Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1030: Teasing the Endowered Stepdaughter

En route, we stopped to grab Isabella from the Celestial Grand Hotel, but she wasn't solo.

Isabella stepped aboard first. Her skirt stayed scandalously brief, heels soaring impossibly high, that clear post-Peter radiance hugging her skin as though she'd been utterly ravaged and craved broadcasting to everyone that my Seed had transformed her into a Goddess.

Maya paused at the van's doorway, gaze scanning the inside, and I spotted the reluctance growing behind her lenses—the shy girl's natural urge to retreat, claim a spot in the shadows, minimize her presence.

Maya's face lit up with a smile, and the sense of disorientation faded away as if it had never been. She advanced toward Genevieve carrying the eased vibe of spotting an acquaintance overseas, her reluctance disappearing before she took three steps into the passage.

Emma and Sarah shared a glance. Emma lifted her shoulders in a shrug. We'd toyed around with Maya back in childhood, so my sisters were familiar with her to some degree, but true friendship had never sparked—just polite nods and light chit-chat. No profound connection.

Eziel cleared a gap between her and Genevieve, tapping the cushion, and Maya nestled between the two seasoned women, who promptly claimed her like a fresh puppy from the shelter.

Maya's cheeks burned scarlet as she softly deflected Eziel's fingers drifting idly to her bust. The pair of elder ladies erupted in hearty laughter—rich, inviting, free of any spite—and dove into fiddling with Maya's tresses, sliding locks behind her ears, pampering her like long-lost aunts reuniting with their prized niece.

Genevieve's eyes tightened. "Are you also after Maya’s secret?"

Isabella had never witnessed her daughter draw such swift focus from my ladies, her expression swirling with pride, fierce guardianship, and the budding awareness that Maya was integrating into the harem's circle at a pace beyond her expectations.

Accepted by her boyfriend's fellow lovers. The intricacies alone would demolish a counselor.

This was set to be a spectacle.

"Honey," I broke in to halt a meltdown, since Maya had escalated from scarlet to a redness beyond human limits and teetered on the brink of vanishing into the seat fabric, "you’re making her shy. Maya doesn’t like being the center of attention."

She had seized the widest berth—the rear angle ideal for casting a larger display and accommodating her keyboard setup—and plunged into the biotech tasks ARIA tasked her with that day, fingers fluttering over illusory keys with the unwavering drive of a lady yet to emerge fully from career immersion since embracing the Eyelens.

The whole group cracked up entirely—Madison's blending into Margaret's wheezing from the massage seat, Celeste's lilting peals dominating, Charlotte wagging her head as her trembling shoulders exposed her utterly.

Luna shifted next to her—roused by the chaos, headphones slipping halfway, eyes blinking in drowsiness—and Maria laid a tender hand upon her daughter's limb, murmuring words that coaxed a gentle grin from Luna as she drifted back to sleep.

"I didn’t mean—that wasn’t—I was being literal, he’s literally her step—"

"I will end you, Emma."

Following that, Maya got a much warmer reception than normal. The ribbing over her bosom had demolished the awkwardness with explosive efficiency.

After hugs from her mother's fourth harem sister, Maya ceased blushing and began chuckling, the timid girl at last uncovering a niche where she could belong for good.