My Milf Harem Conquest System In A Women's World-Chapter 28: ...Back Home

As Daisy was about to remove his genitalia from his beachwear, her eyes gleaming with an intense and overwhelming desire reminiscent of a lustful demon, a sudden knock interrupted them at the door.

Shortly thereafter, they heard Regina’s small voice calling out:

"Mum? Jason? Are you there? Ugh, we’ve been waiting for hours!"

Jason furrowed his brow and clenched his fist in frustration.

What was the child talking about?

It had not even been ten minutes since they had entered the room, yet she was claiming they had been waiting for hours.

Such impatience was typical of children — always eager and adept at spoiling moments like this. However, the revelation Jason had just received was not particularly pleasant or conducive to deep emotional engagement. Moreover, Daisy was on the verge of taking control, and regardless of the circumstances, Jason preferred to be the dominant partner rather than the submissive one.

In fact, Regina’s interruption was somewhat fortuitous, as it afforded him a brief moment to process the revelation before he would fully engage with Daisy, who desired nothing more than to be dominated by him. Unlike others, she did not mind their familial ties; her sole wish was for him to assert himself physically and passionately.

This dynamic simplified his pursuit considerably, and he felt a sense of gratitude for the ease with which he could fulfill her desires.

His only remaining concern was his stepmother, Marinette. He doubted she would share Daisy’s intense and possessive tendencies toward her stepson... or would she?

"Stop it, Jason! Genetics don’t work that way... or maybe they do... damn it!" he mentally reprimanded himself, struggling to silence the intrusive thoughts about the possibility of Marinette exhibiting similar behaviors.

With a disappointed sigh that clearly conveyed Daisy’s dismay over her long-anticipated moment being spoiled by her own daughter — thereby thwarting her plans for intimacy at the beach — she responded in a composed tone:

"Ha. Coming."

Without further comment, Regina turned away and rejoined the others, her gaze fixed intently on her phone, seemingly indifferent to their search.

Meanwhile, Jason was profoundly taken aback by how swiftly Daisy regained her composure, as if the preceding incident had never occurred. The desire that had previously shone in her eyes and the intense attraction she exhibited toward him abruptly dissipated, vanishing as suddenly as a gust of wind. The shock overwhelmed him to the point that he experienced a nosebleed.

"Oh no."

Noticing a drop of blood fall to the ground, Jason hastily wiped his nose and any evidence of bleeding with the back of his hand before Daisy could notice.

Regaining her poise, Daisy smiled at him in her usual melodious manner and said:

"We should go out now."

Unconsciously, Jason nodded promptly and began walking toward the door with brisk steps, as if compelled by an authoritative command he could not refuse. Although embarrassed, the cumulative weight of the earlier events momentarily incapacitated his thoughts, compounded by the sudden disappearance of Daisy’s previously intense, almost obsessive demeanor.

***

The taxi arrived shortly thereafter, and one by one, the passengers boarded, weary yet smiling.

During the journey home, Regina rested her head gently on Jason’s shoulder and emitted a soft yawn.

"Today was enjoyable," she remarked, already feeling quite drowsy despite having engaged in minimal activity.

Jason glanced down at her and offered a faint smile.

"Good for you," he replied.

Regina nodded, her eyes half-closed.

"You’re the best GenieJason ever."

He shook his head slowly.

"You’re going to spoil that nickname for me, brat."

From the front seat, Catherine turned around, smiling warmly.

"So endearing! Did you have a good time today?" she inquired. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Jason responded with a quiet laugh and an eye roll.

"Perhaps a little."

The taxi proceeded along the road toward their destination, and the family remained calm and content after a long day. Jason gazed out the window, a rare sense of tranquility washing over him.

The others conversed softly as the city lights emerged in the distance, and Jason closed his eyes briefly, allowing their laughter to permeate the vehicle. It was the first occasion in some time that he felt part of something uncomplicated and complete, despite the accompanying disorder.

Nevertheless, his attention intermittently returned to Daisy.

