What dishes can you make with just a dozen eggs?
The answer is plenty! Luckily, Vincent was very experienced in the kitchen.
He found some tomatoes and leftover vegetables. He made a low-budget Caesar salad, rolled omelette, a fluffy and melty-filled omelet, and scrambled eggs with a special sauce on the side!
They usually ate carbohydrates with bread. Warm toasted bread straight from the toaster was all laid out on the table.
A simple meal but enough to satisfy six hungry stomachs.
Violet, Vincent's stepmother, was now wearing a more modest outfit—a bodycon dress in matching colors. Even so, the curves shown by his stepmother made Vincent's eyebrows and lower body twitch slightly, because something clearly stood out on her chest.
Vincent tried not to pay too much attention to it and focused on cooking the breakfast and serving his new family.
"Ara~ this looks so delicious, my son~ you're good at cooking."
After putting the last plate on the table, Vincent took off his apron and headed upstairs, where his stepsisters' rooms were.
"I'll call the others."
"Eh, let mother do it."
"No problem, stepmother can stay waiting here."
"Mm, alright if that's your wish, my son~"
Climbing the spiral staircase, Vincent intended to call his other stepsisters for breakfast.
He headed to the nearest room across from his own. There were six fairly large rooms on the second floor. Each room was adjacent or opposite one another, separated by a long corridor leading to an outer balcony.
He knocked on the door three times, then called the occupant's name.
"Vittoria! Breakfast is ready!"
No answer. He opened the door and found Vittoria topless, wearing only hot pants that slipped a little down her thigh, giving Vincent a clear view of that soft pink cake.
"Pe-pe-pervert! Perverted brother!!!"
Seeing Vittoria about to throw something in her hand, Vincent raised his arm to shield his face from the thrown object, feeling guilty seeing his stepsister's beauty.
"I didn't mean to! It's because you didn't answer my call! Eh?"
What he caught in his hand was a massage device. He had accidentally caught the item Vittoria threw, which was a pink microphone-shaped massager with wet massage beads.
Realizing what he was holding, Vincent was speechless, his face flushing as he froze.
Vittoria was equally embarrassed and frustrated at herself for throwing the evidence she wanted to hide from her brother's sudden arrival.
A flying foot landed on Vincent's stomach, accompanied by a girl's scream.
"Perverted brother!"
Thud!
Vincent was thrown back, opening the door to his own room and lying nearly unconscious on the floor. Meanwhile, the item he was holding slipped from his hand, and Vittoria quickly grabbed it and slammed her door shut.
Bang!
"Uhhhh hhhh hhh."
Vincent could only wince in pain while holding his queasy stomach. He felt his consciousness nearly fade due to that brutal kick. He didn't know a girl so small had such strength.
After lying down for a few minutes and coughing several times, Vincent tried to get up and call his other siblings.
"Damn, if you want to do that, you should do it at night!" Vincent muttered quietly while stepping with trembling legs toward his other sibling's room. He had two older step sisters and two younger stepsisters. Vittoria was his first younger sister, only a few months younger from him.
Next to her was the youngest sister's room.
He knocked three times on her door first.
"Vina, breakfast is ready."
No answer.
Still a bit traumatized by the previous incident, Vincent knocked again.
"Vina?"
Still no answer.
Assuming his youngest stepsister was still asleep, Vincent opened the unlocked door.
The room, filled with pink, immediately came into view. On a soft, feminine-colored bed sat a 14-year-old girl with pastel pink hair hugging a giant teddy bear the same size as herself, also pink.
Vincent looked around; his youngest stepsister's room was a mess. Clothes, T-shirts, dresses, underwear, toys — everything looked like a shipwreck!
But in the middle was a tiny angel sitting, hugging the bear with puffy eyes. She shyly lifted her face to see someone entering her very messy room.
"Vina?" Vincent cautiously approached. He sat beside his stepsister, who apparently had been awake for some time, and from her puffy eyes, Vincent knew she had been crying.
Vincent's big brother instincts kicked in; he felt he had to comfort his sister who just finished crying.
He gently stroked Vina's back, speaking softly.
"What's wrong, Vina? Why are you crying?"
The shy Vina looked into Vincent's face, then tears fell from both her eyes.
"Dad..."
She released her teddy bear hug, suddenly rushing to Vincent and hugging him tightly, burying her face in his chest.
Vincent could do nothing but softly say "Eh?"
