Harem app-Chapter 230: Charlotte is back

Third person POV

The gigantic cruise ship looked like a floating mountain anchored at the port.

Liam, hands in his pockets, watched the passengers disembarking.

And then, he saw her.

Charlotte was wearing a tight white linen dress that clung to every generous curve of her body. The fabric accentuated her slim waist and wide hips.

The neckline was discreet yet suggestive, hinting at the fullness of her bust. The days spent at sea and under the sun had bronzed her skin, giving her a healthy glow.

Her eyes scanned the crowd quickly, and when they found Liam’s, her face lit up with a broad, confident smile.

Without caring about the people around, she walked down the gangway with long, determined strides, her high heels echoing against the wood.

Liam barely had time to react. Charlotte dropped her purse at his feet and, without a word, threw her arms around his neck.

A moment later, the gorgeous woman pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss that caught him off guard.

Her body pressed firmly against his, and Liam could feel the soft curves of her chest against his own. Almost unconsciously, his hand slid down her back until it grasped her round, full backside.

After a long, breath-stealing kiss, she finally pulled back, just enough for their foreheads to touch. Her scent, a mix of floral and exotic notes, enveloped him completely.

"I had a lot of time to think," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion and fatigue from the trip. "A lot of time to talk to myself. And now I know what I want."

She gazed deeply into his eyes, her expression firm and full of resolve.

"I want to be your woman, Liam. Only yours. I know you have other girlfriends, but please... look at me too."

Obviously, the boy couldn’t reject such a tempting request. He tightened his grip on that irresistible body and kissed her again with even more passion.

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Eric was lost in despair and frustration, locked in his room while watching his life slowly crumble as a whole.

And it was at that moment that his phone lit up with a notification; it was a message he had received.

Upon opening the message sent by Lee Hua, he saw that it was a video.

"What could it be this time?" Eric muttered in frustration and started watching the video.

The moans began to echo in the video; the images showed only the sensual ass of a woman, who was being fucked hard by a man with a cock much larger than his own.

The sex was so intense that Eric couldn’t resist, and his right hand slid down his body, reaching his own cock.

The video changed perspective a bit, showing a woman from behind, her wide and powerful hips moving in a sensual ballet. The man beneath her didn’t appear, only his hands gripping that waist tightly.

Seeing that made Eric feel a pang of envy.

The camera focused on the woman’s face, in profile, as she panted, her eyes closed in pleasure. It was a mature face, marked by a classic and intense beauty, with features that Eric knew better than his own.

A chill ran down his spine, but his hand didn’t stop, driven by a sick and confused desire.

"How delicious, slut... how greedy you are," the man’s voice echoed, deep and full of authority, and Eric froze.

It was Liam’s voice.

The video cut to a new angle, brutally explicit. Liam was now standing at the edge of the bed, and Charlotte was on her knees before him, her face buried in his groin. The camera, now in Liam’s hands, pointed downward, capturing everything.

And that’s when Eric really saw her.

His mother, Charlotte. Her beautiful hair, always so well-groomed, was a tangled mess, soaked and stained with semen dripping from her lips.

Her eyes, normally so lively, were glazed and unfocused, fixed on Liam, completely taken by desire.

Her face was dirty with cum, and her huge breasts, which Eric had always had a strange awareness of, swayed heavily, also painted white.

The final piece of the puzzle fell into place with a deafening snap. The woman in the video, the depraved goddess being used as a toy, the little slut that Liam called... was his mother.

Hot, silent tears rolled down Eric’s face. How hadn’t he realized?

Liam’s voice echoed again, triumphant and cruel, as if speaking directly to him through the screen:

"Your mother is mine, spoiled brat," he commented arrogantly.

Then he turned the camera to Charlotte, who declared her love for Liam in an absolutely erotic way.

And, joining her hand, Sophia appeared in the video, crawling sensually until she reached her beloved’s huge cock.

The girl kissed Liam’s balls, then began sucking him desperately, while Charlotte watched with an excited smile.

Eric felt a mixture of emotions; part of his body, for some reason, felt a great desire for that video. On the other hand, he was furious and felt absolutely humiliated.

And amid these conflicting feelings, he continued moving his hand until he came, while tears streamed from his eyes.

"What am I doing?" Eric murmured to himself.

"I... I came... to my own mother...", his voice was a broken rustle, almost inaudible.

The image of his mother, Charlotte, with her dirty face, glazed eyes, and declaring love for that monster, burned behind his eyelids.

He was going mad. The world lost color, sound, meaning. Time distorted into a torturous loop of moans, Liam’s voice, and his own internal scream of anguish.

It was in that absolute void, in that catatonic state of despair, that the phone lit up and vibrated again. The same number. Lee Hua.

His hand, trembling, dirty, reached out and grabbed the device. He answered the video call but didn’t say a word. His red, swollen eyes stared at the screen, empty.

Lee Hua appeared with a frightening gaze that seemed to read him completely.

"Eric, darling," she said, her voice a sweet and poisonous honey. "Did you watch it? Did you like the little gift? Liam thought you deserved to know how your mother and sister are truly happy."

Eric remained silent. No insults. No protests. Just panting, shallow breathing.

Lee Hua studied his destroyed face through the screen, and her smile widened. She saw complete victory. She saw the break.

"Looks like it finally sank in, doesn’t it?" she commented dryly. "Looks like you understood your place. And now, let’s make things very clear."

She leaned toward the camera, her face filling the screen, her expression losing the amusement and gaining an absolute coldness, like a mistress and lady.

"From now on, you’re going to do exactly what I say. When I say it. No questions, no hesitations, no grumbling. You’re my tool and nothing more."

Eric looked at the screen. He saw the woman who had orchestrated his ruin, but with no more strength to rebel, he simply accepted that this would be his new reality.