Leahâs 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 some alone time to be sweet and intimate together.
Something naughty was definitely going to happen.
And, to be honest, Leah was really looking forward to it.
After all, lately, sheâd hardly had any time 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-lawâs startled shrieks, Avery reached out and grabbed Leahâs breast, giving it a squeeze while giggling mischievously.
"What nonsense? Itâs obvious youâre 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 otherâs privates, pinching bottoms, and relentless ticklingâa rather salacious display. Unfortunately, despite the large, dramatic movements, 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.
Leahâs 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 morningâa particularly contented life.
They met up with the grandmother and spent the afternoon keeping her company. As evening fell, two cars pulled up one after the other at Aunt Eloiseâs house.
Nancy was driving her familyâs BMW, followed by Luisâs Cayenneâvehicles that were quite conspicuous in the rural setting.
Logan was a poor teacher, living his whole life on a fixed, meager 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 homestead. 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.
Itâs 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 seemed to be the first time he had ever visited their home, 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 come 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 homely, even somewhat frumpy, floral dress, her hair tied up in a classic âgood wifeâ style.
She looked the picture of virtue, but in Luisâs eyes, her appearance was dripping with a wicked allure.
Meeting his gaze, Eloise seemed startled, as if remembering the ripples from that night. Her face instantly flushed red.
She lowered her head shyly, a hint of unease in her demeanor. The astonishing fullness of her chest, so similar to her Mother-in-lawâs, 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.
Loganâs daughter, Ariana, was also exceptionally happy. When she entered, Luis couldnât help but take an extra glance at her.
She was Leahâs cousin, the same age but a few months younger. Although Loganâs personality and temper were disagreeable.
To be honest, he was actually quite handsome and clear featured, otherwise Eloise wouldnât have taken a liking to him in their youth.
His daughter, Ariana, had fortunately inherited the best of her parentsâ 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 women, she actually stood out like a crane among chickens.
Ariana was the same 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 elementary school.
One could only say her development was truly concerning.
If a suitable opportunity arose, Luis wouldnât mind giving her a physical check up himself.
She was the same 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 Loganâs idea.
After all, this old fashioned stickler was very proud, and being his daughter probably wasnât easy. At the very least, this guy seemed 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 wasnât exactly a cheerful, convivial drinking session.
With so many women around, once their chattering started, having a proper conversation became impossible.
Someone, who knew who started it, began talking about the pleasures and massages at the Ocean Hotel. The group of women 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 men were left drinking together. Loganâs 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 me 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 times.
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.
"Canât do it, Iâm a bit sleepy. I need to lie down for a bit."
Logan was yawning incessantly and couldnât even sit still anymore.
Luis immediately 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 didnât have much alcohol tolerance.
The last time 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 someone who socialized frequently for work. He didnât 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 Loganâs capacity. As expected, he was a lightweight, easily handled.
A shame, really, that his own drinking ability wasnât that great either. At least when it came 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 immediately rejected the proposal.
Because although he now had three blind boxes, each one was extremely precious to him.
The two reserved for saving his life were an unshakeable foundation. The main point was that what came 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 couldnât get his father in law drunk, he could always use sleeping pills or something next time an opportunity arose. Luis wasnât a rigid thinker.
After settling Logan in and locking the door, Luis hailed a taxi back to the city center.
By the time he reached the city center, a new bank text message appeared on his phone. The supplementary card in Nancyâs possession had been used to top up 5,000 dollars here.
Luis called his wife, but she didnât 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.