Stephanie's Late-Night Visit
“Yes, yes! Young Master! I’ll handle it right away!” Sean broke out in a cold sweat across his forehead.
He never could have imagined that Andy, who’d always been such a timid pushover before, would turn so ruthless and decisive after surviving that brush with death!
He’d only asked a single question, and Andy had already developed killing intent toward him!
Worse yet, Andy was spot on.
Under current U.S. law, minors under twelve—including twelve-year-olds—faced no criminal liability for murder. They were even protected by the legal system!
Which meant if Andy put a bullet in him right now, not only would the kid walk free, but the law would shield his privacy too. This pint-sized killer could live happily among the masses, growing up healthy and unscathed.
Fuck that goddamn juvenile protection law! Sean cursed inwardly, sensing Andy’s icy, terrifying gaze boring into his back. He hurried his steps down the stairs.
He couldn’t bear to spend another second around this new Andy. The boy radiated a chilling dread, like a venomous snake locking eyes on its prey—pure fear and unease twisting in Sean’s gut.
Once Sean was gone, Xiao Yi enjoyed a long, soothing bath. In the apocalypse, something as simple as bathing was an unthinkable luxury.
These past couple of days battling zombies had left him drenched in foul sweat, and then there were the romps with women—his cock still sticky with their juices and saliva. The hot water melted away every tension, leaving him utterly relaxed.
He’d just settled into bed for a proper night’s sleep when the rumble of a car pulled up outside the villa. Glancing at his watch, it was past eleven. Pete and Stephanie must be back.
Sure enough, moments later came the maid’s welcoming chatter and the sharp click-click of high heels ascending the stairs.
Xiao Yi’s room sat right at the second-floor landing—a prime spot for eavesdropping, if noisy and short on privacy. For him, though, it was ideal: total command of the villa’s comings and goings.
The heels drew closer... paused at his door for a beat... then faded away.
Stephanie Seymour, he noted.
He thought nothing of it, pulled up the covers, and mulled his next moves from the warmth of the bed before drifting toward sleep.
In that hazy limbo, a faint noise stirred him at the door—someone fumbling with a key.
Who the hell...?
Xiao Yi snapped alert, his hand instinctively snaking under the pillow to grip his pistol.
The door creaked open. In the dim glow, a tall figure with long flowing hair slipped inside, easing the door shut with furtive care.
She was stunning: cascading waves of hair, an S-curved hourglass figure, statuesque height...
Before he could speak, a soft, velvety voice floated over. “Darling Andy... are you asleep?”
Stephanie Seymour!
He recognized her instantly. Little interaction in this world so far, but back in the 1993 apocalypse, he’d claimed every inch of her body.
What’s she doing here?
Xiao Yi frowned in the darkness. She’d groped her way in blind.
Weird. Nearly midnight—why was his “mother” Stephanie sneaking to his bedside instead of sleeping?
He stayed silent, feigning slumber.
“Andy?”
She whispered again, soft as a breath. Convinced he was out, she let out a melancholic sigh, peeled back the covers with delicate fingers, and perched on the edge of the bed.
Their bodies brushed, warm skin to skin.
She wore a loose, seductive nightgown, her fluffy waves of hair carrying a faint, fresh scent of body wash—relaxing, inviting. But beneath it lingered a subtle tang of alcohol.
Even post-bath, Xiao Yi caught the booze on her breath.
Drunk. My “mother” Stephanie’s drunk.
As he weighed his response, her palm—soft and warm—settled gently over his face, stroking with exquisite tenderness.
So careful. So gentle. So intimate.
“Andy... I’m sorry... Mommy made you suffer so much...” Her voice trembled. “But I really can’t tell a soul about your true origins...”
Plip. A tear splashed onto his cheek, jolting him.
Stephanie... was crying.
His pulse quickened at the mention of Andy’s background.
But she trailed off, burrowing under the covers instead. Her arms wrapped around him from behind.
A wave of warmth and softness enveloped his back.
Xiao Yi felt it crystal clear: Stephanie’s massive breasts pressing firmly against him.