The conversation flowed warmly until every dish on the table was finished. The drowsiness and fatigue I'd been holding back finally took over, making my eyelids feel heavy. I excused myself to head upstairs and rest for a bit before the night's true main course.

Not long after, Gwenneth and Angeline also followed me upstairs.

In the now-cleared dining room, only Delilah and Charlotte remained, sitting across from each other. The atmosphere became more intimate and personal.

Delilah stood up, her simple dress swaying softly with her movements. "I'm going to fetch some liquor. Wait a moment."

Charlotte nodded, her eyes following every move of her best friend. She had been observing carefully all along. Many things were off: Delilah had changed. Not just become softer, but she and her daughters had become incredibly... kind to Adam.

Charlotte knew perfectly well how much they all used to hate Adam. She'd even heard Gwenneth and Angeline insulting Adam with vile words right in front of her.

But what troubled Charlotte most was Delilah's physical change. Her breasts, which were always large, had now become unnaturally huge, straining the fabric of her dress to the point of vulgarity. It was the first thing Charlotte noticed when they hugged earlier.

"Have a drink, Charlie," Delilah invited, pouring wine into a crystal glass. "You need this after a long day."

As high-ranking Hunters, ordinary alcohol couldn't get them drunk. But Charlotte knew this was wine made from rare dungeon fruits, with effects that could bypass the super-metabolism of high-level hunters.

"Don't refuse," Delilah urged, her voice suddenly more insistent. "You need to relax. I can see how tired you are. The work at the HGA must be draining you lately. Let this ease your tension."

Charlotte finally accepted the glass.

They began to drink, and the conversation continued. This time, the topic was more serious.

"We found something interesting in the south," Charlotte said after a few sips of the wine. It was indeed special—warm, rich, and immediately made her body feel lighter.

"A strange floating structure. Similar to... the Tower of Time."

Delilah, who was raising her glass, suddenly froze. Her golden eyes narrowed slightly. "The Tower of Time? Are you sure?"

Charlotte nodded, now more relaxed as the wine's effects started to work. "The shape is different, but our investigation shows it has a similar strange structure. We only discovered it three days ago. We're still investigating, but many monsters have gathered around it. We plan to form a special team to examine it more closely."

The conversation continued about dungeons, monsters, guilds, and their work. But the more Charlotte drank, the more relaxed she became.

And finally, the question she'd been holding back all night, wanting to maintain her image as the Sacred Healer and a proper lady, slipped out with naive honesty.

"Del," Charlotte said suddenly, her eyes fixed on Delilah's breasts, which were practically bursting through her dress. "Your breasts... they're huge. They weren't this big before."

Delilah flinched, then quickly smiled. "I don't know either. Maybe... hormonal changes?"

But Charlotte was now too relaxed to accept a vague answer like that.

"Are you pregnant again? Why did they suddenly get so big?" she asked innocently, like a curious child.

Delilah laughed nervously. "No, impossible."

Charlotte shook her head, then with innocent bluntness, she suddenly blurted out, "I wonder what it's like to date someone?"

She then giggled softly, clearly feeling the effects of the drink.

She looked down slightly, her fingers playing with the rim of her glass. "Seriously, Del. I... I've never dated. I'm always busy with work, to the point I sometimes forget... I'm also a woman who wants to be loved."

Delilah fell silent, looking at her more softly.

Charlotte let out a short sigh, then gave a bitter smile. "Sometimes I wonder, what does it feel like to be loved by a man? Not just admired or seen as competent... but truly loved. Being hugged when I'm tired. Holding hands for no reason."

She chuckled softly, but the laugh sounded fragile. "It's funny, right? My age, and I don't even know what it's like to have a boyfriend. I've rarely even had a crush on someone, Del. It's like... a part of me got left behind."

The drink seemed to have truly taken hold, making her more honest than usual. If she wanted, she could easily sober up given her Class and abilities, but she was genuinely exhausted and wanted to relax.

When Charlotte stood up, her body swayed as if the floor was slowly spinning. Delilah quickly held her arm. "Hey, you should just stay the night. Like old times."

Charlotte nodded weakly. "Alright. Thank you, Del."

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I woke up to the sensation of a climax sweeping through my entire body. A groan escaped my own lips as I peaked. My eyes opened slowly, and my still-blurry vision first caught sight of Gwenneth and Angeline sleeping soundly on either side of me, completely naked and hugging me tightly.

The sight of their beautiful, peaceful sleeping faces made my heart flutter. But a warm, wet sensation below drew my attention. I tilted my head slightly, and the scene presented made my dick throb.

Delilah was kneeling by the bedside, her mouth still encircling my dick, her tongue expertly cleaning every last drop of semen. Her golden eyes sparkled when she saw me wake up, as if proud of her work.

I glanced at the wall clock. The hands showed three in the morning. So I'd slept about four hours, enough to recover some energy after the long day.

"Don't tell me you've been feasting on my dick for hours?" I asked hoarsely.

Delilah nodded shyly, my cock still buried in her mouth. After making sure no semen remained, she slowly pulled her head back and freed my erect shaft.

"That was a long time, Mom," I teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Is my cum that delicious?"

Delilah smiled coyly, her lips still glistening with saliva and traces of my semen. "More delicious than the food I cooked tonight, Honey."

I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Better than the steak with your special sauce?"

She nodded firmly, her eyes sparkling with a sudden idea. "I have an idea... what if next time I mix your cum into the cooking? It would definitely taste even better."

I chuckled, not expecting my once-so-elegant stepmother to have such a twisted idea.

"You naughty mother," I teased, pulling her to sit on my lap. "But that's a good idea. I'll provide it straight to their plates as a special seasoning later."

Delilah hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder. "They'll love it."

Then my thoughts turned to our guest. "What about Charlotte? Did you manage to get her to stay?"

Delilah nodded. "I succeeded in getting her drunk with the special wine. She's fast asleep in the guest room now."

"Good," I praised, patting her butt. "You did well, Mom."

But Delilah looked a bit hesitant. "Adam... what are you going to do to her? To Charlotte?"

I looked directly at her. "I'm going to sleep with her. Turn her into my sex slave too."

Delilah's expression became complex. There was a flicker of disturbance—Charlotte was her closest friend for decades—but at the same time, a strange excitement lit up in her eyes.

"Charlotte... she's truly a lonely woman, Son. Tonight she told me she's never dated. Has never even felt loved by a man."

Her hand reached for my face, stroking my cheek gently. "She said... a part of her was left behind. As a woman, I understand how she feels."

I listened carefully while my hand stroked Delilah's back. "So you think she needs this?"

Delilah nodded, but her eyes showed deep conflict. "I... I don't know. She's my friend. But on the other..." She paused, searching for words. "She's so lonely. And you... you could give her what she needs. Even if the way is... unconventional."

It seemed the effect of constantly twisting her logic had made Delilah like this.

"Then," I said, kissing her forehead, "I guess I should fulfill your friend's wish, Mom. I'll give her a loving experience she'll never forget."

Delilah hugged me tightly, her face buried in my shoulder. "Promise me... you'll be gentle with her. At least at first."

"I promise, Mom," I whispered, though in my heart I knew that promise would be broken the moment Charlotte was fully under my control.

Together, my stepmother and I rose from the bed, our naked bodies moving with purpose toward the guest room. There, Charlotte Haverty, Rank SS Sacred Healer, one of the most influential women in the world, lay fast asleep, unaware that her dream of being loved was about to come true in a way she could never have imagined.

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