The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Korey's dorm room, casting long golden bars across the floor.
The air of his room was still thick with the steam of a long, hot shower and the scent of expensive sandalwood soap lingering in the dense humidity packed air.
Korey stepped out of the bathroom with only a single white towel slung low around his hips, barely clinging to his waist.
His body, reshaped by the Absolute Biokinesis he had gained upon entering this world, was nothing short of a masterpiece.
Water droplets glistened on his skin tracing the deep, jagged lines of his eight-pack abs and the broad swell of his pectorals before disappearing into the fabric of the towel.
He was reaching up to ruffle his damp hair when he realized he wasn't alone, for sitting in a sleek, ergonomic chair in the corner of his room was none other than his homeroom teacher, Sae Chabashira. She looked every bit the bombshell he remembered from the anime, but in person... well, let's just say she was a beauty worthy of Helen of Troy. In other words... devastatingly alluring.
Her long legs were crossed, the charcoal fabric of her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the slight and utterly enticing indent where her black stockings met the soft, perfect curve of her thighs.
She held a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, her gorgeous face a perfect mask of porcelain, ice-cold indifference.
Korey, however, didn't startle. In fact, he didn't even bother to cover himself. lnstead, he felt an intense, primal flare of desire ignite in his chest.
Dear, God he wanted to break that stoic expression... To see what lay beneath that frigid teacher-persona. To hear her moaning underneath him...
But Korey, ever the perfect look of textbook social ethics imprinted into this body's muscle memory since his birth as yhe Heir to a billionaire, maintained his own mask of calm, casually walking toward the dresser that she was currently blocking.
He leaned over her, his proximity forcing her to look up and watch as a stray droplet of water fell from his chest, landing squarely on the swell of her cleavage visible above her blouse, and she noted that he didn't pull back.
"My, oh my? To what do I owe the pleasure, Ms. Chabashira?" Korey asked, a flirtatious, sharp grin playing on his lips. "Or... would you rather I call you... stepmom?".
Sae didn't flinch, though her eyes tracked the movement of his muscles with a clinical, almost predatory intensity as she took a slow sip of her coffee before answering in a voice as smooth and cold as silk.
"You may address me as such," she said, her tone devoid of emotion. "After all, we are family now...".
As she stared into his eyes, the steam from her coffee rising between them, her mind drifted back to the first time she had seen him, long before he had turned into a god among men who could tempt even her.
[Five Years Earlier – Las Vegas]
Sae Chabashira had been in Las Vegas not for pleasure, but for a final, desperate attempt at a clean break from her past in Japan. She had been working as a high-end hostess and consultant for international investors, her sharp mind and stunning looks making her a commodity in the city's glittering underground.
She was now at a private gala hosted by a tech abd oil conglomerate that she met, Killian Knightley. He was a force of nature... a billionaire with more ambition than luck, whose rise in the Vegas scene was the stuff of legend, as was his carefree personality, which he claims he only got after his only son, Korey was born.
He was loud, American, and possessed an infectious confidence that Sae usually found irritating.
"You know, Sae," Killian had said, stepping into her personal space with a glass of scotch. "You really are a goddess among mortal women..."
"What I am, Mr. Knightley, is workimg over time calculating the ROI of this entire event." Sae had replied without looking at him. "And I think that even you can realize that it is currently at a deficit."
Killian had laughed a deep, booming sound that drew eyes from across the room. "God you're perfect... you really do make me forget all reason sometimes, Sae..."
But it wasn't Killian who caught her attention that night because standing just behind him, looking bored and remarkably average, was a ten-year-old boy.
That was the Korey of five years ago, unremarkable, with average grades and a quiet, almost invisible demeanor. Lacking even yhe smallest margin of the arrogance and superiority complex often seen in the children of the extremely wealthy, a common side of effect of being born into wealth.
He had been playing on a handheld console, completely tuned out from the wealth and power surrounding him, or rather... unimpressed with the façades that come with the wealth that make one think his true self is unwelcome. His father had akways told him to never put on a mask...
