Chapter 83: Alex’s House (Part-1) (1/2)

CLANG

With a loud metallic noise, the gate of the house opens again and Alex comes out. He has changed into different clothes and looks completely refreshed again.

Without even giving a glance towards the telephone pole behind which I am hiding, he starts moving to the other direction of the street, towards the public park to meet his hoodlum “friends”.

“I guess it’s time to start…” I mutter while looking at the front door of Alex’s house.

According to my investigation, Alex will be out until 9 or 10 at night. His father will be at work until I don’t know when, and his older sister will be at her college until 5.

This gives me around 3 hours to work on my plan before any of them show up.

My plan to seduce Mrs. Kremer. Alex’s mother.

This is following the multi-staged revenge plan Black system and I devised against Alex. According to Black, the best way to hurt a man is to take away all the women in his life and make them yours.

And well, while I agreed that that would be brutal as fuck, I was a bit skeptical about including his mother into this.

I mean, sure, I want to hurt Alex, but why include his innocent family into it? They didn’t do anything wrong to me.

They can be nice right, right?

Well, no.

After doing a thorough investigation in the last two days, I came to realize that Alex’s family played a huge role in him becoming this big of an asshole. Especially his mother and father.

His father is a workaholic and I believe that he only comes home to sleep at night, maybe not even for that. On the other hand, his mother frequently holds tea parties and kitty parties and is mostly immersed in being a social butterfly.

I don’t think that they even care what Alex does outside the house. Maybe they think that their job is to just feed him and shower him with as much money as he wants.

I mean, he always returns home after 9 or 10 at night. And while I never had any experience with real parents, I really doubt that a high school kid is allowed to say out that late. Even Layla gets really worried if I stay out after 8 unless I mention it to her beforehand.

No wonder why he’s such a spoiled bastard…

But man, this is still really nerve-racking for me. So many things could go wrong.

The main reason I am implementing my plan today is because I heard Mrs. Kremer mention that she won’t be attending any parties today.

I mean, what if she decided otherwise later?

I don’t think I can follow through my plan while being surrounded by rich ladies gossiping their throats out.

And that’s not even my main concern, what if one of the family members decides to show up early today?

Not only my plan will fail, but I am also going to lose all the future possibilities to do this again as well…

Suddenly, black miasma erupts in front of my eyes.

{Don’t worry, master. We will have to gamble on chances no matter how much we delay this. And even if we fail, we just need to think of a new plan.}

Sigh… I guess.

Well, fuck. Let’s do this!

Slowly, I come out from behind the telephone poll and start moving towards the gate of Alex’s house.

{Don’t forget to dispel the security magic, master}

I know.

Rich households like these have a burglar spell done throughout the perimeter of the house. It is really effective and prevents almost all cases of breaking and entering.

But well, this spell is only effective against normal humans who don’t know anything about magic.

Actually, the counter-spell to deactivate this magic is really simple and with the help of Black system, I have been easily entering inside for the last couple of days.

While making sure that the street is still empty and no one is looking at me from the nearby houses, I quickly raise my hand to dispel the security magic momentarily.

And before the magic can manifest again, I jump over to the other side of the gate.

Well, one thing is done. Now on to the next task.

Moving towards the front door of the house with quick steps, I knock twice on the door.

Immediately, I start hearing footsteps from the other side.

CREAK

The door opens and a beautiful mature woman appears in her bathrobes from within. Her beautiful eyes are blue and her curly hairs are glossy and blond. Her figure is also really voluptuous with sharp and alluring features.

Like Ryan’s mom, I can say that Mrs. Kremer also defines a perfect MILF in my dictionary.

“Who are you?” she asks in a rather rude tone while giving me a confused look.

I do not reply.

I know I should, but this is just too distracting for me.

Looking at the wet hairs sticking to her pearly white skin and the bathrobe she is wearing; it is obvious that she is coming directly from the bath.

And it is this bathrobe that is distracting the fuck out of me.

First of all, it’s really loosely tied up, revealing the deep cleavage of her huge tits and even some of her smooth and flat stomach. Second, it is really short as well, barely reaching just below her hips.

And well, I can guarantee that these plump and hot MILF thighs can kill someone with their sexiness.

“Hello, I am asking you something! Who are you?” she asks while waving her hand in front of my face.

It seems like she doesn’t care in the slightest about her exposure.

“Ah…o-oh, yes, sorry, Mrs. Kremer. I-I am Paul, Alex’s friend,” I introduce myself.

Paul is actually the name of one of Alex’s hoodlums. The reason why I am not giving my real name is because it can result in trouble if my plan fails somehow.