"Dad! Don't leave Vina alone! Vina doesn't have a dad anymore to hug!"
Vina's hug was tight but lacked strength; she sobbed into Vincent's chest.
"Vina..." Vincent had no choice but to let his stepsister hold onto him and cry to her heart's content.
His hands warmly hugged his sister, who was still sad from just losing a father figure. Although Vincent didn't feel grief like his sister did, he still felt the loss of someone — even if it was someone he hated.
He gently rubbed her back.
After about two minutes, Vina finally stopped crying.
She then lifted her adorable face. So cute that even the world's cutest porcelain doll would pale in comparison.
Her pastel pink hair was straight and shoulder-length, with pupils colored a purplish black.
Her body was a bit thin, though she had just entered her teens, and her chest was already somewhat developed.
Seeing his stepmother, Vincent could understand this was genetic. His stepmother had very full and large breasts, so if Vincent imagined holding them, they would be bigger than his palm.
Shaking his head, Vincent flushed a little imagining that while his stepsister sat on his thigh.
She wore a soft fabric jacket with a bunny-eared hood. Just the jacket? No innerwear?
Vincent became nervous and swallowed a lot when he realized a damp cleavage was pressed against his groin.
"Vi-vina, let's eat. Breakfast is ready downstairs, mother is waiting there."
Innocent and naive, Vina nodded. But her legs or arms refused to let go of hugging Vincent.
"Vi-vina?"
"Vina wants to be hugged by dad."
Vincent could only sigh.
He then shifted Vina's body to behind his back while she clung like a koala hugging a tree trunk behind him.
Leaving the shipwreck room, he headed to his second stepsister's room.
Knocking three times, Vincent called out her name.
"Sis Valian, breakfast is ready!"
No answer.
Vincent sighed. His stepfamily was full of surprises. Abnormal surprises. Hopefully this sister had a normal personality.
He called and knocked again. Still no answer.
"Sis Vali is hard to wake up. She usually wakes up at dusk and stays awake at night," Vani explained, clinging on Vincent's shoulder.
"A bat? Is she a bat?" Vincent could no longer sigh with Vani stuck on his back.
He opened the door and found a room filled with dark and metal decorations. Full of gothic ornaments. Even the person.
White hair cut to the neck, wearing skull-shaped iron earrings. Wearing only a plain black tank top without any innerwear!
Vincent could see from the doorway his sister half-naked, sleeping with a blanket under her back. And in a ridiculous sleeping position.
"Don't look! Sis Vali has a unique sleeping habit."
Vincent's eyes were covered by Vani's tiny hands, but he could still clearly see through the gaps.
Valian's sleeping position looked like someone possessed in the movie The Exorcist. For a moment, it made Vincent's heart stop beating in shock seeing her sleeping like someone possessed.
Crossed legs with a body bent almost 90 degrees to the right and head buried in the mattress.
"A ghost?" Vincent couldn't hold the word from his mouth. He shook his head slowly because his normal expectations were shattered. This was very abnormal.
He then walked closer and sat on the gothic metal bed frame of Valian.
"Sis Valian, wake up, it's morning, breakfast is ready."
"She won't wake up unless sunlight touches her."
"Is she a vampire?"
Vincent walked to the closed black curtains and opened them wide. Meanwhile, Vani sat on the bed trying to wake her sister, gently shaking her shoulders with all her might.
"Sis Vali, wake up! It's night!"
Valian immediately opened her eyes like a living dead thirsty for blood at night. She stood up instead of sitting like a normal human when awakened.
Seeing the sunlight pierce her room, she immediately jumped on Vincent—the culprit who opened the curtains.
Thud!
Vincent didn't have time to dodge because he didn't expect all those insane actions.
Her butt sat on his face while Valian hurriedly closed the black curtains like a vampire afraid of burning.
Speechless, Vincent slammed his stepsister to the floor because he felt something wet in his mouth!
Now the two of them were instead in position of people having sex with each other.
Watched by Vani, who covered her eyes with her palms but peeked through her fingers.
"How dare you wake me up, Demon King."
Valian's face was very beautiful, with pale white skin and pure white hair. Her eyes wore dark red contact lenses.
A fairly sharp nose with thin lips colored black. Such a stark contrast to her pale skin.
Vincent's face was so close, so he could see and describe his sister's entire face. Unconsciously, he was mesmerized by his sister's beauty. Literally.
