A/N : Oh yeah, starting tomorrow, I won't be posting two chapters a day until next Monday because I want to add some short arcs first for the MC to enter the Marvel universe.
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After they were done fishing—and, unsurprisingly, caught absolutely nothing—Lenny jumped down from the boat and stretched his back.
"Oh yeah, Allen," Lenny said casually. "By the way, are you inviting the guys? You know… our five old friends back from the neighborhood?"
"Yeah, I invited them," Allen replied as he stepped off the boat too. "Well, not all of them. I'm excluding Marcus from this one."
Lenny froze mid-step. "What…? Why not Marcus? Come on, man, he's fun."
Allen shot him a look. "Really? You seriously don't know why? I don't want my wedding turning into a disaster like yours did."
"Hey—!" Lenny protested, then laughed. "For the record, I didn't invite Marcus either. He just showed up on his own, alright?"
Allen smirked. "Yeah, that sounds like Marcus."
Lenny shook his head, still laughing as memories came back. "The guy showed up drunk, hijacked the microphone, and somehow set off fireworks indoors. I still don't know how he pulled that off."
"Well, in that case," Allen said with a grin, "I guess there's no point inviting him anyway. I'm pretty sure he'll just show up on his own too."
Lenny laughed louder. "Oh, he definitely will."
"Yeah," Allen added, chuckling. "Some people don't need invitations. They're like natural disasters—you just know they're coming."
Both of them laughed as they walked away from the dock, already half-expecting chaos… and somehow being okay with it.
When they finally arrived back at the mansion, after putting away the fishing gear, they stepped into the living room—and immediately saw Greg and Keithie glued to the PlayStation 3.
The sound of gunfire, explosions, and aggressive button-mashing filled the room.
Lenny stopped in his tracks and slowly shook his head, already tired. "Sorry, Allen. They've completely decided this place is their home now."
Allen just shrugged. "Eh, they're just kids. What am I supposed to do—smack their butts with a ruler like our grandma used to?"
As he said that, he casually walked over to the fridge, grabbed a cold cola, popped it open, and dropped onto the sofa, watching the kids play like it was background TV.
"Yeah, unfortunately if we do that now," Lenny replied dryly, "we'd probably end up in prison for child abuse."
He then turned toward his sons. "Boys… how about you stop for a bit and play something else?"
Greg didn't even look away from the screen. "Something else?"
"Yeah," Keithie added. "Like what kind of game?"
Lenny sighed and grabbed an old board game from a nearby shelf, holding it up proudly. "Like this, for example. Ever heard of a game called Snakes and Ladders? This game is awesome. I used to play it all the time when I was a kid."
Then he pointed straight at Greg's foot, which was resting on the sofa. "And Greg—take your foot off the couch. This isn't your house, it's your uncle's. Don't be rude."
Greg rolled his eyes but lowered his foot anyway.
Keithie tilted his head, genuinely curious. "Yeah, but what happens if we win? Do we get underwear or something?"
Allen nearly spit out his drink. "—What?!" He was certainly shocked to hear the words of this 10-year-old boy, who was rude to his parents.
Lenny stared at his son. "Why would you get underwear?!"
Greg looked at Allen, then at Lenny. "Dad? Stop lying. Even Uncle Allen doesn't look interested in that board game and is watching us play instead. And that Snakes and Ladders game sounds really boring."
"But I'm telling you, it's actually fun," Lenny insisted, clearly trying hard now. He turned to Allen for backup. "Right, Allen? Tell them. It's fun, right?"
Allen leaned back into the sofa, cola in hand, glancing between the dusty board game and the glowing PS3 screen.
"Well… yeah. It is fun," he said casually. "Especially when your dad and I used to play it during winter. We'd go down to the basement, play this game for hours, drinking hot chocolate while it snowed outside."
He nodded slowly, selling it hard. "Man… those were the days. It was seriously awesome."
Greg squinted at him, clearly unconvinced. "Nah. I don't believe you."
Keithie, on the other hand, suddenly looked very interested—but for an entirely different reason. "Wait… hot chocolate?" He turned to Allen. "Uncle, can I have hot chocolate right now?"
Allen blinked. "Huh? Sure, but you've got Rita. She's your family's house assistant. Go ask her. Don't ask me to make it."
"Oh. Yeah. Right." Keithie straightened up and yelled at the top of his lungs, "HEY RITAAAAAA!"
