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The room was dead silent. No one dared to speak as Gwen, Liz, and Mary stood with expressions of shame and disbelief etched across their faces. Their eyes occasionally flicked toward Reiran, who seemed equally stunned. None of them could wrap their heads around the fact that Peter had been involved with his own aunt.
"H-His aunt... I-I see!" Reiran stammered, her face flushing a deep red as she processed the revelation. She couldn't believe that her savior, the man she had admired, not only had three girlfriends but was also entangled in such a scandalous relationship. The image of Peter in her mind was crumbling, replaced by one of a man with perverted needs.
Seeing Reiran's shy and conflicted expression, Liz, Gwen, and Mary exchanged uneasy glances, their own embarrassment palpable. Meanwhile, Velora lounged in the corner of the room, resting lazily on her web. She seemed entirely uninterested in the drama unfolding around her, her attention focused on the faint hum of the city outside.
After a tense silence, the three women seemed to reach an unspoken agreement, "Let's confront her." Gwen declared, taking the lead. Her voice was firm, though her hands trembled slightly. "Reiran, you're coming with us." She reached out and took Reiran's hand, pulling her gently toward the door. Liz and Mary followed close behind, their expressions a mix of determination and unease.
The group descended the stairs and found May in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she wiped down the countertops. The rhythmic tapping of their footsteps broke her concentration, and she turned around, her eyes widening in surprise. Among the four women standing before her, she only recognized Mary.
"Mary! Welcome." May greeted with her usual warm smile, though her eyes flicked curiously toward the others, "And who are these lovely ladies with you?" She asked, though she had a sneaking suspicion about the identities of Liz and Gwen. Peter had mentioned them before, and their striking features matched his descriptions. Still, she decided to play along, feigning ignorance.
"May, we know." Mary stated bluntly, stepping forward. Liz and Gwen followed suit, closing the distance between themselves and May, effectively pinning her against the kitchen counter.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" May asked, her voice tinged with confusion and a hint of panic. She clutched the dishcloth in her hands tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"Don't play innocent, May. Peter told us everything." Gwen said, her sharp gaze piercing through May's defenses, "You even slept with your own nephew. That's... bold, to say the least." Her words hung in the air, leaving May stunned and speechless.
"A-About that—" May began, but Mary cut her off before she could finish.
"What kind of explanation could you possibly give? I thought you were a decent and innocent woman, but I never expected you'd let your nephew enter your pussy." Mary said, her tone teasing but laced with accusation. Her choice of words shocked not only May but also Liz and Gwen, who hadn't expected her to be so blunt.
May's face burned with embarrassment, and she looked down at the floor, unable to meet their eyes, 'Why did Peter tell them? How am I supposed to explain this?' She thought frantically, her mind racing for a way to defuse the situation.
Seeing May's distress, the three women exchanged glances. Their initial anger began to soften, replaced by a sense of guilt for being so harsh, "Relax, May. We're not mad at you." Mary said, her voice gentler now. She reached out and patted May's shoulder reassuringly.
"Really?" May asked, her voice trembling as she looked up at them with hopeful eyes.
"Yeah." Gwen replied with a small smile, "We know it was Peter who seduced you. He has a way of... getting what he wants." Liz nodded in agreement, her expression softening as well. After all, they had all fallen victim to Peter's charms at some point. How could they blame May for doing the same?
May let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing, "Thank you, girls. For a moment, I thought you wouldn't accept... our child." She said, her hand instinctively moving to rest on her stomach.
The room fell into stunned silence once again. Liz, Mary, and Gwen stared at May, their eyes wide with shock. Even Reiran, who had been quietly observing the scene, looked utterly bewildered. The revelation that Peter had not only fucked his aunt but had also impregnated her was almost too much to process.
"W-W-WHAT?!" Liz, Mary, and Gwen exclaimed in unison, their voices echoing through the kitchen.
May blinked, taken aback by their reaction, "Uh, yeah... mine and Peter's child." She said hesitantly. Then, realization dawned on her, "W-Wait, he didn't tell you, did he?" She asked, her voice tinged with nervousness. It seemed she had inadvertently dropped another bombshell.
The three women exchanged looks of jealousy and frustration, but they quickly composed themselves. They knew the real culprit in this situation was Peter, not May, "Haah... May, let's sit down." Mary said with a sigh, rubbing her temples, "We need to talk about the woman behind us—Reiran. As for the pregnancy, we'll discuss that once Peter gets back."
May nodded, her relief evident as she took a seat at the kitchen table. Liz and Gwen followed suit, their expressions a mix of resignation and curiosity. All eyes turned to Reiran, who suddenly found herself the center of attention.
"May, this is Reiran....." Mary began, launching into an explanation of how Pete met Reiran, how was her condition at that time, what she is been through.
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Meanwhile, across town, Peter arrived at Swiss Bank. He opened a new account and deposited seven million dollars, leaving three million aside for his next big purchase—a new house. After completing his business at the bank, he pulled out his phone and began searching for the best real estate dealers in the area. He settled on one with medium ratings, knowing that the top-rated agents often had an air of arrogance that he preferred to avoid.
"Hello, Mark speaking." A man's voice answered after a few rings.
"Hi, this is Peter Parker. I'm looking to buy a house." Peter said, his tone calm and confident.
"Can I ask what your budget is?" Mark inquired.
"Three million." Peter replied without hesitation.
"How much?!" Mark exclaimed, his voice rising in shock. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor suggested he had jumped to his feet, "I mean, uh, yes, of course! Let's meet right away. I'll send you the address."
"Alright." Peter said, ending the call. Moments later, his phone buzzed with a message containing the meeting location. A small smile played on his lips as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.