Cheater

"Okay, I'll be your girlfriend for a month" The words Julian had been waiting for finally left Beatrice's lips, albeit laden with tension and doubt. 

Then, with narrowed eyes and a restrained voice, she quickly added, "But it will be a secret between us. And I won't do anything dirty with you either. What happened the other night was a mistake because I was drunk, nothing more."

"I'll respect that" Julian replied, his tone soft and seemingly sincere, as his fingers traced circles over his stepmother's neck, sending a series of shivers down her spine that she couldn't help but shiver. "But if we're going to be a couple, there are certain things we have to do. Spend time together, go on dates...and kiss. That's the bare minimum to make this work - don't you think?"

Beatrice looked at him, her heart racing as she tried to process the sensations Julian's touch brought on. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but not entirely unpleasant. 

"Yes... we can do those things" She finally agreed, her voice shaky. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing, but she could no longer back out.

⟦ Beatrice Cross (stepmother) has accepted the user (adopted son) as her "temporary boyfriend". ⟧

⟦ Formed taboo relationship: +10 Affection (20/100) and +10 Attraction (80/100) ⟧

⟦ Due to recent events, Cedric Cross (stepfather) favor of fate is deteriorating. ⟧

⟦ +10 Luck Points. ⟧ 

The system sent a string of messages, but Julian didn't let this distract him, he still wanted to push further. 

"Words aren't enough" He muttered with a smile that bordered on predatory. "I want to seal the deal with a kiss."

Beatrice opened her mouth to protest, a mixture of surprise and anxiety painted on her face, "Here? It's not a good place... your brothers are there, they could easily see us..."

But the words died on her lips as Julian pulled her to him, his arm around her slender waist firmly. Beatrice's huge, heavy tits pressed against his chest, a sensation so divine it nearly drove him mad. 

Their faces were dangerously close, barely inches apart. Beatrice shivered under the intensity of his gaze, wondering when his eyes had taken on that exotic dark golden hue. Or perhaps they had always been like that and she had never noticed? Beatrice began to doubt herself. 

She had never felt the slightest appreciation for Julian. From the very day she adopted him, she had seen him as a nuisance to be endured. As he grew older, that indifference and disdain intensified. 

But now, she was becoming fascinated by his foxy gaze, a situation she would never have imagined. Despite the fact that he was ugly and fat, she inevitably began to find things to like about his features.

Julian, noticing his stepmother's inner hesitation, bent his face and kissed her with a raw, savage passion. He was no longer as clumsy as the night before, after hours of kissing her he learned quite a bit about her tastes, adapting himself perfectly to Beatrice's shy lips. 

The contact was intense, and Beatrice, though she wanted to resist, felt her body give in to the wave of excitement that swept over her. Her trembling hands squeezed Julian's shoulders, unconsciously digging her nails into his skin. 

This kiss was a primal demonstration of the power and control Julian now had over her, something that overwhelmed her greatly, awakening basic feminine instincts within her.

Finally, the evil stepson pulled away, leaving Beatrice gasping, her mind in complete chaos. Beatrice's sweet feminine fragrance still filled Julian's senses, his pulse racing with excitement, hungry to devour her completely.

They both looked at each other. The silence between them was heavy, charged with an almost palpable tension.

"You were right. It's dangerous here. Let's go to my room" Julian suddenly said, grabbing her wrist. 

"O-hey, what do you think you're doing" Beatrice complained as she was dragged away by Julian, leaving what she was half-cooking.

"Come on. I just want to talk to my girlfriend some more. There's nothing wrong with that" Julian said with a tone full of righteousness, as if he really believed in what he was saying. 

⟦ JULIAN'S ROOM ⟧ 

The door opened with a soft groan, letting Julian rush in as he held his stepmother's wrist.

Beatrice stopped in the middle of the room, staring with disbelieving eyes at the huge mess. Piles of clothes formed little hills in the corners. The bed was half unmade, with rumpled sheets barely covering the mattress. On the desk, a gaming computer remained on, with the screen showing the background of a girl in a bikini with a flirtatious smile. 

The air was heavy with the smell of fried food, instant ramen and something else undefined that Beatrice couldn't immediately identify.

"Julian, your room is..." Beatrice paused, searching for the right words. "...a disaster." Her lips twisted into an expression somewhere between disgust and resignation.

*Soon it will become your favorite place* Julian thought inwardly. 

"I'm sorry. Now that you're my girlfriend and will be coming over more often, I'll order it" Julian replied, gently pushing her down on the bed. Her huge cow breasts bounced creating a memorable image. "But now I want us to get to know each other better." 

"Julian, remember what we talked about, no- Nnnh!" 

The wicked stepson said nothing, but gently ran a hand down her juicy thigh. Beatrice, who was sensitive and incredibly turned on by the kiss-though she was too proud to show it-felt that simple touch like a lightning bolt in her brain, making her moan slightly with a slutty face. She couldn't even finish what she was trying to say.

What happened the night before was still fresh in her mind and body. How those hands made her cum senselessly over and over again. It was such a strong experience that it had stuck in her subconscious, making her body that much more sensitive to Julian. 

"I'm just fondling my girlfriend, what's dirty about that?"

"Don't play with words, you cheat. You know perfectly well what we agreed to" She replied with shaky words.

"Where's the cheating?" Julian lifted her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. 

Beatrice's skin was flushed. In front of Julian, not a trace of her former proud, commanding bearing remained. Before, a single glance would have been enough to frighten Julian, but now, when their eyes met, she couldn't even bear his intensity and lowered her eyes.

"Your-your-your-hands are touching me... it's di- dirty" She barely managed to say.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear you" Julian replied with mock politeness, before grabbing her peach-shaped ass, eliciting a squeal from her. "Could you repeat that?"

She covered her mouth, trying with all her might to hide her moan as, unconsciously, her hips moved slightly back and forth, barely perceptibly. But Julian, who was studying her up and down so as not to miss a single detail, at once detected these signs.

*She's super horny. She can barely stand it* A huge tent slowly rose up in his pants, knowing that this woman was at her most vulnerable mentally and physically.

There is a saying that goes "strike when the iron is hot". Once the iron gets cold, it will be too late. Julian understood that, at this point, he must beat Beatrice with his hammer until she took the shape he wanted.

Beatrice was sweating as she squirmed. Her large black bra was transparent behind her cotton sweater. Her breasts were so plentiful that they protruded tenderly from the cups, swelling and rippling like jelly with her heaving breath.

She wasn't even clear anymore whether she really wants to stop him or not. She felt that resisting him was futile, but instead of feeling helpless about it, that idea made her hornier.... 

"It is very hot. Let me help you take off your clothes" Julian whispered wickedly to her as his hands cupped the hem of her sweater, like a loving boyfriend tending to his mate.