I've always been a bit of a freak, even as a kid.
A scrawny orphan with eyes too sharp for his own good, devouring online novels like they were my last meal.
At twelve, I was already smarter than half the adults in the orphanage, solving complex problems in my head while the other boys chased balls on the playground.
But brains like mine?
They come with a price.
Maturity hit me early, and with it, a raging storm of hormones.
My cock stayed half-hard most days, twitching at the slightest whisper of those steamy scenes from the stories I read—women with curves that could crush a man's resolve, men who claimed them without apology.
However I didn't Masturbate.
Why?
Simply because I wasn't pathetic enough to jerk off watching some other male having it.
Quite prideful isn't it.
Life as an orphan wasn't glamorous either
Kids there hated me, for having all the attentions of the adults.
Not like I paid them any mind.
No family photos, no bedtime stories—just the grind of survival and the occasional pitying glance from volunteers.
I kept my head down, aced every test, and dreamed of escape.
Then, like a plot twist from one of my novels, she appeared.
Elena. My dead mother's best friend, swooping in at my sixteenth birthday like some icy goddess of fortune.
She was thirty-four, CEO of Artifact with a body that screamed 'forbidden fruit.'
White hair cascading like fresh snow over shoulders that strained against tailored blouses, her hips swaying with the confidence of someone who owned boardrooms and bedrooms alike.
Cold?
Yeah, she was a glacier in heels—calculating blue eyes that dissected you before you spoke.
But sexy?
God, the way her lips curved in that perpetual half-smirk, like she knew your dirtiest secret.
She adopted me on a whim, or so I thought.
"Noah," she said in that velvety voice during the paperwork,
"You remind me of her."
Just like that, I was out of the orphanage, whisked away to her penthouse overlooking the city skyline.
Marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, the kind of place where echoes felt like judgments.
And then there was Lia.
Elena's little sister.
Blonde curls framing a face like a porcelain doll, fourteen years old and already turning heads.
She was two years my junior, all bubbly giggles and innocent hugs on the outside, but something in her green eyes flickered with mischief.
"Big bro Noah!' she'd chirp, latching onto my arm a tad too tightly.
Cute as a button, but I sensed the what was beneath that purity, like a kitten with claws hidden.
Living with them was a fever dream.
Elena's presence alone made my pulse race. I'd catch glimpses of her in the mornings—
Robe slipping off one shoulder as she sipped coffee, the swell of her full breasts barely contained, nipples pebbling against the silk from the chill.
My mind went filthy, Imagining pinning her against the kitchen counter, hiking up that robe, burying my face in her cleavage while she gasped my.....
But no.
She was my benefactor, the woman who saved me from the gutter.
I shoved those thoughts down, deep into the pit where my gratitude lived.
Elena, though? She had other plans.
Weeks turned to months, and her subtle games began.
Lingering touches on my shoulder, her perfume—a mix of rose and power—clinging to the air when she leaned close.
"You're tense, Noah," she'd murmur during dinner, her foot brushing mine under the table.
"Let me help." I'd stammer excuses, heat flooding my cheeks and groin.
She saw it all, that predatory glint in her eyes sharpening.
One night, after Lia had gone to bed, she cornered me in the study.
"You think I don't notice how you look at me?" Her voice was ice wrapped in silk.
"Or are you too noble to admit you want this?"
Gaslighting?
It was Masterclass.
She twisted my hesitations into something shameful, convinced me I was denying us both by holding back.
That's how I lost my V-card on her desk.
Then University hit like a whirlwind.
I aced classes, but my real education was in the women orbiting me.
Kotori—my girlfriend, a vision with flowing grey hair that shimmered like moonlight on water.
She was in my class, all sharp wit and subtle perfection of a Russian beauty.
Bringing her home?
That was another disaster.
Kotori charmed Elena with her poise, bantered with Lia like old friends.
But Lia... oh, jealousy brewed under that 18 year old innocent facade.
I'd find her watching me with Kotori, those green eyes narrowed.
Then, one afternoon while Elena was at work and Kotori out shopping, Lia pounced.
"You're ignoring me, big bro," she pouted, pushing me onto the couch, her high school skirt riding up to reveal lacy panties....
Turns out, Kotori had egged her on.
"Share him," she'd whispered to Lia later, winking.
I stood there, speechless, surrounded by these vixens who'd woven me into their web.
Crazy?
Absolutely.
But I still loved them—their fire, their bodies, the way they made me feel alive.
Elena's commanding thrusts in the dead of night, Kotori's playful nibbles during lazy mornings, Lia's sneaky quickies in the laundry room.
No one else compared; other girls faded into blandness beside their allure.
Not like they could entertain me in the first place.
But Then tragedy entered the lobby.
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I stirred slowly from the depths of sleep
A faint tingling sensation brushing against my cheek.
My eyelids felt heavy, reluctant to part from the comforting haze of unconsciousness.
As awareness crept in, I gradually opened my eyes, blinking against the soft glow of the desk lamp in my office.
There she was, perched atop me in my high-backed chair, her golden hair cascading down like a shimmering curtain, framing her face and tickling my skin.
Her green eyes gazed at me with that familiar warmth, a loving intensity that always made my pulse quicken just a little.
She was so close, her weight a welcome pressure on my lap, her scent—something floral and sweet—enveloping me.
"Lia?" I murmured, my voice rough from sleep.
"What are you doing here in my office? Shouldn't you be at your classes?"
She tilted her head, a playful smile curving her lips.
"Were you really sleeping that soundly, Noah? It's evening already. The sun's dipping low now."
I shifted slightly beneath her, feeling the curve of her body against mine.
