SSS Ranked Taboo Student-Chapter 169: - Mrs Dalia and Talia-

Just like every other Sunday, it was especially hot outside and cool inside.

Being home alone, and down with fatigue from fucking every thirty minutes while Evelyn was around, Max got out of the pool feeling refreshed.

"Hmmm–" taking a sip of the iced lemonade he ordered earlier, he inhaled the fresh wind with satisfaction.

"Having the house to myself feels good." Featuring a moment of silence, a realizing look then appeared on his face. "Wait... am I starting to miss her Company?"

’Hopefully not so... that would be cringe." Dismissing these thoughts, he wiped his face with a towel and rubbed his damp hair before walking inside the house.

Ding-dong!

’I wonder why they haven’t sent the emails yet-’. Interrupted while alone to his thoughts, Max expressed a puzzled look when he heard the doorbell ring.

"Huh, is she back early?" getting up from the couch, he calmly walked towards the door and pulled it open.

"Hello..." a lush silk voice, excluding primal femininity greeted him.

Filling the air with a mix of Lavender and deep-amber scent.

Max silently stood still as he stared at the figure in recognition.

"Mrs Dalia?"

Even though Talia stood beside her, Max didn’t bother throwing the former a glance at the moment.

"How are you Max?"

With a charming smile on her face, Mrs Dalia shook her hands to highlight the picnic basket she held.

Only then did the waffling scent of Baked Mac and cheese hit him.

Stepping away from the door, he pulled it open and let the two females come in.

"Awwww, you’re still such a gentleman, aren’t you." Smiling gorgeously, she stepped in.

Behind her, Talia silently rolled her eyes, her expression turning dead blank as she met Max’s gaze.

"Hi-" She said, a bit forceful. However the cowering intent hidden inside her could be felt. Probably from their driving lesson incident.

"Welcome."

Since he had already gotten his revenge, Max played it cool and replied like it was their first time meeting.

Walking towards the couch, Mrs Dalia stopped and then threw him a soft glance.

"Memories." She said,

While Max understood what she meant, Talia cluelessly shook her eyes, thinking that her mother was just trying to fawn Max because of his handsomeness.

That said, she handed him the picnic basket and sat on the couch. Nestling her ass into it a bit as if to satiate her longing through a certain memory.

Talia noticed nothing but compliance as she took her seat next to her mom. Perhaps being a mummy’s girl had hindered her from thinking such. A saint mother.

Max saw this and smiled back, his expression casual.

"I’ll grab you a drink."

Turning back, Max dropped the basket on the counter. Bringing out a small tray, he opened the fully stocked King freezer.

’What the fuck– is this an alcohol home.’

Failing his expectation ,the only drinkable thing kept in the fridge was bottled water.

Sure, if it was just Mrs Dalia, handing her a wine from the cellar would be no problem.

However, his eyes traced the items in the fridge one more time and happened to locate the two sealed cups of cool iced lemonade from his earlier order.

’Shit.’ cursing inwardly, Max took both cups and placed it on the tray. Heading back to the living room to serve the two ladies.

"Here."

"What a proper way to treat a guest." Mrs Dalia said, casting Talia a side glance with an eloquent smile that said otherwise.

Hearing this, Talia’s cheeks flushed slightly.

"Thank you."

With the same smile, Max sat opposite them.

...

"So, were you at home all through the spring break?"

Striking a conversation, Mrs Dalia took a sip of her drink and let his eyes.

"Uhm, no. Spent it in London, got back two days ago." He said, without going much into the details.

However, Mrs Dalia took interest in it.

"Wow, that’s great. Always wanted to visit London but I’ve been too busy to take a break.

"Well... I saw your Mrs Dalia. How was your holiday."

Upon his words, the expression on both mothers and daughter faltered for a moment, of which Max did notice. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

"Right, it was quite okay but nothing to look forward to."

"Okay." Max replied, shaking his head.

"Yes, and since we are back... I’ll love you to continue Talia’s driving lesson. I want to get a car as soon as possible." She picked up the cup and kept her gaze on him while she diluted the lemonade.

To her side, Talia cowered, and shyly avoided his gaze by pretending to observe the ceiling.

"No problem." Max let out a polite smile before adding...

"Weekends, Saturday and Sunday."

"Can I ask you for one more favour?..." Just as Mrs Dalia said this, the atmosphere took a drastic turn as Talia quickly dropped the drink and lunged to hold her mom’s arm, hoping to stop her from what she was going to say. However, it was already too late.

"As you know, Talia is quite stubborn with a strong attitude to boot..." Mrs Dalia paused, then glanced at Talia who already bent her head, holding her arm to what was to come.

"...but deep down she has always been a lonely girl, so don’t mind her little miss giving.

I want you to come over to my place from time to time and keep her company. Or if you aren’t comforted you can bring her here. That’s if your parents or sister won’t mind. I want you guys to be close friends since you’re both introverted."

The atmosphere fell completely silent, as Max listened to Mrs Dalia’s solemn tone when it came to her daughter.

After a while of thinking about it, he replied.

"...I’m okay. If she wants to be friends."

...

At this moment, Max’s words sounded like salvation to Talia.

To say she was stunned was an understatement.

Surprised, she raised her head and shyly gazed at the cool composed boy who was best a few months older than her and both behaved much mature.

Due to her streak of bad attitude towards him. She expected a mocking reply.

However Max showed none of such but genuine concern.

Just like her mother had described him to beat a grown man on that day in order to save her. She no longer saw Max as the pervert that sneaked into their pool those years but a composed youth.

’I’m so stupid. He didn’t even try to put his thing inside of me but offered me pleasure.’ Thinking about Talia felt deep guilt.

Though the term was a foreign word to her, she wholeheartedly welcomed the thought of being close with Max.

’In the future I should try to apologize, even if it is with my body.’

No idea that his little revenge to make Talia feel bad about herself would be seen in such a good light by the girl, Max agreed to Mrs Dalia’s request.

"I have a very busy and unhealthy schedule coming this week, so I may only be there to take her to school and drop her at the house. You can come visit her any time you want."

"No problem Mrs Dalia."

"Thank you."

Flashing a smile, Mrs Dalia leaned her hot milf body closer to his.

A moment later he felt her big boobs pressing against his chest.

Separating, Max exchanged glances with Talia for a moment before embracing her.

Their hug was quick and soft, also good.

Talia blushed hard at the end and Max couldn’t help but speculate if he was the first place she hugged , excluding the moment they had in the car.

"Bye-" giving him a side wink, Mrs Dalia walked away. Whilst Max almost failed to resist the urge and stared at her backside.

Walking to the kitchen. Max opened the picnic basket to see a piece of folded paper placed inside.

(?? ? ?? ...)

"Morse code?" Observing the piece of paper, Max studied it for a moment before pocketing it.

’It’s complicated.’

With that, he resumed to consume his neighbour’s delicious Max and cheese.

Evening came and so did night as the sun settled in the west.

Evelyn called to tell him she wouldn’t be able to make it that night and would head to school from the there the next morning.

However, late in the night, Max was woken by something.

Ding!..

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