Greg immediately snapped his head toward him. "Dude, don't yell, idiot. Did you forget how huge this place is? Just call her on the phone."
Keithie frowned. "Oh… sorry."
Greg shook his head and muttered, "Sorry, Uncle Allen. Keithie's kind of an idiot."
Keithie's eyes widened. "HEY! Who are you calling an idiot, fuck face?!"
"Oh wow, real mature," Greg shot back. "At least I know how to use a phone!"
"SHUT UP!"
"MAKE ME!"
Within seconds, the two boys were arguing loudly, throwing insults at each other like it was a competitive sport.
Lenny pinched the bridge of his nose, already exhausted. "Okay—okay—both of you, stop it. Right now."
The two boys immediately went quiet when Lenny told them to stop fighting. They stood there stiff and sulking, like someone had just hit the mute button on them.
Lenny let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing his face with both hands like he was physically trying to wipe the stress away.
Allen took another sip of his cola, watching the whole thing with a relaxed, almost amused smile. "Hey, take it easy, man," he said calmly. "Kids are loud. That's kind of their whole thing."
Lenny glanced at him, eyes half-dead. "…You say that because they're not your kids."
Allen smirked. "Exactly."
That seemed to be the final straw for Lenny's remaining energy. He gave up on lecturing entirely and waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever. Just… go play something else. Quietly. Please."
The boys didn't need to be told twice. They grabbed their controllers and hurried off, clearly not interested in testing how close their dad was to snapping.
With the living room finally peaceful again, Lenny dropped down onto the floor beside the low table. He picked up the Snakes and Ladders board, stared at it for a second, then sighed.
"You know what? Fine," he muttered. "I'll play this stupid game." He glanced up at Allen. "You wanna join?"
Allen raised an eyebrow, set his cola down on the table, and sat beside him. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"
Lenny opened the box, shaking his head as he laid the board out. "Man… sometimes I really miss the old days. When life was just dumb games, no responsibilities, and no one yelling 'Dad!' every five minutes."
Allen chuckled softly. "Yeah. Can't argue with that."
They started rolling the dice, moving tiny plastic pieces across the board like it was a championship match. Every ladder felt like a victory. Every snake was treated like a personal betrayal.
Before they realized it, they were trash-talking, arguing over rules that probably didn't even exist, and laughing way louder than necessary.
Two grown men.
A children's board game.
And somehow… it felt perfect.
As the day slowly drifted toward evening, Lenny's family finally got ready to leave Allen's place, once Roxanne had finished taking care of everything she needed to do.
They didn't stay the night—there was no real reason to. Their house was only a few miles away, close enough that staying over would've just felt unnecessary rather than convenient.
Goodbyes were quick and casual. No long, emotional speeches—just handshakes, light hugs, and the usual "we'll do this again sometime" that everyone knew was half a promise and half a lie.
The car pulled away from the mansion as the sun dipped lower in the sky, leaving the place unusually quiet again.
Allen stood there for a moment, hands in his pockets, watching the taillights disappear down the road. The chaos, the noise, the kids arguing, Lenny complaining—it was all gone just like that.
And somehow… the silence didn't feel empty. It felt earned.
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That night, as usual, Allen wanted to invite Raviel for their nightly exercise again.
"Allen, please give me mercy, this isn't because I'm rejecting you, okay darling, but because I don't want to be in a wheelchair for our request day later," said Raviel, who was clearly lying, and actually she could easily heal her body, but the main reason was that she felt almost crazy and dying from pleasure if Allen used her body every night.
This of course made Allen stop and finally nod, although a bit disappointed.
However, when she saw Allen who looked disappointed, this of course made her want to throw her body and let herself be killed by Allen's cock.
"Allen, how about I replace Raviel's duty for tonight," said Tiamat.
This of course made them look towards Tiamat, and it seemed they had forgotten Tiamat's presence all this time.
"Are you sure, Tia?" asked Allen, who was of course a bit excited.
Tiamat of course nodded, "yes, but can you do it gently because this is my first experience," she said, even though actually she was a bit excited and wanted to serve Allen in bed.
"Tia, thank you," said Raviel who saw that and was of course a bit relieved, "okay darling, you can use Tiamat's body as you like, oh btw I want to watch you both too, okay," but she was also a bit excited and wanted to watch them having sex.
Allen of course nodded and carried Raviel and placed her on the bed, then he looked at Tiamat.
