Novel Full Chapter 1030: Teasing the Endowered Stepdaughter
Chapter 1030: Teasing the Endowered Stepdaughter
On the way we had to pick up Isabella from the Celestial Grand Hotel, and she didn’t come alone.
Isabella climbed in first. Skirt still criminally short, heels still sky-high, that unmistakable post-Peter glow clinging to her skin like she’d been thoroughly wrecked and wanted the whole world to know it that she was a Goddess now thanks to my Seed.
Maya stood at the van’s entrance, eyes sweeping the interior, and I could see the hesitation building behind her glasses — the quiet girl’s instinct to shrink, to find a corner, to make herself small.
Maya beamed and the feeling of being lost vanished like it had never existed. She moved toward Genevieve with the relieved energy of someone who had just spotted a familiar face in a foreign country, and the hesitation was gone before she made it three steps down the aisle.
Emma and Sarah looked at each other. Emma shrugged. We used to play with Maya when we were young, which meant my two sisters knew her well enough, but they’d never been real friends — just a few greetings and surface-level small talk. Nothing deeper.
Eziel made space between herself and Genevieve, patting the seat, and Maya settled into the sandwich of two older women who immediately took ownership of her like she was a puppy they’d just adopted.
Maya blushed crimson and gently pushed Eziel’s hand away as it drifted toward her chest with casual curiosity. The two older women burst out laughing — full, warm, zero malice — and started playing with Maya’s hair, tucking strands behind her ears, fussing over her like aunts who had just met their favorite niece.
Genevieve’s eyes narrowed. "Are you also after Maya’s secret?"
Isabella had never seen her daughter receive this much attention from my women this quickly and the expression on her face of pride mixing with protectiveness mixing with the dawning realization that Maya was being absorbed into the harem’s social structure at a speed she hadn’t anticipated.
Being welcomed by her boyfriend’s other women. The layers would have broken a therapist.
This was going to be good.
"Honey," I cut in, trying to prevent combustion, because Maya had gone from crimson to a shade of red I didn’t think human skin could produce and was approximately three seconds from dissolving into the seat cushion, "you’re making her shy. Maya doesn’t like being the center of attention."
She’d claimed the seat with the most space — the back corner where she could project a bigger screen and have room for her typing interface — and she was deep in whatever biotech research ARIA had her running today, fingers dancing across holographic keys with the focused intensity of a woman who hadn’t fully surfaced from work mode since she started learning with the Eyelens.
"What a protective father you are."
Every single one of them lost it — Madison’s mixing with Margaret’s wheeze from the massage chair, Celeste’s musical cackle rising above it all, Charlotte shaking her head while her shoulders betrayed her completely.
Luna stirred beside her — woken by the eruption, headphones half-off, blinking sleepily — and Maria put a gentle hand on her daughter’s arm, whispering something that made Luna smile softly and close her eyes again.
"I didn’t mean—that wasn’t—I was being literal, he’s literally her step—"
"I will end you, Emma."
Maya was welcomed far better than usual after that. The teasing about her chest had broken the ice so thoroughly it might as well have been dynamite.
By the time she’d been hugged by her mother’s fourth harem sister she’d stopped blushing and started laughing, the quiet girl finally finding her a place she might for once fit forever.