Leah’s face instantly turned bright red. She grabbed Avery and started tickling her, exclaiming in flustered and indignant anger, "You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting!"
She did feel a little guilty, because she had also sensed that her brother-in-law had specifically waited for her, hoping to have so alone ti to be sweet and intimate together.
Sothing naughty was definitely going to happen.
And, to be honest, Leah was really looking forward to it.
After all, lately, she’d hardly had any ti alone with her brother-in-law. Watching her sister and brother-in-law being all lovey-dovey had already made her heart sour with envy.
Not one to be outdone, and amidst her sister-in-law’s startled shrieks, Avery reached out and grabbed Leah’s breast, giving it a squeeze while giggling mischievously.
"What nonsense? It’s obvious you’re just throwing a tantrum because you lost your perfect chance to sneak around..."
The two youthful, big-breasted girls tussled together, their play-fight escalating into a scene of grabbing each other’s privates, pinching bottoms, and relentless tickling—a rather salacious display. Unfortunately, despite the large, dramatic movents, not a single piece of clothing slipped out of place to reveal anything.
Even more frustrating was that despite all this roughhousing, their clothes remained perfectly intact, a truly depressing sight for any hopeful onlooker.
Leah’s grandmother lived in a small riverside village. Her children had either moved to the city or made their living in the town. The elderly woman lived alone in the old single-story house that her children had pooled their money to renovate.
She raised chickens and ducks, tended her small plot of land, and even enjoyed a small drink early every morning—a particularly contented life.
They t up with the grandmother and spent the afternoon keeping her company. As evening fell, two cars pulled up one after the other at Aunt Eloise’s house.
Nancy was driving her family’s BMW, followed by Luis’s Cayenne—vehicles that were quite conspicuous in the rural setting.
Logan was a poor teacher, living his whole life on a fixed, ager salary. A man with poor interpersonal skills like him was never going to get rich, but he was undeniably lucky, living a life largely free from worries about food and clothing.
The village had allocated him a hostead. When the village land was expropriated, he received a compensation payout. Without lifting a finger, he ended up with both land and the funds to build a three-story small building.
It’s enough to make you sick comparing yourself to others. Despite Logan being a poor, resentful intellectual, his life was surprisingly comfortable.
"Uncle!"
Luis walked at the front, carrying the items he had bought.
Thinking about it, this seed to be the first ti he had ever visited their ho, which showed just how bad his relationship with Arthur had been before.
Logan was standing at the doorway, having dressed very formally today. He greeted them with a hearty laugh.
His interpersonal relationships had always been poor. Forget colleagues; even relatives and friends rarely visited him. Having such a large group of people co today was a real boost to his pride.
Luis smiled and handed the items to him, but his gaze was burning and intensely focused on the doorway.
Aunt Eloise stood there demurely, wearing a very holy, even sowhat frumpy, floral dress, her hair tied up in a classic ’good wife’ style.
She looked the picture of virtue, but in Luis’s eyes, her appearance was dripping with a wicked allure.
eting his gaze, Eloise seed startled, as if rembering the ripples from that night. Her face instantly flushed red.
She lowered her head shyly, a hint of unease in her deanor. The astonishing fullness of her chest, so similar to her Mother-in-law’s, rose and fell with her slightly nervous breathing, creating a truly captivating sight.
Downstairs was a small living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, while upstairs housed a large living room and bedrooms. A group of the younger generation ran upstairs to play together.
Logan’s daughter, Ariana, was also exceptionally happy. When she entered, Luis couldn’t help but take an extra glance at her.
She was Leah’s cousin, the sa age but a few months younger. Although Logan’s personality and temper were disagreeable.
To be honest, he was actually quite handso and clear featured, otherwise Eloise wouldn’t have taken a liking to him in their youth.
His daughter, Ariana, had fortunately inherited the best of her parents’ looks. She was slender and delicate, with a pretty, lovable quality. She wore a simple pair of glasses and had her hair tied back in a ponytail, giving off a very scholarly, bookish air.
But her figure was a different story, a complete miscalculation. She was utterly flat chested, an absolute airport. Standing amidst this group of buxom, curvaceous won, she actually stood out like a crane among chickens.
