her stew alone in silence while two people flirted right in front of her salad!

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