Chapter 9
Seeing me soften, Alex thought he had cowed me into submission.
He puffed out his chest, chin raised arrogantly.
“That’s more like it. Since you know your place, I’ll let you off easy today.”
He didn’t notice Amelie immediately drop her gaze to the floor, trembling.
Susan, however, shot me a cautious glance, clearly wanting to warn him.
I cut her off with a cold stare.
“What? Didn’t get enough to eat earlier? Want to join your son for another round?”
Her face blanched in terror. She shook her head so fast she looked like a bobblehead, then bolted for the kitchen.
“No thanks. Let me set the food! You shouldn’t have to lift a finger!”
She rushed back moments later, carrying out my latest creation.
This time, I had taken extra care with presentation–the sauce shimmered red and glossy, the relish looked appetising.
And in the center, a shredded pair of panties floated proudly.
Anyone would’ve been dazzled by the sight.
Alex, famished, didn’t hesitate. He scooped up nearly a quarter of it in one go.
Susan and Amelie exchanged horrified glances, but neither dared speak.
“Is this some kind of steak or jerky? Kinda chewy,” Alex muttered, then wrinkled his nose. “Did you not wash it? Tastes… kinda pissy.”
I smiled faintly, saying nothing.
There was only one dish on the table. Whether he liked it or not, he had no choice but to choke it down with rice.
When the plate was empty, I finally clapped my hands.
“Aren’t you attached to your mom 24/7? Shouldn’t you know h
Susan seized the chance, whispering urgently,
“Son, spit it out! That was the underwear I just took off!”
stench of pussy by now?”
“What?!” Alex’s face turned green. He gagged, trying desperately to vomit, but nothing came out.
