Clair

Ding!

[ LYRA'S AFFECTION RATING INCREASED TO 25%! ]

[ SILVIA'S AFFECTION RATING INCREASED TO 21%! ]

[ LEWD STEPBRO QUEST COMPLETED! ]

[ REWARDS OBTAINED: 150 LEWD POINTS, CHARISMA STAT +1! ]

"Good, good. Now that is what I call a hefty reward," Carl muttered to himself in satisfaction. He was earning points effortlessly now. Even if the amount seemed a bit meager compared to what he used to make back when he was an adult star in his past life, it certainly wasn't a bad start.

As the old saying goes, you can't truly appreciate the beauty of big money if you look down on the small bucks along the way.

"Alright system, let me see my current status," Carl commanded internally.

Ding!

[ STATUS PROFILE ]

Name: Carl Sterling

Age: 18

Lewd Points: 250

Skills: Sweet Talk

Shop: Locked

[ BASE STATS ]

Strength: 1/10

Intelligence: 1/10

Charisma: 1/10

Luck: 1/10

[ STEPSISTERS ]

Silvia Sterling: 21% Affection

Lyra Sterling: 25% Affection

'Well, congratulations to me... a solid one across the board. Not bad at all,: Carl mocked himself internally. His attributes were downright pathetic compared to what he had assumed, but at least his Charisma had ticked up from shit to one.

Turning his head toward the full-length mirror standing in the corner of his room, Carl surveyed his reflection with a sly grin.

"Man, I really love this body... especially the sheer size of this cock. Hehe, I'm going to make the whole world tremble... and moan," he boasted, feeling thoroughly smug. He was willing to bet his bottom dollar that his assets would only grow larger from here on out—easily pushing past twelve inches in the near future.

An hour passed in quiet reflection, and soon enough, his stomach began to rumble. It was finally time for him to settle down and enjoy his very first dinner in this new world.

Carl slipped on a casual shirt and made his way downstairs, guided by the cheerful sound of female voices drifting from the dining area.

"Carl! Finally, you finally decided to come down! I was just planning to bring a tray up to your room, but I'm glad you made it," called out a third woman—and a remarkably busty one at that.

She sported long, vibrant pink hair tied back into a high ponytail, and a sleek pair of glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. She wore a simple, fitting T-shirt paired with dangerously short, pink-laced shorts that barely covered her curvy lower half.

Ding!

[ STEPSISTER DETECTED! ]

Name: Clair Sterling

Age: 19

Affection Percentage: 32%

Current Mood: Delighted / Relieved

'Wow, the original owner of this body was seriously living the ultimate dream,' Carl thought, his eyes widening in appreciation.

'Look at those massive milkers, and she's only nineteen years old! Ahh... Mamma Mia!' He truly couldn't fathom how the previous host had been pathetic enough to let himself die, completely wasting the heavenly environment handed to him on a silver platter.

"Good to see you too, Clair," Carl said casually, pulling out the chair designated for him and taking a seat.

"I heard you were getting bullied at school," Clair said, her expression shifting into one of dramatic betrayal. Being the closest to him in age, she had always considered herself his primary confidante. "I know you're usually too shy to express your feelings, but why on earth did you hide something like that from me?!"

"I know, I know... I'm really sorry about that," Carl offered smoothly. He glanced over at Lyra and Silvia, noticing that both of them appeared far more composed now than they had been earlier.

"Alright, enough of that interrogation for now," Lyra interjected gently, stepping into her usual matriarchal role to keep the peace.

"The main thing is that he isn't severely hurt. Let's all sit down and enjoy dinner before the food goes cold."

She knew better than to let a sour mood ruin a perfectly good family meal.

"Hmph! I'm definitely coming to your room after this, Carl. You're not getting off the hook that easily, you hopeless boy," Clair huffed, picking up her fork and temporarily dropping the subject.

"I'm not hopeless, just a bit down on my luck lately..." Carl mumbled playfully under his breath as he took a bite of the delicious dish Silvia had plated for him.

"Thanks for the meal, everyone," Carl said a short while later, setting his utensils down with a satisfied sigh. It had been a surprisingly lavish dinner, far exceeding his expectations for a typical home-cooked meal.

"Hey, don't even think about escaping to your room just yet!" Clair warned him as she gathered the empty plates. It was her turn to do the dishes tonight, so she couldn't immediately follow him upstairs.

"I'll be up the second I finish here, got it?"

"I don't have any plans to run away, Clair, though I honestly don't even know what I'm supposed to tell you..."

"It would be a whole lot easier if you just gave me the names of the bastards who bullied you. I'll personally go over there and beat them up for you!" Clair declared, pumping her right fist into the air to show off her surprisingly toned arms.

"Haha..." Carl chuckled softly. In truth, he didn't have the faintest clue who had beaten up his predecessor; his transmigrated memories were still fragmented, making it tough to recall specific details.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me! I really will go beat them up!" Clair pouted, her cheeks flushing a bright tomato-red as she realized how silly she must look trying to act like a tough guy.

Yet, despite her adorable pout, she was a certified menace—a black belt in multiple disciplines of martial arts, particularly karate, achieved at an exceptionally young age.

Bonk!

"Stop talking nonsense, Clair, and stop scaring Carl," Silvia said smoothly, coming up from behind and tapping her sister on the crown of her head with a wooden spoon.

"He needs proper rest tonight, so don't force him into an interrogation."

"Oww! What was that head-bonk for?!" Clair complained, rubbing her sore head with a teary-eyed glare. If Clair was a martial arts monster, then Silvia was undoubtedly the house's undisputed Dreadful Beast.

"You're just using chatter as an excuse to delay your chores," Silvia scolded gently before turning her warm gaze back toward Carl. "Don't take her words too seriously, Carl. You know how mischievous Clair gets."

"Of course, Step-Sil."

"Why are you taking his side so heavily...?! It's like I'm the bad guy here!" Clair pouted even harder, looking impossibly cute despite her complaints.

"How about we schedule a little sparring match tomorrow morning, Clair? I've been wanting to stretch my muscles anyway, if you're up for it," Silvia offered, tilting her head back to crack her neck with a terrifyingly serene smile.