Chapter 7 - Unexpected

The women in your lives will moan my name, you worms.

Leo recalled the plan that was already in motion.

Starting with Mrs. MILF Natalia.

He left his belongings at school and walked straight to Vitor's house, ready to end his plan of cumming all over Natalia's lewdy body once for all.

Leonardo felt his blood rushing, mixing all the anger he felt for his classmates and all the desires to do whatever he wanted with Natalia.

His plan replayed dozens of times in his head with all sorts of perverse details. It was close, very close to finally humiliating Vitor, to becoming a literal motherfucker.

Nothing and no one would be able to stop him.

He visualized the scene: Natalia, his greatest enemy's mother, sucking every inch of his hard cock, every inappropriate touch, every kiss.

A stab at the pride of the bully who had tormented him for so long.

"Today, Vitor, you start to pay," Leonardo whispered to the rain, with a smile on his face.

"You called me a freak, sick. You'll see Leo, the freak, transform your precious mother into my private toy."

Leonardo imagined her body, the curves he had already spied with his X-Ray Vision and in his implanted dreams. 

He thought about how he would dominate her, how he would make her moan his name, not with the fabricated pleasure of the dreams induced by the System, but with the real and desperate surrender of a needy and sexually dissatisfied woman.

Revenge would be sweet and the climax would be seeing the look of defeat on Vitor's face when he found out.

I'm going to become your stepfather, you son of a bitch.

As he approached the Silva residence, he noticed the gate was ajar, just like the first time he had visited her under the pretext of a facial for his mother.

The discreet "Esthetic Services" sign was still there, which Leonardo interpreted as a sign that everything would work out.

His confidence was higher than ever.

The System had made him powerful, and Natalia was already being prepared, her mind subtly corrupted by Psychic Infiltrations.

He pushed the gate carefully, the slight creak breaking the afternoon silence, entered the small garden, smelling the scent of the flowers Natalia cultivated, and rang the doorbell, the sound echoing briefly.

His heart beat strongly, with the excitement of a MILF hunter.

The door opened, and Natalia appeared.

Leonardo immediately noticed that something was strange.

The System said nothing, but he knew she was different.

There wasn't the curious glint or the slight tension she had shown in previous encounters. Her face looked tired, her eyes slightly dull.

She wore gray sweatpants and a simple t-shirt. 

I can't pretend I don't see your fat ass and giant boobs, Natalia.

You are really fuckable. I need to put my cock inside you right now!

But…

"Leonardo?" her voice was neutral, almost devoid of emotion. There was no surprise, nor the slight discomfort he had expected to exploit.

"What are you doing here?"

Leonardo's smile faltered minimally.

That wasn't the reception his own instincts had led him to expect.

"Hello, Natalia," he said, trying to maintain the smoothness in his voice, the same he had used to charm her before. "I was passing by and decided to see how you were."

"And also, is Vitor in?" He knew Vitor would probably be at school or at some arcade with his cronies.

"Vitor isn't here," she replied shortly, without inviting him in.

She remained on the doorstep, her body half-turned, as if blocking the way.

"Oh, what a shame," Leonardo forced a disappointed tone. "I wanted to talk to him about a school project, but, since I'm here, maybe we could talk a little? I loved our last conversation in the yard."

He tried a suggestive look, reminding her of the poems and the mood that had been established.

Natalia sighed, an almost imperceptible sound. "I'm a little busy right now, Leonardo." Her gaze drifted to some point behind him, on the street.

"Busy? With what, exactly?" he insisted, a slight tone of impatience beginning to appear into his voice.

Her coldness was disarming and confusing him. 

Where was the woman whose dreams he had invaded, whose libido he monitored through the System?

"Things," she replied evasively. She crossed her arms, a defensive posture he hadn't seen since their first contact.

"Do you need anything else?"

Leonardo's mind began to work at high speed. The System hadn't indicated any drastic change in her emotional status before he left home.

What could have happened? Was she actively resisting, or worse, had someone interfered?

The idea of Vitor having discovered something and warned her crossed his mind, but it was unlikely. Vitor was too stupid.

"Natalia, did something happen?" he asked, changing tactics to feigned concern. "You seem distant. Is everything alright? You can talk to me."

She stared at him for a moment, and for an instant he thought he saw a flash of her old vulnerability, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"I'm fine, Leonardo, it's just not a good time."

"Not a good time?" he took a step forward, subtly invading her personal space.

"Or are you avoiding me?" Leonardo wanted to remind her of the touch and everything he had done up to that moment.

"Avoiding?" she arched an eyebrow, and for the first time, a trace of emotion appeared in her voice, irritation. "Leonardo, I think you're confusing things."

Those words hit him like a bucket of cold water.

Confusing things? After the interest percentages rising in the System? After the erotic dreams that made her wake up wet?

Anger began to bubble beneath the surface. What is going on?

"I'm not confusing anything, Natalia," he said, his voice now firmer, losing the forced gentleness. "I know what I felt, and I know what you..."

Before he could finish the sentence, the sound of footsteps approaching the door, coming from the street, interrupted them. Leonardo froze.

Could it be Vitor? Had he arrived early, without Leo noticing?

The prospect of a direct confrontation before he could execute his plan with Natalia was undesirable.

But it wasn't Vitor.

A tall, older man, with gray hair and an air of casual authority, appeared behind Leo and then walked past him.

The man carried a bouquet of red roses, vibrant and fresh.

The man smiled at Natalia, an intimate smile, and placed a hand possessively on her back.

Natalia, upon seeing the man and the flowers, changed. 

The tension in her shoulders disappeared and she made a genuine smile.

It was a joy Leonardo had never seen in her, not even in the moments of greatest receptivity to his advances.

"You took your time," she said to the man, her voice melodious, completely ignoring Leonardo's presence.

She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, accepting the flowers with an expression of pure delight.

Leonardo watched the scene, stunned. His blood boiled in his veins, but the confusion was even greater.

Who was that man? Why did Natalia treat him with such intimacy?

The man then noticed Leonardo, standing there like a statue. His smile lessened slightly, turning into an expression of polite curiosity.

"Do we have a visitor, dear?" he asked Natalia, but his eyes were fixed on Leonardo, appraising him.

Dear? Isn't she divorced? What the fuck is this?

Before Natalia could answer, Leonardo felt the System vibrate in his mind, a new notification appearing in his peripheral vision.

He didn't even need to read it to understand that something important had changed.

The presence of that man was the unexpected variable that unbalanced his entire plan of revenge.

Vitor's father?

Leonardo's mind tried to process the information.

What is he doing here? Hadn't Natalia divorced him? Is that why she has been acting so cold towards me?

The anger, previously directed at Natalia's coldness, now found a new target. That man, the ex-husband, the father of his enemy.

He was the obstacle, the reason Natalia was rejecting him.

I don't care who you are. No one will stand in my way.

Leonardo looked furiously at that man, planning his next steps.