Chapter 8: Home alone with *Kim*
We stole a glance at each other but didn’t say a word.
Kim unlocked the door and entered first, while I followed right behind her.
The house was dark and empty.
"Seems like we are the first ones back." Kim said tiredly as she switched on the lights, took of her shoes and immediately went to the kitchen.
I also took mine off and collapsed on the couch, and switched on the tv.
While the screen flashed in the background, I got distracted for a moment, sending a quick message to Sophia. << Hey it’s Kenji.. >>
After waiting a minute without any response, I kept my phone and decided to focus on the television, but my stepmom stood in front it.
With her arms crossed, and a foot that tapped the wooden floor rhythmically.
"We need to talk." She said firmly.
I didn’t say anything, so far I’d been trying to avoid Kim so we didn’t get to have that awkward conversation.
"I’ve decided to forgive you for what you’ve been doing lately, only on one condition: I don’t want to ever hear you say that thing you said earlier to anyone. It’s all lies."
"All lies? You mean the one that Mei isn’t my dad’s daughter?"
"Y-yes... I wonder how you could even come up with such nonsense." She nonchalantly threw her raven hair back.
"And you’re lucky I didn’t tell you’re dad about the insanity that has been going on with you." She added with a stern expression.
I took a moment glaring at her body, from her feet to her face before standing.
Her pencil skirt was wrinkled, her blouse was slightly disheveled with the top buttons undone.
I could see her cleavage almost down to her nipples.
I could perfectly see my dad’s effort into making her his perfect wife. She was really a sexy woman, with the smoothest skin on paper.
"I suppose you’re right.. spreading a lie like that would cause harm, but what if my dad goes for a DNA test and it turns out to be true?" I said, now standing directly in front of her.
"Which I’m very sure it’s true. It’s gonna turn out pretty bad for you, given the fact that you’re nothing without him."
She flinched at my statement. A little worry began to show behind her calm stern demeanor.
"But like I said, I have no intention of causing any trouble, Kim. Even though I deserve the right to be problematic to you." I smirked as I stared down at her cleavage.
Those soft breasts were just begging me to suck.
The system chimed as she stood quietly, nervous and anticipating.
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[Lewd Points Gained: +1500 (Home Alone + Anticipation Tension)]
[Kim’s Submission: 59%]
[Arousal: 70% (Spiking over the fear of being at your mercy)]
[Trauma Reversal Active: Her cruelty is almost entirely converted to needy shameful lust]
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"But you know what I want, don’t you?" I said.
"W-what do you m-mean? K-Kenji." She stuttered.
I suddenly grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. The buttons went flying everywhere, revealing her pink bra.
"Why, are you still doing this?" She cried, raising her hands to cover herself.
But was shocked when I hugged her, softly grazing her hair, as she fell into my warm embrace — arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Her head pressed against my chest, warm and gentle.
"You’re overreacting, Kim. Relax, I’m the least person you should be scared of. I only want you to give me something that I’ve been dreaming of all this while.." My voice went soft and soothing — she managed to calm down for the moment.
"But I won’t stop until you give me something."
But just before she could respond. I kissed her. She tried to pull away but I held her firmly yet gentle.
I moved her around and fell against the couch, adding my weight over her made her instantly stop trying, even allowing our tongues to meet.
Her defiance weakened, as my tongue made it’s way deep inside her mouth. Kissing her hard and possessively, she began losing herself in the feeling until I pulled away, leaving her wet tongue yearning for more.
"I promise to leave you alone, as long as you give me what I want."
Seeing the look on my face — a strange mix of confidence and lust — Kim quickly looked away, her face flushed with shame and anxiety.
"I-I won’t sleep with you Kenji." She said, voice trembling.
"Then you shouldn’t, but you still have a lot to give. I hope you don’t expect me to keep your secrets for free, do you?"
Kim hesitated. Knowing there was no other way out. "I won’t cross that line, kenji. Please I beg you."
A little smirk crept up my throat, seeing the irony that played before me, seeing Kim just were I want her to be, at my mercy.
"We shouldn’t waste anymore time Kim,"
"Then what do you want?"
I lowered my waist and pressed my bulge against her belly.
"Okayy.. please wait-WAIT!" She said, voice broken and frustrated.
"If you don’t want to have sex, you just have to find other ways to please me," I said with a dark grin, before standing up from her.
I picked her hand up and placed on my hardened bulge, rubbing it against my slacks.
Her mind instantly circled back to what happened earlier today during breakfast.
Seeing how big my cock was. For a split second made her imagine how it would feel inside her, but quickly threw the thought aside.
"What other ways?"
"You’re the best at what you do, Kim. Do anything but do it quick before anyone comes."
"Kenji!" She said slowly, trying to steady her voice. "This isn’t you."
"Maybe this is just the version of me you have no control over." I answered.
Silence fell between us, heavy and awkward.
Kim once again, reconsidering her options, seeing she had no leverage that would ensure her safety and not mine, made her facial features shrug with a tight smile.
’If i could find a way to keep him quiet without having to fuck him, would’ve been the best card to play.’ She said inwardly.
After a long pause. Kim said out of necessity. "Fine. If I do this... whatever it is, promise to hold your own end of the deal and keep your mouth shut.."
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