Chapter 349: Sister Showdown? Sophia Refuses to Lose – A Family United in Chaos (2)
Horace was not having a good time lately.
His wife had always been proud and bossy.
But as long as he could be by her side, smell her perfumed heels, he was happy.
His greatest dream? Just to receive one of her stockings.
Never did he expect to see the day when his majestic queen would have… a fling.
No, bestow a fling.
Unfortunately, he wasn't the recipient.
Horace watched in horror as Sophia, usually cold and terrifying, smiled softly at another man.
His wife—serving someone else?
That goddess who wouldn't even give him a sock was now massaging another guy?
Her red-painted fingers slipped through Shia's black hair.
Against her creamy skin, it made her look even softer.
She rested his head on her giant boobs, letting them perfectly cradle and cushion him.
Her fingertips gently rubbed his scalp with soft, shushing sounds.
Her touch was so perfect that Shia visibly relaxed.
Horace looked on, heartbroken.
Like chugging a gallon of bitter tears.
And he couldn't even speak.
Just watch.
'I've worshipped her for years. Not even a sock.'
'Why does Shia get this!?'
'Why does he deserve it!?'
It hurt. It hurt so bad.
Then Sophia shot him a deadly glare.
'Why are you even here?'
Horace almost cried.
'Madam… this is OUR bedroom…'
Horace really didn't want to watch.
Every glance stabbed deeper into his heart.
And yet, he couldn't stop.
Every time he tried closing his eyes, he feared something even worse would happen while he wasn't looking.
So all he could do was watch, helpless and silent.
It was his home, his bedroom, his wife—yet he was like a cheating voyeur, hiding in the wardrobe, peeking out.
Sophia was an aloof, proud queen in front of him. How could he dare say a word?
And this wasn't even the worst part.
If it had only happened in private, Horace could grit his teeth and maintain appearances. Maybe even find some twisted pleasure in it.
But Sophia's favor and care for Shia weren't limited to the shadows.
She brought it out into the open!
Like now.
A cozy family meal—five people around a long table, with maids attentively serving.
A picture-perfect scene of warmth and harmony.
Except to Horace, it was hell.
By rights, he should be next to Sophia, as her husband.
Instead, he sat alone at the head of the table.
Sophia sat beside Shia, her voluptuous body pressed against him, sweetly serving him food.
Their closeness—and her body—meant every time she leaned in, her massive boobs pressed onto Shia's arm.
Horace couldn't even imagine how good that felt.
That was the kind of dream he didn't even dare dream.
On Shia's other side sat Lilith.
Whether out of competitiveness or to provoke her sister, she was equally determined to serve Shia.
"Good boy, try this one. I made it myself."
Sophia's face radiated warmth as she lifted a bite to Shia's lips.
Her hand steady, eyes full of gentle love.
Horace had never seen her smile like this.
His heart ached.
'I never got this kind of treatment...'
But his eyes stayed glued to them.
Jealousy. Envy.
Shia accepted the bite with a polite smile.
"Thank you, Aunt Sophia. It's delicious."
Sophia's smile deepened. She brought the chopsticks back to her lips, gently licking them.
Horace nearly fainted.
'Those were just in his mouth!'
'Is this... an indirect kiss?'
'And I'm sitting RIGHT HERE!'
But damn it, it was hot.
His body flushed.
Watching Sophia's pink tongue trace the chopsticks, that content look on her face...
"Mm~ It really is tasty."
Was she talking about the dish—or the boy's flavor left on the chopsticks?
Just imagining it made Horace dizzy.
On the outside, he looked composed.
Inside, a frenzy.
His hidden cuckold kink was going wild.
He'd imagined over a hundred different scenarios—every one starring Sophia and Shia.
And he was always the bystander.
The entire family was just... built different.
Lilith, of course, wasn't happy.
When Sophia moved to feed Shia again, Lilith struck.
At the exact same moment, she offered her own bite.
"Shia, try this."
Food from both sides. Shia froze.
Sophia's gaze snapped to Lilith—who met it boldly, eyes filled with challenge.
'Back off, Mom. That's MY dog.'
Sophia's brow twitched.
'Getting gutsy, huh?'
Shia awkwardly lifted his bowl, motioning for them to just drop the food in.
"Thanks, Aunt Sophia. Lilith, don't forget to eat too."
They stared each other down another two seconds—then both dropped the food into his bowl with matching snorts.
'My pet. What's wrong with feeding him?'
'He's mine. I'm taking him back.'
The meal ended 'peacefully' thanks to Shia's expert water-carrying.
But the conflict was far from over.
Lilith was not okay with Sophia's recent behavior.
She knew Shia only tolerated it for her sake, but she was still mad.
'He's MY dog. Not hers.'
'Why does he listen to her so much?'
But one look at his gentle smile, and she couldn't stay mad at him.
So she turned all that anger toward her mother.
As the elder, Sophia should know better.
If you won't play fair, then don't blame me for taking matters into my own hands!
Of course, begging wouldn't work on Sophia.
As her daughter, Lilith knew the only way to fight back was to become stronger.
So she made up her mind.
Time to win Shia back—with her charm.
'If I seduce him with my irresistible allure, even Mom can't complain.'
Lilith stood before the mirror, inspecting her flawless self with pride.
Completely unaware that in her and Shia's dynamic, she'd gone from manipulative to totally whipped.
Her blonde hair was softly curled and gleaming.
Her face was beautifully made up—refined, not heavy.
Her pink lips shimmered with gloss. Her skin glowed.
A bright red dress gave her a sweet first-love vibe.
She looked like a Barbie doll.
But her legs stole the spotlight.
Her pleated skirt barely covered her thighs.
Black stockings hugged her long, slender legs—slim, but not bony, with a touch of softness that made them perfect.
Red patent heels finished the look—sexy, but youthful.
She twisted slightly, admiring the way her legs swayed.
Her fingers brushed over the silky nylon.
'Men and their disgusting kinks...'
Lilith examined her own legs, crossing them to create the perfect angle.
"Is this what you like so much?"
Her face twisted in exaggerated disgust.
An expression uncannily like her mother's.
Behind her, Tia watched silently.
Her eyes darkened—cool and twisted.
But that was in the privacy of Lilith's room.
Once she reached Shia's room, Lilith became someone else entirely.
Seated on a high stool, one leg bent, the other crossed casually.
Her beautiful face held a superior air.
"Shia, do you know what you've done wrong?"
Her tone was haughty, commanding.
Seeing his eyes land on her legs, she adjusted her posture for maximum effect.
Shia played along, feigning nervousness.
"What did I do?"
Lilith liked his response.
But she stayed firm.
"You and Mother have been very close lately."
"I was thinking about our future. She is our elder..."
"That may be true. But remember—we are the closest."
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
Her neckline gaped just enough to show creamy skin.
When Shia stepped forward, she rose to meet him, looking into his eyes.
She pressed a hand to his shoulder.
"You and I are one. Respect is fine—but know your limits."
Her pressure increased with each step forward, pushing him back.
"I didn't come to scold you. I came to teach you how to be a proper fiancé."
And with a final push, Shia toppled onto the bed.
His eyes stayed on her face—clearly captivated.
Lilith lifted one leg and placed it beside his waist.
"Do you like what you see?"
She saw his throat bob and got her answer.
Shia's eyes remained fixed on her black-stockinged legs.
Gorgeous.
Truly… the definition of "legs for days."