"Bima... clean your fork first, will you?" Aunt Rika said, her voice strained as she tried to keep it as gentle as possible, though her heavy breathing ruined the facade.I smirked slightly, wiping the tip of the fork with a kitchen tissue without shifting my gaze from her eyes, which were beginning to dim with lust. "Don't worry, Auntie. It's clean."Under the table, my hands never stopped moving. My left thumb kept slowly rubbing the warm folds of Maya's core, while the fingers of my right hand reached deeper toward Aunt Rika. Both of them crossed their thighs tightly against my hands, as if competing to hold their breath so their moans wouldn't shatter the silence in the dining room, which had suddenly grown intensely hot.Maya bit her lower lip hard, scooping fried rice into her mouth with a hand that trembled violently. The clinking of the spoon against the porcelain plate was the only barrier separating our sanity from pure madness."Do you... want more tea, Bim?" Aunt Rika aske

Natalia’s bedroom door opened just wide enough for a body to slip through. I stood frozen in the quiet hallway for a moment, weighing the risks ahead before finally stepping inside and locking the door firmly behind me. Natalia’s room was meticulously neat and filled with the soothing scent of lavender, a sharp contrast to the wild tension currently burning in my chest. Ever the picture of elegance, she walked over to her desk, took off her thin-framed glasses, and set them down slowly on a stack of files. "Lock the door, Bim," Natalia commanded without turning around. Her calm, calculated voice sounded far more intimidating than Maya’s open flirtation. I turned the lock. Click. "Satisfied?" I asked, stepping closer to her in an attempt to maintain my ground. "Now, what do you want, Nat? Are you blackmailing me over last night?" Natalia turned around slowly and leaned her hips against the edge of the desk. Casually, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white shirt, revealin