The silence in the dining room didn't last long. Just a few minutes after Angeline fled, the sound of quick, light footsteps approached once more.

Angeline reappeared in the doorway, her face still slightly flushed, but her eyes shone with new determination.

"Brother, I brushed my teeth," she declared clearly, shattering the quiet. "And I gargled too. See? All clean. No food left."

Before anyone could comment, she opened her mouth wide, displaying her clean white teeth and pink tongue.

Her expression was so innocent and serious, it left me, Delilah, and Gwenneth stunned. Gwenneth even paused her caress for a moment. There was something so guileless, direct, and yet incredibly lewd about this action.

A small smile touched my lips. I gave a approving nod.

Angeline's expression instantly brightened. Without wasting a second, she slid back under the table and emerged between my thighs, right in front of my cock. My shaft stood stiff, as if greeting her.

"Do you like my dick that much, Angel?" I asked, my tone teasing as my hand stroked her soft golden hair.

Angeline looked up, her face flushed again, but this time she didn't look down. She took a deep breath, as if gathering courage, then in a loud, slightly trembling but resolute voice, she said, "Yes! I... I really do! I admit it! I'm your cocksucker! That's... that's my job!"

The words seemed to explode from her mouth, and after saying them, she looked both relieved and incredibly embarrassed.

Without waiting for my response—or perhaps because she was too ashamed—she immediately bowed her head and opened her small mouth. The tip of my cock was instantly enveloped within it.

"Damn..." I hissed to myself. The sight was both sexy and adorable. Her serious face, her golden eyes gazing up at me with such misplaced dedication, and the way her small mouth eagerly tried to lick and suck.

Even though she often gives me blowjobs, my size is still too much for her petite throat. Angeline tried valiantly, pushing her head deeper, but she could only take about two-thirds of my length.

For the rest, she cleverly used her small hands to stroke and massage the unreachable base, while her tongue busily worked around the head.

"Good girl... Angel... you're amazing..." I praised, my hand pressing gently on her head to help her keep the rhythm.

Delilah, watching from the side, drew a sharp breath. "Oh my, Mommy is truly jealous watching this," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I tore my attention from Angeline's mouth for a moment to look at my stepmother.

"Don't be jealous, Mom," I said with a smile, my eyes dropping to her chest, still covered by fabric. "You have your own special qualities no one else has. Your breasts... they are a gift from heaven. I've always wanted to suckle from you."

Delilah understood. Her cheeks flushed, but a small smile appeared. She reached for the straps of her dress on her shoulders and pulled them down. The fabric slipped, revealing flawless pale skin, and finally... her massive, voluptuous breasts sprang free. They swayed gently before settling, full and heavy, with pink nipples already stiff and hardened in invitation.

She pushed them toward my face.

"Drink, Darling," she whispered, her eyes gleaming. "Drink Mommy's milk so you can grow even stronger."

I didn't wait for a second invitation. Both my hands immediately grabbed and squeezed her impossibly large breasts, filling my palms.

The feeling was incredible—soft, firm, and utterly arousing. I brought my face close and took both nipples into my mouth at once, sucking greedily.

"Ahh~ Adam!" Delilah let out a long moan, her body arching. Her slender hands helped, squeezing and massaging her own breasts, pushing her areolae to release more milk. "Suck harder... drink more... for you... all for you..."

My excitement grew. The taste of her sweet, warm milk flooded my mouth, satisfying a different kind of thirst. While my tongue played with her nipples, I watched Delilah's upturned face, her eyes closed in pleasure, her lips parted as short gasps escaped.

From the corner of my eye, I caught another sight: Gwenneth. She sat rigidly beside me, her hand had stopped moving. Her face was pale, her eyes wide as she watched the scene between her mother, her step-sister, and me.

Even though her body had become an obedient sex slave and her mind was under my control, her basic logic and deepest morals hadn't been completely twisted.

Witnessing this scene—mother and daughter serving me in such an intimate and 'wrong' way—still stirred disgust and horror within her. But she could do nothing. She didn't dare. And I intentionally left it that way. Watching her internal struggle, her fear and forced compliance, was its own kind of spice.

Actually, it would be very easy to twist her logic. The method is simple: inject distorted truths, convince her with reasoning that sounds plausible in this already chaotic world. Just as I had done with Angeline and Delilah.

But for Gwenneth... I'm leaving it for now. The taste of her suppressed guilt and revulsion is delicious.

"I'm going to cum, Angel," I groaned, giving her warning.

Angeline under the table only moaned in response, her mouth still full.

With a long groan muffled by Delilah's breast in my mouth, I reached my climax. My hot semen erupted in strong spurts, filling Angeline's mouth as she eagerly swallowed it, her hands still massaging the base of my cock.

Simultaneously, perhaps from the stimulation of my sucking and her own arousal, Delilah's milk spurted more freely into my mouth.

Two different flavors—my fresh cum in my stepsister's mouth and the sweetness of my stepmother's breast milk in my own—merged in my perception of pleasure. I swallowed everything ravenously.

"AHH~ Adam!" Delilah moaned long, her body shaking intensely.

Angeline finally pulled back, coughing lightly while licking her lips, which still had traces of white. Her eyes shone, satisfied.

I pulled away from Delilah's breast, breathing heavily. The world seemed to spin for a moment from the intensity of the dual pleasure. Truly... an exceptional family.

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In my room, dim lighting cast dancing shadows on the walls. For a moment, my mind completely forgot the existence of the decoration in the center of the room.

Charlotte Haverty, Delilah's close friend, hung in the air like a living statue presented for me.

Black shibari ropes intricately bound her naked body in a complex pattern, cinching her large breasts into shape, pulling her wrists and ankles behind her in a pose that completely opened up and displayed every curve.

Her position was vulgarly explicit, as if her body were a frame ready for my use at any time, with both her pussy and asshole wide open and easily accessible. In both holes, small black vibrators hummed with a constant low vibration, causing Charlotte's body to twitch uncontrollably from time to time.

Her mouth was stuffed with a red ball gag, allowing only muffled snorts and groans to escape. Her eyes were covered by a black blindfold, severing her connection to the outside world.

She was entirely at my mercy, able only to feel—the shame, the helplessness, and strangely, the waves of arousal forced upon her by the vibrators and her own hidden fetishes.

Her body, once graceful and dignified as an SS-rank Sacred Healer, now hung in the middle of the room in a deeply humiliating state.

I had been ignoring the notifications stacking up in the corner of my vision. The rising sexual arousal of all of them—Delilah, Gwenneth, Angeline, even the helpless Charlotte—kept popping up like monotonous weather reports. I chose to focus on other things.

Now, the three women who still had freedom of movement stood lined up before me. Delilah with her soft, graceful smile. Her golden eyes only occasionally glanced toward Charlotte's hanging body, as if it were an ordinary painting.

Angeline with a pouting expression but eyes full of anticipation, and Gwenneth... Gwenneth stood the stiffest. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her gaze struggled hard not to look directly at Charlotte, but failed. She was clearly disturbed.

"I have a gift for you all," I said, breaking the silence filled only by the vibrators' hum.

Their expressions changed. Delilah looked curious, Angeline immediately forgot her pout, and Gwenneth... shifted her gaze from Charlotte to me with a wary look.

I walked to the corner of the room, picking up the bag I had brought home and casually tossed there earlier. I reached inside and pulled out...

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