...She appeared markedly different from her demeanor in the resting room and, at present, did not even glance in his direction, unlike his own involuntary focus on her.

Jason found himself lost in thought, pondering continuously until they reached home.

Upon exiting the taxi, he carried Regina on his back; unsurprisingly, she was relatively easy to lift, likely due to her slender physique. He proceeded to carry her into Angela’s room, which Marinette had designated for her use throughout the summer holiday, as Angela was not at home.

Notably, the previous night, the young girl had slept in his room.

After placing her gently on the bed, Jason seated himself on the edge and began to survey the room.

As Jason sat on the bed’s edge, his gaze wandered across Angela’s room. The contrast between this space and his own was striking, almost to the point of being disconcerting. Angela’s room appeared bright, immaculate, and meticulously organized, with the curtains neatly drawn to the sides, allowing soft light to fall evenly across the floor.

Every item seemed deliberately arranged, from the white desk positioned against the wall to the bookshelf filled with fashion magazines and neatly folded sketch papers. The vanity mirror was spotless, reflecting the room’s gentle hues with quiet precision. Even the bedsheets coordinated perfectly with the small rug beneath the window, creating an atmosphere where nothing seemed out of place.

The overall ambiance of the room evoked a sense of calm effortlessly.

Jason’s room, in contrast, resembled the quarters of a soldier who had long abandoned the pursuit of comfort. The curtains clung weakly to their rods, the furniture bore more scratches than polish, and the floor had a weary, faded tone that spoke of neglect. He had promised himself countless times that he would repaint the walls, replace the bed frame, and add a few small touches to make the space feel more alive. Yet, sitting here now, surrounded by the quiet charm of Angela’s room, he realized just how much he had overlooked. A little care truly changed everything.

Angela’s taste leaned toward simplicity, yet she had transformed it into something effortlessly beautiful. He could almost see her sitting by the desk, sketching designs or scribbling notes while humming absentmindedly.

’She really knew how to make things feel alive,’ he thought. ’I hope she comes back soon. This house could use her energy again.’

His eyes drifted toward Regina, who had rolled onto her side and was hugging a folded towel as if it were a toy. Her lips moved faintly as she mumbled words about cameras, lights, and fame. Jason tilted his head slightly, a quiet smile tugging at his mouth.

"That’s a good dream," he murmured softly, careful not to wake her. "I guess she’s dropped the whole ’CEO of a big company’ thing. Pfft. Reminds me of when I wanted to be a garbage collector because I admired people who kept the city clean. What a stupid kid I was." He chuckled under his breath. "Anyway, little brat, I’ll help you reach your dreams. Consider it my way of paying you back for what’s coming soon."

He smiled faintly, his tone warm and weary. After a moment, he stretched his back and turned to leave, but felt a gentle tug at his hand.

Looking down, he saw Regina’s fingers loosely curled around his wrist. Her eyes remained closed, her breathing slow and peaceful. Though still asleep, the touch carried a quiet, unspoken trust that caught him by surprise. For a moment, he simply stood there, unwilling to break that fragile contact. Then, with a soft grin, he stayed where he was.

"Still a clingy little troublemaker, huh," he whispered.

After a few seconds, her fingers loosened, slipping away as her hand dropped gently onto the blanket. Jason lingered for a moment longer, watching her features soften once more before he took a slow step back. He opened the door quietly, careful not to let it creak, and cast one last glance over his shoulder before stepping into the hallway.

He leaned against the door and released a faint sigh. The silence of the corridor settled around him, soft and heavy. His gaze drifted toward the next door down the hall, Daisy’s room, where a narrow strip of light glowed faintly beneath the frame. She was still awake.

He did not move at first, his eyes fixed on the door as if it carried a burden he was uncertain he wanted to face. His shoulders lifted with a slow breath, his jaw tightening before he eased it again.

’Perfect,’ he thought. ’Just what I need before bed, another emotional challenge waiting behind a door.’

...Even so, something about that door pulled him forward, quiet and insistent.