Chapter 88
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: Stepmom Blackmail Taming (5)
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"...So, instead of your hands... can I massage a place that feels even better?"
"You mean here?"
As I grabbed her breast, Emma flinched and pulled back slightly.
"Y-Yes... anywhere. If it's what you want, young master... anywhere is fine."
Seeing Emma blush with embarrassment sparked a mischievous urge in me.
I flashed a sly grin and said,
"...Hmm, but it feels a bit too small for a proper massage."
"Y-Young master!"
Emma shrieked and pouted, covering her chest as she backed away.
"That's too much! You're being really mean!"
"Don't get so mad. It was just a joke."
"Fine... whatever. Anyway, my chest is small and I have no appeal..."
"I said it was a joke. Why would you think you have no appeal? Look, you've got me rock hard already."
"...Why won't you deny that my chest is small?"
...That, I couldn't deny.
Lucia, Vivian, Tristia, Yangho's mom, and even Garcia all had much bigger breasts than Emma.
Of course, there was the exception named Bianca...
'Bianca's just Bianca.'
Instead of answering, I grabbed her waist and pulled her close. Emma resisted for a moment before melting into my arms with a dramatic sigh.
"Haa... I was already self-conscious about it..."
"Sorry. I didn't think you'd get that upset."
"It's like calling a bald guy bald—he'd get mad, right? Of course someone small gets mad when you call them small..."
"Bald isn't attractive, but you are."
"Eek... Young master. My chest might not have grown much, but I've practiced a lot thinking of you..."
With that, Emma nibbled my earlobe and stroked my cock.
"...Please enjoy my massage to your heart's content."
"Sure. But just getting a handjob is starting to feel a bit boring."
"Th-Then..."
Emma averted her gaze and guided my hand under her skirt.
"Hng... haa... young master's... hand... it's been so long... it's too much..."
"It's been so long...?"
I echoed her words questioningly.
Emma visibly panicked and shook her head vigorously.
"Hek?! N-No... it's the first time! Yes, your first time."
"...Emma, be honest."
As I stroked her soaked pussy—wet enough to feel through her panties—pressing her for answers, Emma leaned into me and confessed.
"Hng... eek... A-Actually, before you left for Carnea... I wanted to make some... memories... one last time..."
"Then why don't I remember?"
"Haa... there... eek...! Wh-While you were... sleeping... I just... fingered a little..."
Knock knock—
Just as Emma was about to fully confess, someone knocked on the door.
'She's here.'
Teasing Emma was fun, but this guest was too important to brush off as a joke.
"...We have a guest, so wait a bit."
"Huaa... Yes, young master."
Emma let out a long sigh mixed with relief and regret, then went to the door and opened it.
"..."
As expected, Garcia Misha stood there.
"Please come in."
"..."
Garcia spotted me with my pants down and froze for a moment, then glared at Emma without a word.
Obviously telling her to leave, but there was no reason for that.
"Emma sees and hears nothing. Right?"
"Yes, young master."
"You heard her. Now, Mother. Come over here and kneel."
"..."
Unable to kneel in front of a servant, Garcia hesitated.
"Hurry up."
But when I pulled out the pill from my pocket and showed it, she had no choice but to kneel.
"Alright, let's check. Open your mouth."
Garcia's face twisted in humiliation as she slowly parted her lips.
"...Ah."
Her mouth was filled with a thick mix of semen and saliva.
"Attending a tea party with your mouth full of cum like that—must've been quite the sight."
"...!"
As I teased her, Garcia shot me a look demanding I stop the nonsense and hand over the pill.
I chuckled and dropped the pill into her mouth.
"You can swallow now."
"Hmmp... eek... haa... haa..."
As Garcia swallowed the cum and pill together, the scent of night-blooming flowers wafted from her every breath.
"This is gonna make cum smell stick to my body."
"You bastard...! Do you know what I went through today because of this?!"
"...Well, you couldn't talk with your mouth full of cum, so I can imagine the vibe."
"Even knowing that!"
"Anyway, we already agreed I'd back the Misha family in exchange for dropping the plan to make Kail the family head. It was a tea party for that—what's a little mess?"
As I countered point by point, Garcia shouted,
"You wouldn't get it, but there's an order to things! You think you can just end it on a whim?!"
