I chuckled softly, watching Charlotte's tense back as she hastily retreated from the dining room.

"It seems Charlotte still hasn't fully recovered from last night," I remarked, turning my gaze to Delilah. "I think she needs more nutritious food to regain her strength."

Delilah nodded, her face showing genuine concern—or at least, a version of concern distorted by my influence. "Yes, sweetheart. I'll make something special for her."

As she said this, her soft hand slipped beneath the table. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned my pants. Her warm hand immediately found and grasped my shaft, which had been hard and tense for a while now.

She began rubbing it with attentive strokes, her palm moving against the sensitive skin, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, already slick with pre-cum. I let out a soft sigh, enjoying this discreet service while Gwenneth across from me pretended to read her tablet, though her ears were slightly red.

Closing my eyes for a moment, my thoughts drifted to Alex. That bastard. After the humiliation I served him in class yesterday, he wouldn't stay quiet. But did he really think his family's second-tier guild could stand against me? Hah, what a fool.

"Mom," I whispered, my hand stroking Delilah's hair. "Please prepare something for me. I need your help with something regarding Alex Rutherford."

Delilah looked at me, her golden eyes gleaming with obedience. "Anything you need, Adam."

I whispered my plan into her ear. Meanwhile, under the table, her hand never stopped working, making my shaft throb with anticipation.

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A moment later, Charlotte returned. She seemed slightly calmer, but her eyes remained wary. She sat back down across from me, avoiding direct eye contact.

"How are you feeling now, Charlie?" Delilah asked gently, placing a steaming bowl of soup in front of Charlotte.

"Better," Charlotte answered shortly, her eyes examining the bowl briefly before locking onto me. "You forget, Del? I'm the world's best Healer. Physical health is my expertise."

However, the moment her spoon scooped up the soup and entered her mouth, her expression completely changed. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Del... this is... incredibly delicious!" she praised, genuinely astonished. "What is this? The flavor is so rich, so... unique. I've never tasted anything like it."

Delilah smiled sweetly. "I'm glad you like it. I used a special secret spice."

Charlotte seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. She ate the soup eagerly and with gusto, as if momentarily forgetting all her unease. I watched her with a faint smile, savoring each ravenous mouthful she swallowed. When she finished, she licked her lips.

"Truly remarkable, Del. What secret spice is that?"

Delilah glanced at me briefly. I gave a slight nod, the smile on my lips widening.

"It's... Adam's semen," Delilah answered matter-of-factly, as if discussing salt or pepper.

Charlotte froze. Her face went blank, as if her brain was trying to process the words she'd just heard but failed completely.

"S-Sorry, Del? I thought I misheard. You said... what?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"Adam's semen," Delilah repeated in the same flat, innocent tone. "I mixed it into your soup. So you could get the best nutrition, straight from the source."

Instantly, Charlotte's face turned pale, then flushed crimson. Her brown eyes widened in horror and disbelief. Her gaze darted toward me, then back to Delilah, then to the empty bowl in front of her.

"No— That's impossible! You—You're joking!" she yelled, her body starting to shake. She stood up roughly, her chair toppling backwards with a loud clatter.

Before she could flee, Gwenneth, who had moved silently behind her, stepped forward quickly. Her strong hands seized Charlotte's arms from behind, locking them in an unbreakable grip. Charlotte screamed, trying to break free, but her physical strength as a Healer was no match for a Rank S Knight like Gwenneth.

"GWENNETH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET ME GO! DEL! DELILAH, STOP THIS!" she screamed, real panic setting in.

Delilah merely stood there, watching her with an expression mixing pity and a strange excitement. "Didn't you say last night you were curious about being loved by a man, Charlie? You wanted to experience a real connection. So... as your good friend, I thought I'd help you. With Adam."

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?! DEL, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU! WITH ALL OF YOU!" Charlotte shrieked, tears beginning to spill from her eyes. Her stomach churned, but for some reason, the nausea mixed with a strange, spreading warmth.

Delilah shook her head slowly. "Nothing's wrong, Charlie. What's happening is... Adam has united us. He's taught us to be a real family. A very, very close family."

Charlotte looked at me, her eyes filled with hatred and fear. "What have you done to them?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME LAST NIGHT?!"

I stood up slowly, walking toward her. "I just wanted a caring family, Charlotte. A family that's very close to me. And now, I want you to be part of that family too."

"You might resist at first, Charlie," Delilah chimed in with a melodious voice. "We did too. But later... you'll definitely enjoy it. And you'll be happy, like us."

"YOU'RE ALL INSANE!" Charlotte yelled in despair.

I raised a hand, signaling Delilah. "Mom, please clear the table."

As Delilah obediently began clearing the table, I approached Charlotte, who was still restrained by Gwenneth. I reached out, stroking her tear-stained cheek. She screamed in fear, trying to turn her face away.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! TO ME AND YOUR OWN FAMILY?!" she cried, her breath ragged.

"You're beautiful, Charlotte," I answered simply, my fingers moving down to her neck. "And you're lonely. I don't hate you. Even when you ignored me before while they tormented me... we had no connection. But now, I want us to have a connection. A very, very close one."

[Charlotte's Sexual Arousal increased to 25 (+1)]

[Your Dominance over Charlotte Increases to 6%.]

Huh, you easy slut!

The table was now empty and clean. "Pets, Mom. Please help Aunt onto the table."

They obeyed immediately. Using their strength, the struggling Charlotte was lifted and laid flat on her back on the cold, wooden dining table surface. Gwenneth held down her shoulders and neck firmly, while Delilah forced Charlotte's legs apart, spreading them wide and holding her by the ankles.

"NO! DON'T! PLEASE!" Charlotte screamed, but no one was listening.

I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my monster, which was already erect and glistening with pre-cum. Seeing it, Charlotte gulped hard. Her eyes bulged—was this the same shape and size that had destroyed her last night? Desire and fear warred within her.

"You see?" I taunted, stepping closer. "He can't wait to meet you again either."

Charlotte tried to struggle, using all her limited physical strength, but it was futile. Even in her panic, she couldn't deny the humiliating truth: her body was heating up. Moisture was beginning to seep through, making her thin pants damp in the crotch area.

I easily ripped her pants open. Beneath them, as I suspected, she wore nothing. Only neatly groomed pubic hair and her pussy lips, already shining with wetness.

"Wow, no panties? And so wet already," I mocked, my index finger swiping through her damp slit, collecting her fluid. "You really are a natural-born whore, aren't you?"

"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU RIPPED THEM LAST NIGHT!" she yelled in shame, her cheeks burning red.

I didn't answer. My hands tore open her shirt, buttons flying. Her large, plump, white breasts were immediately exposed. Her pink nipples were already taut and erect, betraying her fear.

"DEL! GWEN! SNAP OUT OF IT! THIS ISN'T YOU! PLEASE!" Charlotte pleaded with the two women she once knew.

But they only stared at her with heated, eager expressions, holding her body down firmly.

Charlotte was utterly confused. Amidst all this horror and betrayal, a part of her was genuinely aroused. She was being humiliated, held down by her best friend and her daughter, about to be raped again by the man who took her virginity. And she... was anticipating it. Her pussy was throbbing, craving that violation.

[Charlotte's Sexual Arousal increased to 31 (+1)]

[Your Dominance over Charlotte Increases to 11%.]

I stepped between her spread legs, the hot tip of my cock pressing against her slick, wet pussy lips. "Ready for our next family lesson, Charlotte?"

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