Todos los capítulos de Leon and His Stepmother: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

"Leon... not here," Sonya whispered, her voice half-reluctant, her body tense but not backing away, her eyes glancing at the open back door, where the faint sound of the maid could be heard from the yard. Leon didn't care. His hand unzipped his trousers, his erect manhood touching Sonya's skin from behind. A warm, wet sensation began to spread as he guided himself inside her—a slow but deep thrust. Sonya's still-damp opening from earlier that morning wrapped tightly around him, causing both of them to sigh softly. "I want to do it in the kitchen, Sonya. The risk makes it hotter—the maid could walk in at any moment," he murmured, his hips beginning to move in a slow rhythm.Deep, rhythmic thrusts from behind, his hands wrapping around Sonya's waist for balance.Sonya was angry at first. Her voice whispered firmly as she gripped the edge of the granite counter: "Leon, don't! Let's continue in the bedroom, this is crazy—Mbok Siti could come back at any moment!" Her face flushed, her han

That night, their large house felt as silent as a tomb, lit only by dim lights in the corridors. The clock on the first floor showed that it was already 11 p.m., but Leon couldn't close his eyes. His mind was chaotic, filled with images of Sonya smiling coyly in the back seat of the car that afternoon, while her father fondled her breasts affectionately. The jealousy was like a creeping poison, making him restless. He got up from his bed on the second floor, crept downstairs silently, and began pacing in front of the main bedroom door—Gito and Sonya's room on the first floor. His footsteps were light but unceasing, like a tiger stalking its prey. In his heart, Leon hoped Sonya would come out, that tonight he could reclaim what he considered his. 'I need her tonight,' he muttered to himself, his hands clenched with burning desire.Inside the room, Sonya had just finished her "duty" as a wife. Gito, tired after a long trip from Singapore, had demanded her services quickly and routin

Leon lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of his room, his mind still filled with images from the night before. There were no classes today, so he chose to laze around. But his mind couldn't settle—he kept remembering the intimacy between him and Sonya last night.Knock knock knock.The knock on the door startled him. Then a soft voice came from outside. "Leon? Are you awake?"Sonya.Leon jumped up immediately. His heart was racing. 'Is she here for... that again?'Without thinking, he jumped out of bed. He was only wearing boxers, but he didn't care. Hastily, he opened the door."Sonya—"His words stopped. It was indeed Sonya standing at the door in a casual dress. But there was someone beside her.A young, beautiful woman with long hair and a face that Leon knew very well.Reva. Revalina S Jehan.His ex-girlfriend from high school. The girl he used to date passionately—both stubborn, both jealous, until they finally broke up dramatically. They had never even done anything beyond kissi

Tonight, their large house felt more alive with the bright lights. Gito was still buried in his work in his private study on the first floor, right next to the side garden. The door to the room was tightly closed, and from outside, the faint sound of keyboard typing and the incessant ringing of business phones could be heard. Gito could spend hours there, especially after returning from Singapore—he was chasing a deadline for a big project, which meant he wouldn't be leaving for several hours. Leon knew this well, and this opportunity was like an irresistible invitation. He immediately pulled Sonya's hand. "Sonya, come with me upstairs," Leon whispered softly, his hand touching Sonya's arm briefly, just enough to convey his burning desire. Sonya nodded, a slight smile appearing on her lips, and they both climbed the stairs to the second floor towards Leon's room, without making a sound that would attract the attention of Gito or the maid who was in the kitchen.As soon as the doo

Gito glanced at the wall clock. His work was not yet finished. Not wanting to lose momentum, Gito decided to call the security guard at their house, who was usually in charge of replacing water gallons or handling small matters like that. The security guard, a man in his forties named Pak Budi, often hung out at the front post of the house. He also doubled as a driver when needed. Gito got up from his chair, stretching his back, which was sore from sitting for hours. He slowly opened the door to his study, stepping into the spacious first-floor corridor, which was brightly lit by sunlight streaming through the large windows. The house was indeed grand, with shiny marble floors and luxurious decorations that reflected his business success. Gito walked towards the front of the house to look for Pak Budi. But as he walked through the living room, his ears picked up something strange. A faint sound, like a soft sigh and a low moan, came from the second floor. To be precise, from Leon