Without thinking, I leaned forward and buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.
Her skin was warm, soft, carrying that intoxicating mix of her perfume and something uniquely her. It grounded me, pulling me fully into the moment.
Lia let out a soft chuckle, her fingers threading gently through my black hair.
"Mmm, careful there. Shouldn't you be paying more attention to your Kotori? She's probably waiting for you at home, craving all that doting, with your child in her."
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, a teasing glint in my blue ones.
"Are you jealous?"
Her expression softened, but there was a flicker of something vulnerable beneath it.
"Maybe I am. Until I get my own child, at least. You promised me, remember? A lot of kids. Our own little family."
I raised an eyebrow,
"I don't remember saying that."
Lia narrowed her eyes, though her smile didn't fade.
"Oh, I wonder about that, Noah."
With a graceful motion, she slid off my lap and stood up, stretching her arms over her head slowly.
Her dress rode up just a bit, revealing the cute dip of her belly button, a small, inviting detail that drew my gaze for a lingering second.
She caught me looking and smirked, but didn't comment.
"Anyway," she said, smoothing her dress back down,
"you should head home. Elena called earlier—said it's important. She wants you at the penthouse. I'll handle the upcoming meeting here, so don't worry about it."
I nodded, rising from the chair with a stretch of my own.
Leaning in, I captured her lips in a soft kiss, tasting the faint sweetness of her lip gloss.
It was brief, but it lingered in my mind as I grabbed my keys and headed out.
"See you later," I whispered against her mouth before pulling away.
The skyscraper's elevator hummed smoothly as it carried me down to the parking garage.
I slid into my car, the engine purring to life with a familiar rumble.
As I navigated the evening traffic, my thoughts drifted to Elena's call.
'What could be so urgent?'
She was always buried in her work at the company, especially lately.
I'd seen her in her study room just yesterday, poring over those unique artifacts—relics from ancient digs that her legendary company unearthed and authenticated.
One in particular stuck in my mind: a golden tablet-like artifact, etched with strange symbols that seemed to glow faintly under the light.
Why did it feel so familiar?
Like a half-remembered dream tugging at the edges of my consciousness.
I shook my head, brushing the uneasy thought aside.
Probably just fatigue from the long day.
Elena was the expert; if she needed me, it was likely some new discovery she wanted my input on.
The drive to the penthouse wasn't long, but it gave me time to stop at Kotori's favorite bakery.
I picked up a chocolate cake—rich, decadent, the kind she couldn't resist, especially now in her first month of pregnancy.
Her cravings had kicked in early, and I smiled to myself imagining her face lighting up.
Pulling up to the building, I grabbed the cake box and headed inside, the cool evening air nipping at my skin.
The elevator ride up felt eternal, my mind still buzzing with questions about Elena's summons.
As the doors slid open into the penthouse foyer, something hit me immediately—a metallic tang in the air.
Blood.
My heart stuttered.
"Kotori?"
I called out, stepping forward cautiously, the cake box feeling absurdly out of place in my hands.
The living room came into view, and the world tilted.
Elena lay sprawled on the polished floor, her body unnaturally still, a dark pool spreading beneath her.
Shot.
The wound in her chest was precise, fatal.
And there, standing over her, was Kotori— her hand gripping a gun that leaked wisps of gray energy, like smoke from a dying fire.
In her other hand, she held that golden tablet artifact, turning it slowly, her eyes fixed on its surface as if entranced.
"Elena!"
The shout tore from my throat, raw and desperate.
I dropped the cake— it hit the floor with a soft thud, frosting smearing across the tiles—and rushed to Elena's side, kneeling beside her.
Her skin was cold, too cold, the life long gone from her sharp, commanding features.
How?
When?
My hands trembled as I checked for a pulse, knowing it was futile.
A sharp crack echoed through the room—gunfire.
Pain exploded in my chest, hot and searing, blooming outward like fire.
I staggered back, blood soaking through my shirt, staining my fingers as I clutched at the wound. Gasping, I looked up.
Kotori stood there, gun still pointed at me, her expression blank, devoid of the love I'd always seen in her eyes.
From the shadows, a black mist coalesced, swirling unnaturally in the air like ink in water.
A voice emanated from it, low and resonant, almost paternal.
"Dear daughter, you've done well."
"Kotori," I rasped, blood bubbling on my lips as I sank to my knees.
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
She lowered the gun slightly, but her gaze remained steady, emotionless.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Noah."
I coughed, the metallic taste flooding my mouth, each breath a labored rasp.
"For my... good?"
Kotori's voice was calm, almost gentle.
"None of this would have happened if you'd just accepted 'It.' If you'd remembered."
"What?" Confusion warred with the agony ripping through me.
"Accepted what?"
The black mist thickened, tendrils reaching toward her.
"Of course he doesn't remember," it said, the words slithering into my ears.
"Lady Unome tampered with his mind. He isn't what he used to be anymore. Not the man we knew."
Kotori glanced at the mist, then back at me, her face a mask of detachment that chilled me more than the blood loss.
"Finish it," the mist commanded.
"Kill him and activate the golden tablet on his body. Also don't forget to time-freeze the child inside you—the drawback can't touch my future grandchild. I won't allow it to suffer even a little."
Kotori nodded faintly. She began to hum—a melody I'd never heard, ancient and beautiful, her voice weaving through the air like a spell.
The notes hung, ethereal, before she raised the gun once more, aiming squarely at my chest.
The shot rang out, deafening in the confined space.
And then, darkness swallowed everything. My vision faded to blank oblivion.
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[Oh, Dear~ That's quite the sorry slight, isn't it?]