Ariana was the sa type as her mother and his Mother In Law, petite and delicate like Leah. Looking at her childish face and her completely curveless chest, anyone would believe she was still in elentary school.
One could only say her developnt was truly concerning.
If a suitable opportunity arose, Luis wouldn’t mind giving her a physical check up himself.
She was the sa age as Leah but still in her second year of high school. She had chosen to repeat the year, to get better grades.
This was more or less Logan’s idea.
After all, this old fashioned stickler was very proud, and being his daughter probably wasn’t easy. At the very least, this guy seed utterly unlike a doting father.
Dinner was lavishly prepared. The savory chicken dish Logan made was genuinely quite tasty.
Only Luis and he were drinking alcohol.
But it wasn’t exactly a cheerful, convivial drinking session.
With so many won around, once their chattering started, having a proper conversation beca impossible.
Soone, who knew who started it, began talking about the pleasures and massages at the Ocean Hotel. The group of won got more and more excited the longer they talked.
Once they finished eating, they set off enthusiastically. Both cars were taken, heading straight for the Ocean Hotel to go on their spending spree.
"Haha, peace and quiet at last."
"Luis, you and I can finally have a proper chat."
Before leaving, they had diligently cleared the table. Now only the two stinking n were left drinking together. Logan’s explosive desire to talk instantly ignited, his eyes looking at Luis with particular fervor.
Dragged along and tortured by him for two hours, Luis was subjected to discussions full of nonsense that not even a ghost could understand.
Logan was hiccuping, his speech slightly slurred.
"Luis, let tell you, the Napoleon..."
The nagging of this literati styled, angry young man was utterly detestable. As a normal person, watching this guy hold forth, Luis felt the urge to slap him several tis.
Fortunately, a wicked thought sustained him, giving Luis the patience to engage in conversation with him.
He flattered this cynical literary type, sharing his grievances and cursing along with him. Two hours later, when Logan went to the bathroom again, he was already swaying unsteadily.
"Can’t do it, I’m a bit sleepy. I need to lie down for a bit."
Logan was yawning incessantly and couldn’t even sit still anymore.
Luis imdiately helped him back to the room to sleep. The guy was truly drunk, falling fast asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, not even bothering to take his clothes off.
Returning downstairs, Luis lit a cigarette and began scheming with secret glee.
Logan got drunk after about four cups. Just as he had suspected, this friendless literary type, who usually lived an ascetic life, definitely didn’t have much alcohol tolerance.
The last ti he had those wicked thoughts about cuckolding a husband, it was because of his Mother In Law.
But Luis had overestimated himself and underestimated his father in law, Arthur.
Old Arthur was soone who socialized frequently for work. He didn’t show off, but his alcohol capacity was astonishing. Luis had tried to drink him under the table but ended up being the one flat on his back, which was utterly embarrassing.
So Luis wanted to test Logan’s capacity. As expected, he was a lightweight, easily handled.
A sha, really, that his own drinking ability wasn’t that great either. At least when it ca to dealing with his father in law... that would just be asking for trouble.
"Ding... System prompt. Use two random blind boxes to exchange for the skill, Unrivaled Drinker?"
"No, no, no, no..."
The sudden sound of the system prompt in his mind startled Luis badly. He imdiately rejected the proposal.
Because although he now had three blind boxes, each one was extrely precious to him.
The two reserved for saving his life were an unshakeable foundation. The main point was that what ca out of a blind box was completely unknown, so it was naturally impossible to trade for such a non essential skill.
After all, even if he couldn’t get his father in law drunk, he could always use sleeping pills or sothing next ti an opportunity arose. Luis wasn’t a rigid thinker.
After settling Logan in and locking the door, Luis hailed a taxi back to the city center.
By the ti he reached the city center, a new bank text ssage appeared on his phone. The supplentary card in Nancy’s possession had been used to top up 5,000 dollars here.
Luis called his wife, but she didn’t answer. So he went straight to the Ocean Hotel, got a key, took a shower, changed into the provided bathrobe, and entered the rest area.
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