Valian bit Vincent's neck unexpectedly, and the bite was enough to draw blood from her quite long and sharp fangs.
"Aw! Sis Valian!" Vincent screamed but Valian didn't let go and instead hooked her legs on Vincent's hips so he couldn't escape as she enjoyed the blood dripping from her bite.
"Valian the vampire," Vani watched from the bed in still same pose, peeking through her fingers.
"Sis Valian!!!"
***
"Ah…" Feeling the bite wound on his shoulder near the neck, Vincent could only sigh once again instead of cursing.
After savoring Vincent's blood, Valian released his body and walked downstairs wearing nothing but a plain black tank top covering only her chest and stomach—no underwear at all.
Vincent couldn't complain or get angry because he sensed a hint of fear from his stepsister. Still, he tried to remain calm.
He then continued his task of calling the last stepsister.
"Hopefully this time a normal human…" Vincent's face went pale after feeling his blood sucked like that by his new family. On his back was still Vani, making him even weaker.
"Sis Vivi is very kind and mature. Don't worry, Dad."
Vincent nodded faintly. "I'm not dad. I'm Vincent, didn't I introduce myself last night?"
Vani shook her head on Vincent's shoulder. "Vincent is a daddy to Vani."
Sighing yet again, Vincent ignored it and started knocking on the plain white wooden door with the nameplate Vivian.
"Sis Vivian, breakfast is ready."
With a weak voice, Vincent called the last occupant's name at the far end of the corridor.
Footsteps sounded, then the door opened.
A beautiful adult woman appeared, with wolf-cut brown hair, wearing a white shirt half-buttoned with an inner layer! Finally, a normal girl!
Her innerwear was gray sportswear. At least that didn't make Vincent worry about his mentality. Even though she wasn't wearing pants, it was still a relief compared to the others—the outfit his eldest stepsister wore wasn't as bad as the rest of the family's.
She was about a hand's span taller than Vincent. Her aura was mature, even more mature than their stepmother.
"Ah yes, thanks for calling me, Vincent."
"You're welcome."
"Vani, don't trouble your new stepbrother."
"Eh, Dad is a good person. He likes Vani."
Taking Vani off Vincent's back, Vivian walked downstairs carrying Vani like a restless bunny.
"Dad!"
"Little Vincent will eat with us, stop resisting!"
Vani surrendered her body on Vivian's mature-looking shoulder.
Vincent even bowed to Vivian who went downstairs because finally there was a mature and normal girl!
When they reached the living room, everyone was already seated.
Vivian sat down with a strange expression on her face.
"Why do you make that face, Sis?" Vittoria asked, noticing Vivian's odd expression.
Vivian opened her mouth halfway and drooled unconsciously down the side of her white shirt, her eyes narrowed in a lewd gaze.
She then realized her expression and hurriedly changed it as Vincent joined and sat at the dining table.
"Ahem ahem. What do you mean, Vittoria? I'm fine. Ehehe~"
Vivian kept staring at Vincent whenever he looked away. That weird expression never left her face.
"Ara~ everyone's here. Then let's start breakfast."
"It looks delicious. This must not be Mom's cooking." Vittoria, wearing an oversized T-shirt and hot pants, said as she took a bite of the warm, melting omelet with a piece of toasted bread.
"Mom can't cook," Valian added, eating a rolled omelet with plenty of sauce.
"Ara~ Mom is still learning," Violet explained, feeding Vina a spoonful of Caesar salad.
Vina chewed her food with a tiny smile, clearly enjoying it.
Meanwhile, Vivian hadn't touched her food at all, instead fixated on watching Vincent eat with that… strange face.
Vincent glanced at her briefly, thinking it was just his imagination. He didn't want to ruin the image of that one mature and normal girl!
But being stared at like that without a word made him very uncomfortable.
Whenever Vincent looked at Vivian, she would immediately put on a mature and reliable face.
The moment he looked away, Vivian returned to her ahegao-like face. Half-open mouth with drool trickling down one thin lip unnoticed, and lewdly squinted eyes.
"Eat." Valian shoved a piece of rolled omelet into her older sister's open mouth.
"Hnngh!"
Everyone was shocked by the moan that escaped Vivian's lips, stopping all hands busy eating, including Vincent's.
He regretted bowing in gratitude earlier assuming that at least there was one normal girl in his new family.
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