Stepping out of the room, Luke found his father sweeping the floor.
Gustav looked up and broke into a bright smile.
"Son. You're finally up."
Luke chuckled. "No one bothered to wake me today?"
Usually it was his mother who came in gently, or—more often—his sister, whose version of "waking" someone involved a lot more violence.
Gustav laughed softly and shook his head.
"We figured you'd be dead tired after yesterday. Come sit. Your mother's about to put breakfast on the table."
Luke grinned. "I'll go see her first."
Gustav gave an amused hum, still smiling.
"Still a mama's boy, huh? Go ahead then."
Luke didn't need convincing. He was already aching to lay eyes on his bombshell mother first thing in the morning.
Last night he'd nearly ripped her dress off and fucked her right there on that bed.
The way she tasted, the soft, helpless moans she let out, the innocent way she surrendered her body—it had every raging hormone in him screaming. His cock had throbbed, his primal instincts roaring to pin her down and fuck that perfect pussy until she couldn't walk straight.
But he'd held back. He didn't want to scare her off.
Slowly… patiently… he'd get inside her cunt one day.
Once he crossed the small living room—which doubled as their dining area right after the entrance—he stepped into the kitchen… and froze.
Right across from the doorway, a pair of huge, plump buns strained tightly against the thin fabric of her dress.
Luke moved closer, his hand drifting out, almost brushing the tempting curve. Then he stopped. This ass… he knew it.
"What are you doing, Laila?"
The brunette shot upright and spun around to face him. "Look at you, finally dragging yourself out of bed after everyone else left for work. Just a few coins and you already think you're hot shit?"
Luke narrowed his eyes. "Funny. I'm pretty sure those same few coins are all it would take to get your lazy ass out of this house for good."
Laila flinched hard. His words struck exactly where it hurt most.
He took a deliberate step forward, pinning her back against the counter as he continued, "I remember Caleb coming back empty-handed from the pond again yesterday—weather was shit, sure, but that's his only excuse. He can't do anything else. And you? You're just as fucking useless. So tell me, what exactly are you planning to do about the rotation fees? You've got six days."
Luke knew full well that if anyone in this house was as useless as his old self used to be, it was Caleb. The man wasn't spoiled like Luke had been by his mother—he was simply bone-lazy.
"What are you trying to say? This isn't your damn business—" Laila's eyes widened as she shoved at his chest, but unlike in the past he didn't budge an inch.
Instead, Luke planted his hands on the counter on either side of her, caging her completely between his arms.
He leaned in, locking eyes with her, a slow smirk curling his lips. "I've got a way to help you out. I made a decent haul yesterday—twenty more toras is pocket change to me now."
A faint glimmer flickered in Laila's eyes, but she quickly narrowed them again. "You're just trying to humiliate me, aren't you? Some petty revenge bullshit."
Luke let out a low chuckle. "Call it whatever you want. But if you need those toras, wait for me behind the house tonight after everyone's asleep."
He leaned even closer until their breaths mingled, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "This is your only shot, sis. Don't fuck it up~"
Leaving those words behind, Luke made his way out of the kitchen, only to meet his mother on the way,
"Oh, Luke. You are here. Come, let's eat breakfast."
Luke smiled and shook his head, "I had quite a big meal yesterday, so I won't have breakfast. Just pack me some lunch. I will eat during work."
Monica blinked in surprise, "You are going out again? But son, haven't you earned enough to spend a few days at home?"
Gustav clicked his tongue from the side and said, "He is young and energetic, Monica. Don't try to restrain his wings now."
Monica, being pursuaded by the man turned silent.
As he said, it didn't appeared that Luke was forcing himself to go out or anything. He genuinely appeared eager.
Gustav, meanwhile, inched closer to Luke and said, "Do tell me if you want me or...your mother to do something for you."
Luke nearly laughed at the greedy bastard's words. He clearly was hungry for more coins.
Luke rested his hand on Gustav's shoulder and while looking at the beauty beside him he said, "Don't worry, I will need her assistance in bed quite often starting today."
Gustav grinned while Monica felt a strange sensation seeping into her chest.
Leaving those words behind, Luke headed towards his room and changed his clothes. As he did so, he asked the system, 'Is there clothes in the Shop?'
[Yes, host.]
[Shop>Supplies]
Luke hummed and opened the supplies tab.
[Clothes]
[Food]
[Sex]
[Misc.]
Luke blinked in surprise. The first tab he opened was,
[>Sex:
{Lubricant tube: 10G}
{Dildo(six inches): 20G}
{Stimulating oil: 15G}
The list was long and that only made Luke chuckle, 'Perfect...there are contraceptive as well.' While he was eager to fuck a few women around him, he was not planning kids at the moment. Especially because how big of a deal they make out of reproduction.
He checked the list briefly before going to the clothes section.
Thankfully, the clothes there suited this world.
He picked a normal black vest and loose grey breeches, perfect for fluid movement.
The set of clothes cost him 10G which was quite reasonable.
He decided to wear the new clothes instead the old ones. They were torn from several corners anyways.
Once done, he decided to head out.
He needs to know more about the world and himself.