"Come to me, Tia." Allen said, gazing at Tia, which naturally made him swallow hard because Tia was truly beautiful and just as enticing as Raviel.
Especially with her silver-blue hair, purple eyes, D+ cup breasts, seductive ass, slender body standing at 5'8" (175 cm), and a face described as primordially beautiful like an ancient ocean.
This made Allen unable to hold back any longer; he wanted to devour her right then and there. Tiamat approached Allen without hesitation, allowing him to embrace her slender frame.
He kissed her red lips passionately, hungrily, as if parched for her taste. Tiamat didn't stay idle either; she began groping his body, unbuttoning his clothes, and running her hands over his firm muscles.
Tia had been eagerly awaiting this moment. Because in the dream gifted by Raviel, showing an alternate future since her birth into the world, she would be truly loved wholeheartedly by Allen and never forgotten by him.
And now, Allen began stripping Tia's clothes off, then he started kissing every inch of her stunning body—from her neck, down to her breasts, sucking on both of her reddened nipples like ripe cherries.
Then to her stomach, licking around her navel. And to her crotch area, where Allen sucked on her clit with his mouth while using his fingers to pinch her labia.
"Ahhhhh.... ughhhh..." This naturally made Tiamat moan, soaking her pussy.
"Don't stop, keep going there, Allen," Tiamat said, standing with trembling legs and closed eyes.
Allen's heart raced as he pulled Tia closer, his eyes locked on her mesmerizing form. Her silver-blue hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, framing those piercing purple eyes that seemed to hold the depths of forgotten seas. At 5'8", her slender body was a perfect canvas of elegance and allure, her D+ cup breasts heaving with each breath, nipples already hardening in anticipation under his gaze. Her ass curved invitingly, promising softness and grip, while her primordially beautiful face—ethereal, ancient, like the birth of waves—drew him in like a siren's call.
He couldn't resist. His hands trembled slightly as he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her clothes.
Tia's approach was bold, her body pressing against his without a shred of doubt. She melted into his embrace, her lips parting as he claimed them in a deep, fervent kiss. Their tongues danced wildly, exploring each other's mouths with a thirst that had built over time. Allen's hands roamed down her back, squeezing her firm ass cheeks, pulling her hips flush against his growing erection straining in his pants.
Tia responded with equal fire, her fingers deftly working the buttons of his shirt, peeling it open to reveal the chiseled lines of his chest and abs.
She traced the ridges of his muscles with her nails, sending shivers through him, then dipped lower to unbuckle his belt, her touch teasing the bulge beneath.
This was the moment she'd dreamed of—not just any dream, but the vivid vision Raviel had shared, painting a future where Allen's love enveloped her completely, from her very inception in this world. No abandonment, no shadows of doubt; just pure, unwavering devotion that made her core ache with need.
Emboldened, Allen's hands slid up to the hem of Tia's top, lifting it slowly over her head. Her breasts bounced free, full and inviting, the D+ cups swaying gently as he discarded the garment.
He leaned in, his lips brushing her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there, eliciting soft gasps from her. Downward he went, trailing hot kisses along her collarbone, then capturing one nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin.
Tia arched her back, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth as he switched to the other, lavishing it with the same attention, his teeth grazing just enough to spark jolts of pleasure-pain.
His mouth continued its descent, kissing the smooth plane of her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, swirling around it in slow, deliberate circles.
Tia's hands tangled in his hair, guiding him lower, her breath coming in ragged pants. Allen hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants, sliding them down her long legs along with her panties, exposing her completely. She stepped out of them gracefully, her slender thighs parting slightly as he knelt before her.
The sight of her pussy—already glistening with arousal—made his cock throb painfully against his confines. He leaned forward, inhaling her musky scent, then pressed his mouth to her clit, sucking it gently at first, then with more urgency.
His lips sealed around the swollen nub, tongue lashing against it in firm strokes. Meanwhile, his fingers parted her labia, pinching the soft folds lightly, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger to heighten her sensitivity. Tia's juices coated his chin as he delved deeper, one finger slipping inside her tight heat, curling to stroke her inner walls.
"Ahhhhh.... ughhhh..." Her moans filled the air, her pussy clenching around his digit, flooding with wetness that dripped down his hand. Her legs quivered, knees threatening to buckle under the onslaught of sensation.
"Ahhh..... ahhhhh yesss. Don't stop, keep going there, Allen," Tiamat said, standing with trembling legs and closed eyes.