"This is my son, Korey," Killian had said, ruffling the boy's pale blonde hair. "He's the reason I do all this. Although... I have a feeling he'd trade it all for a limited edition Charizard if it was up to him..."
The young Korey had looked up then, and for a fleeting second, Sae saw something in his eyes... a spark of observation that didn't match his average exterior.
It was a look of someone waiting for something to happen.
Over the next year, Killian pursued Sae with the same relentless ambition he used to build his empire, because he didn't just want a wife.
He wanted a partner who could navigate the complexities of his expanding international interests, particularly his desire to move assets into Tokyo, and while Sae had resisted at first ultimately, she was a woman of logic, and marriage to a man like Killian seemed like a variable she couldn't control.
But Killian was persistent, and more importantly, he was genuine in his affection for both her and his son, who she too came to care for far more than her expressionless mannerisms conveyed.
And exactly one year after that gala, they were married in a private ceremony at her mother's house in rural Japan. Sae became Sae Knightley (though she retained her maiden name for professional purposes in Japan).
She became the stepmother to a boy who seemed content to stay in the shadows, a boy who, at the time, she never could have imagined would grow into the man standing inches from her now.
[The Present]
The memory flashes, and Sae refocused on the present-day Korey.
The 'unremarkable' boy was gone, replaced by a young man who radiated a dangerous, magnetic authority.
She knew he had changed—the shift in his physical presence alone was impossible to ignore.
He's really just like Killian, she thinks, recalling his behavior since his enrollment at ANA.
"You're going to be late for class, Korey," she said, her voice remaining stoic despite the heat he was radiating.
Korey's grin widened and he reached past her, his arm brushing against her shoulder as he grabbed a shirt from the dresser. "The school won't fall apart if I'm five minutes late, mother. Besides, I think we both know I'm not just an average student anymore..."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper near her ear as he whispers with a flirtatious grin. "And I think you're starting to realize that 'stepson' is a very... flexible term."
Sae didn't move, her eyes remaining fixed on the wall, but her grip tightened ever so slightly on her coffee cup as the realization that the game had changed hit her, and how for the first time in years, she wasn't sure if she was the one in control...
Korey grins, knowing his prey is losing strength.
"Mom...," he murmurs breathily in her ear, before kneeling between her legs and taking one of her delicate stocking clad feet in his hands, gingerly massaging it.
"These idiots in my class are stressing you out, don't deny it. You may not need the money from the bonus, but I know this isn't about that. Just relax... Let your stepson care for his beloved mommy..."
Sae groans, relaxing as Korey releases the latest changes he made to his body after a few hours of studying pores and drugs, as well as animals that secrete, and the dosage and effects of drugs.
He grins as he releases a potent aphrodisiac from his skin, along with a simple sedative, albiet a small dose, only enough to force relaxation, but not enough to warp cognitive abilities. It was his latest endeavor with Absolute Biokinesis, one that would be infinitely useful now that knows...
Absolute means Absolute. Anything word behind it gains the same meaning. With Absolute Biokinesis, I can change my bpdy in ways that defy human nature without effects...
Seeing Sae's blushing face, her rapid breathing, and the lustful look slowly glazing over her face, he asks," Mother, should I... stop?"
Sae looks down at him, her previously conflicted emotions slowly being replaced with lust as the aphrodisiac pheromones being secreted by skin is absorbed rapidly by her.
"D-don't... stop. Just... make me feel good..." She whispers, her last shred of morality and rational thinking squashed by her insatiable lust.
And you know what they say about middle-aged women...
Korey grins, delicately picking up Sae in a princess carry and walking over to the bed.
Laying her down and seeing her panting and squirming with need, it satisfies him on a level beyond comprehension.
This was his cold and emotionless step mother, the so called Ice Queen Sae Chabashira. And she was now in heat, begging him, her own stepson to give her pleasure.
Korey lost control...
[Chapter End]
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Next chapter is R-18, so be prepared. It will be posted tomorrow.