The next morning, Yohan was up early enough to et them at breakfast. In the past, he usually used this ti to get a bit more sleep before heading to the parlour for the day.
As he entered the dining room, the family of three turned to him in surprise. This hardly ever happened. His presence was so out of place that they all stopped talking and simply watched him take a seat.
The dining table could seat six, so there was plenty of space—yet he chose to sit at a distance from the rest of the family.
’Now I rember why I used to skip breakfast’
It was always like this. He had always been considered a permanent guest, never truly part of the family.
His eyes t his aunt’s, but she quickly turned away, face flushed as mories of last night surged back.
’Why is he looking at like that?’ she wondered, heart racing.
And why does he kind of look good today?
Cassie was thinking the sa thing.
He looked taller, more handso than usual—and the fact that he walked in shirtless, showing off a chiseled, defined torso, made him even more striking.
"Aunt, could I get a plate?"
"Sure thing," she replied with a bright smile, trying to pretend nothing had happened last night.
Yohan caught on imdiately—she hadn’t told his uncle. He exhaled in quiet relief.
Vivian placed the plate on the table, but as she poured tea, her hand trembled slightly. Her mind flashed back to how his fingers had been inside her. Her husband’s nephew had actually put these fingers inside her.
The kettle tipped, and she accidentally spilled the hot tea—right onto his shorts.
"Ahh!" Yohan yelped, jumping to his feet as the hot liquid soaked through.
"I’m sorry!" Vivian gasped, rushing to help him remove the soaked shorts.
Fortunately, he hadn’t been burned, but now he was left standing in just his boxers. His cock was soft, but still bulging clearly through the thin fabric, revealing its impressive size.
Vivian’s face was only a few inches away from it—close enough to see the outline clearly. Her cheeks burned red as she quickly turned her head.
’I’ve never seen a cock so big’, she thought. For the first ti, she saw Yohan as sothing other than her husband’s nephew.
"Are you o-okay?" Cassie asked, rushing over to assist, but froze when she caught sight of the bulge up close.
"He’s fine," his uncle called from his chair, not even pretending to be concerned. "Just let him go and put on so clothes."
Yohan returned to his room, but he left those two won with sothing lingering in their hearts.
He smirked as he closed the door behind him. He had seen their expressions—they couldn’t take their eyes off him. Their gazes had been glued to his cock.
"They want a piece of my at," he chuckled.
He got dressed and headed to work with a big smile on his face.
The massage parlour was only a few blocks away from the house, so he arrived within fifteen minutes.
When he got there, the place was as quiet as usual—almost like no one else was around. Yohan checked one of the rooms and saw a girl with auburn hair sleeping peacefully on one of the massage beds.
He couldn’t rember her face clearly, but he knew who she was. Chloe—a masseuse, and one of the few who had worked at the spa for a while.
Most workers didn’t last long, usually gone before the third month. But Chloe had stuck around a little longer, so Yohan could rember her easily. He’d even had a crush on her at one point.
To be fair, at this age, he had a crush on almost every woman he t. He would go ho and conjure up fake scenarios with them like so helpless pervert, using nothing but imagination to satisfy his sexual urges.
With her plump breasts pressed against the bed and her tight skirt hugging her perfectly shaped ass, Yohan couldn’t bring himself to look away.
He chuckled as a line from the wellness book ca to mind: "There are two paths to sex—through love and through control."
That line stuck with him. He was still a virgin, never having gotten close to a woman in his entire life. It made him question everything he’d done wrong in the past. He’d gone back and read that whole Chapter, one that emphasized the power of control.
But that kind of power was ant only for the bold and confident—for those who would do and say the things others wouldn’t, and do them like they were the most natural things in the world, without any self doubt.
"If you truly live by your own rules, the world will be forced to follow," he quoted silently.
If he truly wanted the power of control, he had to live like the world belonged to him. And maybe it did. After all, sothing—or soone—had sent him back in ti. That had to an sothing.
This train of thought gave him all the motivation he needed.
He walked up to the sleeping girl and gave her a firm slap on the ass, like it already belonged to him.
Chloe jolted awake, startled to see Yohan standing above her. She blinked, unsure whether he had actually just done what she thought he did. But she was also aware that she wasn’t supposed to be sleeping during work hours—so she hesitated to complain.
"Yohan... I-I didn’t hear you co in," she said, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Why are you sleeping?" he asked.
"I didn’t get much sleep last night. Besides, there’s no one to attend to, so I figured I’d catch a bit of shut-eye." She stretched and yawned, slowly waking up.
"During working hours?"
"I already told you there’s no custor, so why the hell are you still disturbing ?" she shot back with a glare.
Chloe never respected him, nobody did. In the past, that didn’t bother him much. But now? Now, he couldn’t take it. This place belonged to him—and it was ti everyone here learned that.
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