Taboo Stepson System

Chapter 210: I Just Want To Eat; Rachael’s Complicated Feelings

"Hmmm."

"Hmmmm."

"Hmmmm."

Lying with three ladies sprawled all over him, each exceedingly beautiful in their own way and possessing top-tier sexual appeal, it was the kind of scene that was enough to drive the fantasies of countless boys and men to goon under the dark covers of the night. Miles stared at the opulent ceiling with a lost look, as if his soul had left his body.

"Argh!"

Suddenly, he let out a slight gasp as a sharp pain pierced his dick—the consequence of his extreme cum shot an hour ago.

’Man,’ Miles thought, exhaling as he stared at the ceiling, his arms wrapped beneath both mother and daughter. Their nipples and the fullness of their breasts pressed against him as they slept soundly, like babies after sucking their mother’s lips to satisfaction.

Yet there was another person, practically breathing on his shrunken, coiled dick in a cute way. Sprawled between his legs, Aaliyah’s head rested on his abdomen, soundly asleep like the other two.

Imagining a scene where he would have more than 20 women and girls alike sprawled next to him, he smirked and began to rub their waists to offer them some warmth.

Three minutes later, he secretly withdrew his hands and sneakily stepped off the bed without waking them up. Walking nude towards the dressing room, he searched and found one of Rachael’s dad’s robes, draping it over himself.

"Well, since I’m helping you take care of your wife and daughter as their dad, I might as well keep this warm and make myself at home."

Imagining a scene where Carolina’s husband would come home and catch him fucking his wife and daughter, he grinned.

’I’ll make you watch while they scream and call me daddy.’

Although the gay millionaire hadn’t done anything to him to trigger such a cuckold fantasy, Miles still wished it would happen.

After some minutes of navigating through the grand mansion, he finally found the kitchen. It was a wide-open, luxurious space twice the size of his room, with kitchen utensils arranged neatly in sight. Seeing so many cabinets all over the place, he sucked in a cold breath and shook his head.

"What the fuck? They should place a label on each of them, for fuck’s sake. I’m only looking for something quick to eat and a bottle of water."

Scanning the kitchen for a fridge, he didn’t find one anywhere against the sparkling surfaces. Resigning himself to his fate with a sigh, he walked towards the first cabinet by his side. Reaching his hands up towards it, he opened it.

Instead of food, rows of crystal wine glasses caught his eyes. Ranging from champagne flutes and whiskey tumblers to red wine goblets and martini glasses—as long as you could name it, it was there, each one spotless and arranged by size.

"Seriously?"

Closing it, he opened the next cabinet and was left speechless. White porcelain plates with gold-trimmed edges sat in perfect stacks beside matching bowls, saucers, serving platters, and teacups that looked too expensive to actually use. Miles lost interest and closed it.

"Are the wealthy actually sick in the head? It’s just you, your wife, and your daughter. If you want to host parties, are rentals that bad? Like—"

Miles stopped his speech upon opening the third cabinet. It was stocked to the brim with polished silverware organized inside velvet-lined trays. Forks, knives, dessert spoons, seafood picks, steak knives, serving tongs, ladles...

The fourth contained imported cookware.

Choosing to give up, he shook his head and was about to leave, but stopped in his tracks, intending to check the lower cabinets as a last hope.

Squatting, he was about to open the cabinets when he noticed the lower side of the kitchen counter had some knobs integrated into its seamless surface. Curiously, he did a frog jump toward it and slowly pulled the knob.

Click!

A crisp click sounded, and the seamless surface revealed a thin, straight line.

"Fuck! Which bastard designed this?"

With just a slight pull, a mouthwatering aroma filled the room, causing him to take a deep breath with a wide smile on his face.

"Damn, such an irresistible scent."

Pulling the knob with a jolt, a small thermal compartment—similar to a microwave but designed to keep things hot long-term—appeared in view. But before his nerdy side could take over, his eyes instinctively zoomed in on the dish inside as a hot wave of rich, savory aroma slammed into his face. With an expression similar to a woman whose G-spot had just been hit, Miles involuntarily closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, almost losing his balance.

"By the gods..." Miles muttered breathlessly as he opened his eyes again, locking his gaze onto the golden layer of melted cheese glistening under the light, neatly covering layers of pasta, sauce, and seasoned filling beneath.

The sight made his mouth water, just like seeing the bodies of Hannah and the rest did to his cock. Of course, there was no way Hannah had made this; Miles didn’t even give it a second thought.

He wanted to grab the pan right away but paused halfway. Cursing, he managed to find a pair of oven mitts hanging above the stove. Hurriedly moving to grab them, he put them on and brought out the steamy, hot lasagna. Placing it on the kitchen counter, he quickly checked the second and third cabinets for a plate, knife, and fork.

Splitting a quarter of the yummy delicacy, he placed it on the prepared dish and returned the pan to the compartment.

"Doesn’t matter if I’m a guest or not. I’ll just tell her I served myself."

While he was incredibly impatient to dive into the lasagna, he glanced around for one last check to find a fridge, feeling the need for chilled water to balance the equation. As luck would have it, he impatiently slapped the kitchen counter, producing a clicking sound. A hissing sound instantly drew Miles’ attention to the center of the counter. The seamless surface parted to reveal a lit compartment filled with groceries and fruit. Cool air blew toward his face, making Miles slap his forehead.

Never had he been so stressed trying to find something to eat in a kitchen. His lips consistently twitched in frustration until he managed to mutter, "It’s just a fridge. Why make a fridge so difficult to find, like it’s some kind of hunting show?"

Turning around to see if there were truly any cameras, he picked up a bottle of water and an apple.

"Hmmmm."

Humming from the very first bite, Miles gulped down a glass of water and proceeded to the next bite. Ten minutes later, he belched with satisfaction after emptying the bottle of water and proceeded to clean up.

Having a quick stroll afterward, he toured the mansion, including the pool, before heading back inside.

"Someone finally woke up," he said teasingly to Rachael, who paused, stunned that he was wearing her father’s robe, and hastily tried to avoid his gaze.

Her bad view of Miles had been wiped clean by his cock and how he had treated her. Right now, Rachael felt awkward and didn’t know how to face him while sitting naked on the bed. Sensing this as she gave no response to his words, Miles walked toward her and cupped her chin, tilting her head to look up at him.

"There you go. No use in denying it now. I’m kinda used to this hate-to-love kind of thing, so my advice is to play it cool like before. You don’t want to let your friends know that I fucked you, right?"

The moment he said this, Rachael’s complicated expression flushed, and she instinctively lowered her gaze.

"Hehehe, there you go." Smirking at her beautiful face, he shifted his attention to her sore, erect nipples and activated Blissful Hands, using his thumb to brush against her nipple.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Rachael moaned, her face flushing as she instinctively brought her hands toward her boobs.

"Hehehe. Nice nipples," Miles laughed and commented. "Hold on," he said, walking toward the closet and grabbing one of Hannah’s black robes. "You’ll get a cold."

Shuuuvvvv!

The sound of the bathroom door sliding open echoed, announcing the arrival of Carolina and Aaliyah with towels wrapped around their bodies.

"I bathed her," Aaliyah quickly explained, and he nodded.

Smiling from the moment she saw him, Carolina wrapped one arm around Aaliyah’s shoulder and began to limp forward. Miles grinned at the scene, feeling proud as he noticed Aaliyah’s unsteady steps, which she tried her best to hide.

"Hehehe. Looking good as ever," he commented.