"That's for you to handle, Mother. Not my concern."
"...Damn you! I was an idiot for even trying to talk to you. I'm leaving!"
As Garcia shot up from her seat, I muttered loudly,
"Oh, looks like I mixed up the pills. What you just took wasn't the contraceptive—it was an aphrodisiac."
"...You...!"
Garcia gnashed her teeth and lunged forward with a yell.
"Calm down. It was a mistake."
"Don't fuck with me! Hand over the contraceptive like we agreed!"
"...Fine, but are you sure you can handle it?"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Can you endure the effects on your own?"
Recalling the pleasure she'd felt before, Garcia's face flushed red.
"...That's none of your business."
"Fair enough. But you'll have to pay for that aphrodisiac."
"You make a mistake on your own and expect me to pay for it?"
Garcia stared at me in disbelief.
Ridiculous as it was, I held absolute power in this dynamic.
"If you don't want to pay, just don't take the contraceptive."
"...Urgh... you're despicable!"
"Not as much as you, Mother. But since it was my mistake, instead of using your body this time, just watch me relieve myself and I'll give you the pill."
"...Just watch?"
At the promise of no touching, Garcia eyed me suspiciously.
"Yes. Just having you watch gets me excited."
After a moment's hesitation, she sighed and replied,
"...Fine. But if you trick me again..."
"I'm not dumb enough to screw up twice. I swear, just watching, and you'll get the pill."
Garcia returned and sat in the chair, but I shook my head.
"That's not your seat, Mother."
"...Urgh..."
Grinding her teeth, she knelt silently between my legs.
"You look most beautiful on your knees under my cock, Mother."
"Shut up and get on with it!"
"If that's what you want. Emma."
"Yes, young master."
Emma, who had been waiting obediently, came over and sat beside Garcia.
"...Then, pardon me."
Emma spat into her palm, using it as lube, and began stroking my cock.
"Feeling good, young master?"
"Ah... yeah. Feels great. Faster."
"Yes..."
Slap, slap, slap.
Emma's hand sped up, and as the aphrodisiac took hold, Garcia couldn't tear her eyes away from my cock.
The wet schlicking sounds filled the room for a long while.
"...Emma. I'm about to cum."
"Yes, young master. Where do you want to shoot?"
"Why shoot anywhere else when there's a cum dump right in front?"
Obviously, Garcia's face was right there.
Garcia, staring blankly at my cock, belatedly realized she'd been called a cum dump.
"...Who are you calling a cum dump?!"
"Heh. Yeah."
"You dare, you lowly servant—do you want to die?!"
Garcia threatened, but Emma didn't flinch, her hand moving even faster.
"Here it comes, young master. Cum lots on the filthy cum dump."
With Emma's encouragement, I unleashed without holding back.
Splurt— splurt—
"Haa... you came so much."
Thanks to Emma milking me through every spurt, Garcia's body—from head to toe—was utterly drenched in cum.
"Mother, if you want your son's cum, you need to open wide."
"Urgh... you psycho...! Haa... satisfied now?"
Spitting curses, Garcia unconsciously wiped the cum from her face and licked it off her fingers.
"Have I ever been satisfied after one round? I'm still hard. You're taking the pill anyway, Mother—so cumming inside your pussy freely should be fine, right?"
"...Don't talk nonsense! I'm not crazy enough to fuck in front of someone else!"
Her bold declaration nearly made me burst out laughing.
Fucking her stepson was insane to begin with, but Garcia spoke as if it were fine without the "in front of others" caveat.
'Pushed her pretty far... time to reel her in.'
I could force it in front of Emma, but that would backfire with Garcia.
Better to pretend to respect her opinion a bit.
"Emma."
"Yes, young master. I'll return to my duties."
Just calling her name, and she knew exactly what I wanted.
Years serving the Calliope family had honed her instincts.
"...Then, young master. I'll visit your room on my birthday. That time, all the way..."
Whispering her parting words, Emma left the room.
"Now, with the audience gone..."
Alone at last, Garcia—now fully under the aphrodisiac's sway—rubbed her thighs together restlessly.
I stroked her cheek and said,
"...Shall we get started?"