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Bernard Langley ran.

He ran like his life depended on it—like the very hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. His sneakers slapped against the pavement of the middle districts, carrying him further and further away from that cursed duplex.

’I didn’t see anything. I saw NOTHING!’

He kept chanting in his head like a desperate prayer.

The image was burned into his retinas. That little square packet. The word "CONDOM" printed in bold letters. His son, HIS SON, was about to do unspeakable things to that sweet, innocent Lana Slot.

Bernard didn’t stop running until he found himself at the entrance of the lower districts’ train station, panting like a dying dog.

"How... how did I get here?"

He looked around, utterly disoriented. The familiar stench of garbage and cheap street food assaulted his nostrils. The cracked pavement. The flickering streetlights. This was home.

Or at least, it used to be.

Without thinking, he went the only place he could.

Knock. Knock.

Laura Slot, Lana’s mother, opened the door.

"Bernard?"

Laura’s brows furrowed in confusion.

"What in the world are you doing here? It’s late!"

"I... I need to talk to you both. It’s about the kids."

Laura’s expression immediately shifted.

Her motherly instincts detonated.

"What happened? Is Lana okay?!"

Bernard shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Can I come in first? It’s... a bit of a long story."

---

Ten minutes later.

The three of them were seated around the small dining table where Bernard explained everything.

Micah slammed his fist against the table so hard that the coffee cups rattled dangerously.

"THAT BASTARD! THAT PROPER BASTARD!"

Micah’s face was purple with rage.

"He buys condoms! CONDOMS! My precious little Lana! She’s still a virgin, Bernard! Do you know what that means?! He’s PLANNING something! That boy has absolutely NO self-control! After everything we’ve done for him! After all the support my daughter has given him! THIS IS HOW HE REPAYS US?!"

Bernard just sat there, nervously chuckling.

"Haha... yes... quite right..."

"HE’S GOING TO DEFILE MY DAUGHTER!"

Micah shouted like a raging bull.

"I’LL KILL HIM! I’LL TEAR HIM LIMB F—"

"MICAH!"

Laura’s voice boomed.

The burly man instantly deflated. He dropped back into his chair like a well-trained dog, his hands folded neatly on the table.

"Yes, honey?"

"Can you be quiet for ONE second?"

"Yes, honey."

Laura sighed deeply.

She was the general of this household, and everyone knew it. It’s no shock Micah was scared of her—after all, she used to run with a gang before she met him. The woman had seen things.

She turned her sharp eyes on Bernard.

"So let me understand this clearly."

Her voice was calm and measured, but there was a dangerous edge to it.

"You’re telling me that my daughter—who has been saving herself for marriage—is planning to sleep with YOUR son tonight?"

Bernard swallowed hard. "Y-, Yes."

"Tonight. Like, right now."

"I believe so."

Laura’s calm facade finally cracked.

"THAT LITTLE BASTARD!"

She shot to her feet.

"I’LL RIP HIS HAIR OUT! I’LL CRUSH HIS BALLS SO HARD HE’LL NEVER THINK ABOUT SEX AGAIN! I’LL—"

"Honey, please calm down—"

"DON’T TELL ME HOW TO FEEL, MICAH!"

Micah shrunk back into his chair.

Bernard watched the two of them bicker and fight, and despite everything, a sad smile crept onto his face.

It reminded him of the old days.

When his own wife was still around. Before the gambling addiction consumed her. Before she started coming home drunk every night, stumbling through the door, reeking of cheap alcohol and cigars.

He’d hated those nights back then.

The arguments. The tears.

The constant feeling of walking on eggshells.

But now that she was gone...

...Those bitter memories suddenly felt precious.

Bernard blinked back the moisture in his eyes as he stood up and squared his shoulders.

"Do we... have to stop them?"

A soft-faced Laura crossed her arms.

"Look, Bernard. I understand the concern. They’re young. They’re in love. But we both know they said they wanted to wait until marriage. Lana told me herself—she wanted to save herself for her wedding night."

Micah held out his fists like a boxer.

"Just leave Chrome to ME! I’ll handle this! I’ll—"

Laura chopped him firmly on the head.

"OW! What was that for?!"

"You’ll handle nothing. Sit down and be quiet."

Micah sat down. And was quiet.

Laura turned back to Bernard.

"They’re adults, technically. But... I suppose we should at least make sure they’re not rushing into something they’ll regret. Come on. We’re heading there now."

Bernard blinked. "Right now?"

"RIGHT NOW!"

---

Meanwhile, back at the Greenfield Estate.

Inside the duplex, Lili was supposed to be asleep.

She was very much NOT asleep.

The little girl sat cross-legged on her bed as she enjoyed a game on her new tablet.

Normally, Bernard would have come in by now to tuck her in and confiscate the device. But Bernard had mysteriously disappeared hours ago, so Lili was free to do whatever she wanted.

In the master bedroom.

Chrome sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, his hands clasped tightly in his lap.

The room was nice—far nicer than anything he’d ever had in his past life. High ceilings, soft lighting, a walk-in closet, an en-suite bathroom.

And that bathroom door.

He’d been staring at it for the past twenty minutes.

Lana had gone in there to "freshen up" and hadn’t emerged since.

The water had run for a while, then stopped.

Now there was just silence.

’This is it. She’s going to lose her virginity to me. Tonight. In this bed. On this very mattress.’

He ran a hand through his hair nervously.

’I can’t believe the original owner of this body waited this long. She’s SO hot. How could he possibly control himself? Was he insane?! No... maybe he wasn’t insane. Maybe he loved her SO much that he wanted to wait until marriage. To preserve her chastity.’

He nodded proudly at his own wisdom.

