Taboo Stepson System-Chapter 40: Wealthy Carolina

After a drawn-out, tension-filled thirty-minute drive, Grace swerved to a halt before a grand, symmetrical mansion with a gated entrance, and long driveway.

The outside view alone contained the sight of luxury features, such as a pool, basketball court, and tennis court.

"We are here." Grace muttered, stepping on the gas once more when the black gates opened.

’Damn, you’ve gotta be kidding me. I knew Racheal had a rich background. But never did I think they were this wealthy.

This is like old money rich.’

Settling his eyes on the huge basketball court and swimming pool, Miles failed to comprehend why Racheal attended Dominion High. She was way out of its league.

’Come to think of it. She’s never actually flaunted it or acted flashy. No wonder she’s popular. Those bastards would kill themselves to be invited to her birthday party.’

’However...’ Miles’ eyes glinted with a sly, proud glint, thinking–

’While they try to bag the seed, I’m already with the source.’

Carolina was in desperate need for his cock after all.

Not long after, Grace stepped on the break, parking directly in the front of the mansion.

Welcoming their arrival was a woman in French maid dress looking to be in her fifties.

"Please let me have that."

Speaking politely, she stretched her hand to collect the woven basket Miles carried but was swiftly rejected by him.

"No need." Miles gave her a polite small nod.

Just then, Grace stepped out of the car wearing her formal masseuse uniform with the Tranquil Touch logo just like him.

Seeing this, the woman in maid uniform bowed politely and turned to lead the way inside the mansion.

’I’ll be damned.’

The instant they stepped inside, Miles was completely overwhelmed by the sight of luxury.

A vast expanse of polished marble stretched beneath his feet, reflecting the soft glow of an enormous chandelier suspended high above.

Twin staircases curved upward on either side, their dark railings trimmed with gold, meeting at a balcony that overlooked the grand foyer.

Everything literally gleamed.

From the tall glass panels that let in fading daylight, to the spotless surfaces and carefully arranged décor— every inch and corner of the mansion radiated wealth.

Even the air felt different too.

Miles let out a quiet breath, as his eyes drifted from one extravagant feature to another like a thief.

The woman led them across one of the twin stairs, bringing them to a long arched hallway with four to six carved wooden doors spotted at each side.

Following a brief pause, the maid resumed walking before stopping at the third door on the right. She gave a polite bow and stepped aside, gesturing toward it.

Miles moved forward and turned the doorknob, revealing a spacious, elegantly furnished bedroom.

"Ladies first."

Miles broke a smile as he stepped away from the door, letting Grace go in before him.

Under the watchful eyes of the maid, he stepped in and closed the door afterwards.

"...Welcome."

Before he could admire the openness and grandness of the room, Miles heard a familiar voice already conversing with Grace as he stepped inside.

Tilting his head, he saw Carolina wrapped in a clean bathrobe, her hair tied in a towel with her arms hugging each other. Seemingly trying to ward off the unknown cold.

’Did she just have her bath?’

Miles thought.

His gaze traced other details in the room, noting how clean and pristine the bed was.

’So diligent.’

Having exchanged quick greetings with Grace, Carolina settled her gaze on him, seeming relieved.

" Good afternoon."

Activating Blissful Hands, Miles stretched his hand for a polite handshake and Carolina responded with the same, she even flushed slightly as his fingers wrapped around hers.

’Damn. Her hand is so soft, I wonder how it will feel wrapped around my dick soon. Wait, did her face just flushed?’

Finding the thoughts that a woman of Carolina’s caliber felt shy around him, Miles felt a twisted jolt within him.

’What a great dynamic. This makes me feel like I’m a gigolo, and Grace is my pimp.

Damn.’

’Seems so, but in my case I hold the reins. Carolina wants me, so she pays for an encounter. Grace on the other hand is greatly indebted to me, her profit is totally dependent on my whim. She’s an opportunity for me, and I’m the biggest profiter due to the system.’

"...Excuse me..."

Suddenly, a meek subtle voice broke his train of thoughts, waking him from his reverie to see Carolina’s face flushed from the pleasure of his handshake.

"Oh, I’m sorry."

Miles quickly pulled back, apologizing with a guilty look.

"No, no, it’s nothing." Carolina replied, inwardly cursing herself from almost moaning.

At first she complimented Miles’ fingers.

’Hmm, his fingers feel so nice. No wonder my body hasn’t stopped thinking about him.

Carol, you really have been done by this one.’ Her eyes flickered to his pants, specifically his groin area as the image of his 7 inch, thick rod, roughly impaling that day.

She was only engrossed in her thoughts for a moment before suddenly, Miles handshake tightened and a strange sweet sensation traveled up her arm, eliciting flickering waves of pleasure that would have made her moan if Miles had persisted a second later.

Meanwhile, to the side, Grace had witnessed all that happened and was shocked.

’There’s no way. He’s definitely using something.’

From the side view, the scene of both Carolina and Miles shaking hands was like a romance movie love at first sight.

But she knew better, Carolina was a grown, married woman and couldn’t be fazed by such. Or so she thought.

_

After a quick apology, the awkward tension quickly passed.

"Shall we get down to it?" Miles asked, gesturing at the basket in his hand and the bed but Carolina instantly became flustered.

"What..?? Get down to what?"

’Are we going to outright just start fucking?’ She thought, feeling lost on how to react.

Fortunately, Grace knew what she was going through and quickly stepped in.

"He meant the massage." She said, calming Carolina who then felt embarrassed.

"Strip..."