Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 79 - Almost

Lucas finally made it back to his apartment, the weight of the day pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. The moment the door closed behind him, he kicked off his shoes and stumbled toward the sofa, collapsing onto it with a loud exhale. He draped an arm over his eyes, letting the silence of the room settle around him.

But something nagged at the back of his mind—a faint tug, like he was forgetting something important. He frowned, lifting his arm slightly to glance around the room as if the answer might magically appear.

"What am I forgetting...?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper.

The answer came in the form of the front door slamming open.

"Lucas!"

He flinched, sitting up abruptly as Lena stormed into the apartment. Her sharp features were drawn into a furious scowl, her short dark hair bouncing as she marched into the living room. She dropped her bag onto the floor with a loud thud, her hands planted firmly on her hips.

"Do you even know how to use a phone? Or do you just enjoy making people worry about you?" she snapped, her voice dripping with exasperation.

Lucas blinked, still trying to process her sudden appearance. "Lena? What the hell are you doing here?"

She shot him a look that could cut steel. "What am I doing here? What are you doing, not texting me even once while you were in Greenville? You went to see Dad after his accident, and you couldn’t bother to update me? Seriously?"

Lucas rubbed the back of his neck, guilt creeping in despite himself. He hadn’t exactly been thinking about Lena while he was there. His time in Greenville had been... complicated.

"I didn’t think I needed to," he said, his voice quieter now. "I mean, you knew why I was going. What’s there to say?"

Lena threw her hands in the air, pacing back and forth like she was trying to keep herself from exploding. "It’s not about what you say, Lucas! It’s about keeping me in the loop! You’re not the only one who cares about Dad, you know. Do you have any idea how worried I was, sitting here and not knowing what was going on?"

Lucas sighed, leaning back against the sofa and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, I get it. I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve texted you. It won’t happen again."

She stopped pacing, turning to face him with her arms crossed. "You’d better mean that, or I swear, next time, I’ll—" She cut herself off, her glare softening slightly. "You know what? Forget it. I’m just glad you’re back."

Lucas nodded, offering her a small, tired smile. "Thanks, Lena. And really, I’m sorry for making you worry."

She sighed, brushing a hand through her hair. "Yeah, well... just don’t do it again." She grabbed her bag and made her way to the kitchen, muttering under her breath as she went.

The moment she was out of sight, Lucas sank back into the cushions, his head falling against the back of the sofa. But Lena’s words had stirred something in him, something he didn’t want to face.

His mind drifted back to Greenville, to the sterile white walls of the hospital, the steady beeping of machines that kept his father alive. But the hospital wasn’t what stuck in his memory—it was Maya.

Her touch had been so soft, so deliberate. Her whispered words, her wet pussy. Even now, the memory of her boobs make his cock rock hard again when his stepsister there. His step mom had everything his father needed in a wife... and everything Lucas shouldn’t have wanted, but Lucas taste her after all, even he is who clean Maya’s pussy with the water cock.

He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as if to physically rid himself of the thought. But it was no use. The memories came flooding back—her lips so close to his ear, the warmth of her body pressed against his. It had been wrong. He knew that. But he enjoy it, and already miss the feeling being in lust with the wrong Milf, his own step mother.

And worst of all, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had somehow betrayed Lena, too. Cause he know, Lena love him, not as a brother. His passive skill Heartbound Desires has been proven.

Lena who suddenly walked in and headed straight to the kitchen, leaving Lucas puzzled. She returned moments later, casually saying she was just thirsty. Sitting down next to Lucas, she started questioning him about Greenville, but Lucas found it hard to focus. Her face—it was so much like Maya’s. Her lips, her eyes. The urge to kiss her, to spoil her the way he had spoiled his voluptuous stepmother, began to cloud his mind.

Lucas only had to wait five more minutes, eagerly anticipating his passive skill, Heartbound Desires, to activate. With it, he would continue his unholy adventures. After banging voluptuous body of his stepmother, he now set his sights on his elegant stepsister, whose firm butt and modest yet enticing breasts stirred a new wave of desire within him.

The doorbell rang, snapping Lucas out of his swirling thoughts. He sat up slightly, frowning as he glanced toward the door.

"You expecting someone?" Lena asked, already heading toward the door before he could reply.

"No, probably just—" Lucas stopped mid-sentence, his stomach twisting in a way that told him exactly who it was. He tried to get up, but Lena was already at the door, pulling it open.

Standing in the doorway was Cindy, their neighbor. She wore her usual casual-but-striking outfit, a loose sweater that hung off one shoulder and shorts that barely peeked out beneath the hem. Her mask covered most of her face, as always, but her wide eyes and stiff posture gave away her unease.

"Uh... hey," Cindy said, her voice muffled but recognizable. She glanced past Lena, her gaze landing on Lucas with a look that practically screamed, Why didn’t you answer the door yourself?

Lena, not missing a beat, looked Cindy up and down with a raised brow. "Can I help you?"

Cindy hesitated, clearly thrown off by Lena’s unexpected presence. "I’m, uh, just here to see Lucas," she said finally, her tone a little softer than usual.

Lena turned to Lucas, her eyebrow still raised. "Your neighbor?"

Lucas sighed, standing up and stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walked toward the door. "Yeah, this is Cindy. She lives next door."

Cindy stepped inside, nodding briefly at Lena before focusing on Lucas. "I was just... checking in. You’ve been gone for a while."

Her words felt casual enough, but the way her eyes locked onto his felt anything but. Lucas caught the hint and immediately tried to redirect the conversation. "Yeah, thanks for that. I’m back now. All good."

But Lena wasn’t letting the moment pass so easily. She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. "You two are... close, then?"

Cindy tilted her head, her usual teasing edge creeping back into her voice. "I mean, we’re neighbors. Of course, we talk sometimes."

"Sometimes," Lucas muttered under his breath, earning a subtle kick to the shin from Cindy as she moved past him to sit on the sofa.

The atmosphere in the room grew awkward as Lena stayed near the door, clearly trying to piece things together. Cindy, meanwhile, leaned back on the sofa like she owned the place, her casual demeanor almost convincing if not for the tension in her shoulders.

"So, what were you doing in Greenville?" Cindy asked, turning her attention to Lucas.

Before Lucas could respond, Lena chimed in. "Visiting Dad. You know, after the accident."

Cindy’s eyebrows raised slightly, her eyes darting between the two of them. "Ah, family stuff. Got it."

Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, family stuff. Nothing exciting."

Lena frowned, clearly not thrilled with his dismissive tone. Cindy, on the other hand, picked up on the tension and decided to stir the pot just a little.

"Well, I’m glad you’re back," Cindy said with a smile that was almost too sweet. "It’s been a bit boring around here without you."

Lena’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t say anything. Lucas, however, felt the weight of both their gazes on him and cursed under his breath. This was not how he’d planned to spend his evening.

"Right," Lucas said quickly, clapping his hands together. "Thanks for checking in, Cindy. Really appreciate it."

Cindy’s eyes glinted with amusement as she stood up. "Sure thing, neighbor. Don’t be a stranger, okay?"

As she walked toward the door, Lena moved aside, her arms still crossed as she watched Cindy leave. The door clicked shut behind her, and the silence in the room felt even heavier than before.

"You two seem... close," Lena said after a moment, her tone carefully neutral.

Lucas groaned, falling back onto the sofa. "Don’t start, Lena."

"I didn’t say anything," she replied, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. But the way she lingered in the room told him this wasn’t the end of the conversation. Not by a long shot.