’Yes. That must be it. A true gentleman.’

Chrome puffed out his chest.

’I am a TRUE gentleman!’

He glanced at the bathroom door again.

His chest deflated.

’So why do I feel like a stupid teenager about to make a terrible mistake?’

He studied the door more intensely.

’What’s taking her so long? Is she shaving? Should I go in and help her? What if she asks me to shave her? That wouldn’t be surprising in a world like this...’

He imagined the scenario in his head.

Lana, all soapy and wet, holding out a razor and batting her eyelashes.

"Chrome, baby, can you please shave my legs? And maybe... other places?"

Chrome shook his head violently to banish the image.

’Such thoughts...!’

He clasped his hands together and tried to think pure thoughts.

’Or what if... what if she’s doing Kegel exercises? I’ve heard about those. It’s supposed to help strengthen the pelvic floor muscles. And when a woman is about to lose her virginity, she usually—’

"CHROME!"

The sudden shout from inside the bathroom made him jump like he’d stolen something.

"Y-, Yes?! Babe?! Are you okay?!"

"I NEED YOU TO BE READY!"

"READY FOR WHAT?!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT!"

Chrome cleared his throat loudly.

"Of course, babe."

---

Inside the bathroom.

Lana was currently hunched over her smartphone as her face burned red as she watched a video.

[Okay ladies, welcome to sweet Mommy Kate’s bedroom tutorial! Today we’re going to learn how to properly put on a condom for our little pets called men!]

The woman on the screen was a bombshell—medium black hair, piercing purple eyes, and a curvaceous figure you’d only see on a mother. She wore a tight leather dress that gave her breasts and butt a nice perkiness.

[Now, the most important thing to remember is size!]

Mommy Kate held up a cucumber and a condom wrapper.

[You must NEVER get the wrong size! If the condom is too big, it’ll slip off. If it’s too small, it’ll be uncomfortable for you AND him!]

Lana nodded frantically.

[But here’s the fun part, ladies! You want the condom to be just a LITTLE bit smaller than you’d think! Why? Because it makes his facial expressions MUCH more interesting!]

Mommy Kate winked at the camera.

[The sensation of being squeezed just right—not too tight, but snug enough to feel—that’s when you see the REAL fun begin. He’ll grip the sheets! He’ll moan!]

[Now, another important tip—]

Lana slapped both hands over her cheeks.

"KYAAAAH! THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!"

She paused the video and took several deep breaths.

"Okay... okay... calm down. You can do this. You’re a strong, independent woman. You’ve faced worse challenges. You saved your family from poverty. You held down a job for years. This is just... intimacy. That’s all. It’s NATURAL!"

She looked at her reflection in the mirror.

The burgundy silk nightgown she’d bought secretly at the mall was gorgeous... it clung to her curves in all the right places, showing off her ample chest and the generous largeness of her sexy hips.

Underneath, she was wearing something... extra.

A matching lace set she’d snuck into the shopping cart when Chrome wasn’t looking.

’I look good. I look REALLY good.’

She bit her lower lip nervously.

’But do I have the right size condoms?!’

She quickly scrambled for the packs in her purse.

"Okay... how do I know? I don’t know Chrome’s SIZE! How am I supposed to know?!"

She closed her eyes and tried to picture it.

’He’s tall. Handsome. Strong. Surely he must be... big down there, right? The package matches the man?’

She squeezed her thighs together nervously.

’Or... or maybe pretty boys are small? I heard some of the girls at work say that beautiful men are often... underperforming. No, no, Chrome is definitely—’

She slammed her fist against her forehead.

"UGH! I DON’T KNOW!"

Desperate, she grabbed her phone and dialed a the number one contact she could.

The line rang twice before a groggy voice answered.

[Lana? It’s late...]

"What size do you think Chrome’s dick is?!"

Silence.

[WHO THE FUCK STARTS A CONVERSATION LIKE THAT?!]

"I’m serious, Stacy! Just answer the question!"

[This is a test, right? You’re testing me to see if I’ve been thinking about your boyfriend’s thing?!]

"No, I just need to know what size condom to buy—"

[CONDOM?! LANA! You’re finally doing it?! After all this time?! Oh my god!]

"JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION, STACY!"

[Okay, okay, FINE!]

Another pause.

[Trust me, Lana. Pretty boys are ALWAYS small. They’re blessed in the face, cursed in the pants. It’s a cosmic rule. He’s probably packing a micro-peen.]

"STACY!"

[What?! You asked!]

Lana pouted with a grumble.

"Can you not talk about my boyfriend like that?!"

[But YOU’RE the one who asked!]

"GOODBYE, STACY!"

She hung up and stared at her reflection.

’Okay. No help there. I’ll just have to... wing it. Yes. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll wing it.’

She took a deep breath.

’You can do this, Lana. You can give the man of your dreams the best night of his life so he doesn’t start thinking about other women. Yes. Sex doesn’t hurt. Sex doesn’t hurt. IT DOESN’T HURT!’

She gritted her teeth.

’You can take it. No—he can take it. He. He can take it. This is fine! EVERYTHING IS FINE!’

The bathroom door swung open.

Chrome’s head snapped up.

Lana stepped out in her burgundy silk nightgown. Her brown hair was perfectly tousled, and she wore a confident smile that was slightly undermined by the nervous trembling in her hands.

She was gorgeous.

"Uh... babe? You were in there for so—"

Lana pressed a single finger against his lips.

"Shh...♥️"

Her voice was soft.

She reached behind her back and pulled out a roll of condoms—ten packets linked together like a strip of grenades.

"Chrome, baby, you’re going to be wasting ALL of these inside me tonight. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma’am." ಠ_ಠ