"How much do you need?"
Marine’s gloomy face instantly lit up like a kid spotting candy.
"Twenty crowns"
"Twenty? That’s huge. What’s it for"
Alex already knew twenty crowns wasn’t pocket change.
In this world it was the equivalent of twenty bucks—money that could buy half a month’s worth of bread or one night of questionable fun at a tavern.
He started peeling out four crisp five-crown notes from his fat wallet.
Marine bounced on her feet, tail-wagging happy, ass still stinging red but apparently forgotten.
"It’s for Luke. His birthday’s next week. I wanna give him a little treat before that."
Alex froze.
The name stabbed him like a spear through the chest. His brain flipped through Alexander’s memories, pages shuffling until the truth popped up. Luke. Her boyfriend.
His eye twitched.
’This... ungrateful minx. After all my holy virgin hands molded her divine cheeks into a masterpiece of pain and pleasure, she’s taking my hard-earned crowns to sponsor another man’s birthday cake.’
’Me. Cucked. Before even losing my V-card.’
His grin cracked, then widened.
’No. No. This is fine. This is destiny. If she has a boyfriend, then I, the chosen one, must step fully into the role of Final Boss.’
’I will cuck him so hard his ancestors will feel it. The blonde tan NTR demon is awake.’
His towel slipped a little lower.
Alex dangled the four notes in front of Marine’s face, waving them like bait in front of a hungry puppy.
"So this is for Luke, huh. That little broke scholar boy. Still hitting the books while I’m out here swimming in crowns made by my own genius hands."
Marine puffed her cheeks, glaring at him through teary eyes.
"He’s not little. He’s the same age as me"
"Exactly. Same age as you, one year younger than me. And yet, look at him. A poor student who can’t even buy you a sweet bun without crying into his textbook. Meanwhile, me..."
He tapped his chest proudly, towel hanging dangerously low.
"I’m already rich, already brilliant, already perfect. I could buy you ten birthday cakes, one for each cheek, and still not feel the loss."
He flicked one note against her forehead, smirking.
"You really want to waste my glorious crowns on that peasant boy."
Marine pouted, clutching her hands together like a stubborn child.
"He’s not a peasant, he’s... he’s Luke."
Alex’s grin spread wider, sharklike.
’Yes. Perfect. Be loyal, little sister-thief. Be loyal to him.’
’That will make your fall all the sweeter when I take you.’
’When he finds out. When his little scholar’s heart cracks like cheap pottery. Hah. This is the path. This is the NTR demon’s grand stage.’
Alex finally shoved the notes into her hand and waved her off like some rich landlord dismissing a maid. Marine snatched them, jumped like an excited bunny, and sprinted away.
’I have work to do.’
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm his inner storm, when suddenly a little head peeked back in from the doorway. Marine. She smiled sweetly... then flipped him off before bolting again.
"That little shit"
Alex laughed, shaking his head. Revenge. Oh, it would come, and it would be glorious. No doubt about it.
But that wasn’t even the insane part. The insane part was how he didn’t just pounce on her then and there.
That body, sculpted by some perverted god with a sense of humor, was right in front of him, and he held back.
’What the hell. Was it because of my endless gooning sessions’
The thought hit him like a truck. He, the great Alex, resisting temptation. If it had been the old him, Marine would already be pinned under him, squealing like the brat she was.
A bad premonition clawed at him.
Maybe his lust had evolved. Maybe the old him was dead, replaced by a higher being, one who could only feel true desire when there was the sweet spice of NTR sprinkled on top.
’Damn. Did my mind ascend so far that vanilla doesn’t work unless it involves stealing someone else’s girl’
Dong!!!
At that single thought, his little brother surged to full mast, breaking free from the towel’s pathetic defense and letting it drop to the floor.
’This is going to be a problem.’
Alex dressed sharp, nothing fancy, just a black pant and a tucked-in white shirt. Simple, but enough to make him look like he walked out of a forbidden romance novel.
"Damn, your mother must be so proud she once had me inside her"
He strutted downstairs, only to find his dad, delicious stepmom, and elder step sister sister already at the dining table, chomping on their breakfast like extras in his movie.
From outside the house, a storm of chit-chat buzzed like background noise, but who cared.
Alex’s eyes didn’t even flicker toward his so-called dad. The man was wallpaper, useless, reading his newspaper like some tired NPC. Not worth a single pixel of attention.
Instead, Alex let his gaze linger where it mattered. His stepmom.
His stepmom took a bite of toast, looked up, and froze. Alex was standing at the staircase, staring like a hungry wolf at a barnyard.
Her face went crimson, and suddenly she was choking on bread like it was her first time swallowing in public.
Alex smiled, slow and wicked. Oh yes. This was going to be one delicious breakfast.
[A/N]
If you degenerates are enjoying this novel so far, don’t just sit there with your sticky fingers. Throw me your hard-earned power stones like you’re making it rain in a strip club, and for the love of sin, waste your precious time dropping some comments.
Your support is the only thing keeping Alex from turning this wholesome family breakfast into a XXX-rated crime scene. So feed the beast, because the more you give, the more unhinged this ride is gonna get.