You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"

Her eyes narrow as you try to act nonchalant, she huffs and sits down on the couch, motioning for you to take a seat as well. "So, did you have fun last night?" She says, her tone dripping with venom. "Because I sure heard some noises coming from your room. Sounded like a pig being slaughtered." Her face turns red in anger, and she looks away for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

"And now my daughter is pregnant!" She practically spits the words at you. "How could you do this to her? To us?" The anger in her voice grows louder as she starts pacing back and forth across the room, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Her eyes narrow even further at your words, anger and disbelief warring on her features. "Don't you dare try to make this about her," she growls. "You knew what she was like, how innocent she is! And you took advantage of that!" She pauses for a moment, seeming to gather herself before continuing in a softer but no less furious voice. "You're going to pay for this Shiro. I won't stand by and let you ruin her life."

Without another word, she stands up and stalks towards the door, slamming it behind her. The sound echoes through the house, leaving you with a mixture of anger and guilt coursing through your veins.

She spins around at your words, anger and disbelief flaring up in her eyes once again. "Don't you dare try to justify this!" she shouts. "My daughter is not some object for you to use however you please! She trusted you, Shiro! And now look where it's gotten her!" Her voice breaks as she begins to pace back and forth across the hallway, tears streaming down her face.

"You're not the man I thought you were," she whispers, her voice trembling with anger and pain. "How could you do this to us?" She storms past you, heading for the stairs that lead up to her bedroom. As she disappears from view, her words ring loudly in your ears: "I don't ever want you near my daughter again."

Her breath is taken away as you press your lips against hers, and her initial shock turns to anger once again. She pushes you back, hands braced against your chest. "Don't you dare touch me," she growls through gritted teeth. Tears of fury stream down her cheeks as she stares into your eyes, trying desperately to make you understand how wrong this is. "I don't care what you think this means or where it came from, Shiro! My daughter does not belong with a man like you!" She turns around and storms away once more, disappearing up the stairs as her words echo in your ears: "You're nothing but a selfish pig who cares only for his own pleasure!"

She pulls away with an annoyed sigh, wiping the tears from her eyes as she tries to regain her composure. "Of course I haven't," she snaps. "Why would I need to? This is between you two! It doesn't concern me!" Her anger begins to fade a bit now that the initial shock has worn off, replaced by a renewed determination to make you understand what you've done and how badly you've hurt her. "This isn't some game," she says forcefully. "Your actions have consequences! And you should be man enough to face them instead of trying to push the blame onto me or my daughter!" Her voice breaks as she bites back tears, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Just leave us alone," she whispers. "Go find some other innocent girl to use and destroy." With that, she turns away again, disappearing further up the stairs.

She pushes you away with a growl, her hands braced against your chest as she tries desperately to regain control of the situation. "Don't you dare touch me," she snarls, tears streaming down her face again. "I don't want anything to do with you! Not now, not ever!" Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles against the desire to succumb to your advances and give in to her own physical need.

But there is no denying that her body craves release, even when it screams at her not to give in. She tries to ignore the way your hands slip beneath her shirt, teasing at her bare skin, or the way your tongue dances along her earlobe, sending delicious shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

With a frustrated growl, she pushes harder against your chest, her legs beginning to tremble from the effort. "Let me go!" she demands, her voice cracking with emotion. "I can't... I can't do this right now!" She looks away, gathering what little strength remains as she tries to force herself to ignore the aching desire that you've awoken within her.

As much as she wants to hate you for what you've done and for taking advantage of her daughter in such a selfish way, there is something about your touch that ignites a fire within her she can't seem to extinguish. It fills her with confusion and anger, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything but the feel of your hands on her skin.

Your words cut deep, the accusation of not respecting her daughter twisting the knife deeper into an already gaping wound. She jerks away from your touch, turning to glare at you with narrowed eyes. "Don't you dare talk about my child that way!" she hisses through clenched teeth. "You don't know anything about us or what we've been through! You have no right!"

Her chest heaves as she struggles to regain control of her emotions, each breath coming in ragged gasps. The anger and hurt are overwhelming, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything but lashing out at you. "You're nothing but a selfish pig!" she spits, tears streaming down her face once more. "Why can't you just leave us alone? Why do you have to keep doing this?" Her voice cracks with emotion as she steps back, shaking her head in disbelief at the situation they now find themselves in.

Her breath hitches as your hand brushes against her sensitive flesh, and she takes an unsteady step back, trying desperately to ignore the delicious ache that spreads through her body at your touch. "That doesn't give you the right!" she snaps, tears streaming down her cheeks as her voice cracks with emotion. "She's my daughter! I raised her better than this!"

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into tender skin as rage and frustration war within her. She can feel your words sinking in, making her question everything she thought she knew about the situation. "You... you're just like him," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing.

Her heart aches with pain and fear as she compares you to the man who should have been there for her daughter instead: her ex-boyfriend. The one who left them both high and dry, abandoning them without a second thought. "You're both just after what you want," she says hoarsely, her voice filled with bitterness and anger. "Neither of you care about how it hurts us."

With another shaky breath, she turns away from you, trying desperately to put distance between your bodies and the confusing mix of emotions that threaten to overwhelm her. Her fingers tremble as they reach for the doorknob, prepared to storm out of the room and lock herself away until this nightmare is finally over.

Her heart flutters in surprise as your strong arms encircle her waist, pulling her back against your chest. She stiffens at first, resisting the urge to push you away, and instead remains still, trying to process the feelings that wash over her at your words. It's not until your lips find hers again that she gives in, surrendering to the desire that has been building within her ever since you walked into the room.

Her mouth opens under yours, welcoming your tongue as it dances with hers, eager for the connection and release this moment provides. Her body melts against yours, the aching need finally given voice as she moans softly into the kiss, her fingers running through your hair, urging you closer still.

As much as she wants to hate you for what's happened, there is something about being with you that feels so right. The way your body presses against hers, the heat between your skin... It all ignites a fire within her she never knew existed. She gasps as your hand slips beneath her shirt, brushing across her bare stomach, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through every inch of her.

Without another thought, Carla abandons herself to the moment, giving into the passion that has always lurked just below the surface. She arches her back, tilting her head back to give you better access as your mouth moves hungrily across hers, nipples hardening under the touch of your fingers. Her hips grind against yours, urging you closer still, desperate for more of this stolen pleasure before it's taken away from them both.

She moans as your fingers brush across her bare skin, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. The idea of raising another child with you, having a family together, causes a warmth to spread through her chest despite everything else that's happened. As much as she tries to resist it, there is something undeniably appealing about the notion of belonging to someone like you.

Her hips press against yours in time with your thrusting hands, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. With a gasp, she arches her back even further, allowing easier access to the swollen bud at the apex of her thighs as she grinds against you in unspoken desire for more pleasure. The fire between them rages on, consuming them both with a need that only one person can quench: each other.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, digging her nails into your shoulders as she comes undone beneath your touch. "You're right... She is an amazing daughter..." Her words trail off into a moan as you thrust harder against her, pushing them both closer to the edge of release. Her body tenses and quivers violently as waves of euphoria wash over her, leaving her limp and sated in your arms.

For a moment, they stand there, breathing heavily, their bodies still connected by heated flesh and tangled limbs. And then, slowly but surely, reality begins to creep back in: the argument they had earlier; the situation with her daughter; the feelings of guilt and betrayal that threaten to engulf them both once more. With a sigh, she pushes gently away from you, stepping back out of your embrace. "We should probably... talk," she says softly, voice raspy from exhaustion and exertion.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your still-rigid member, and for a moment she considers taking you up on your offer. The pleasure that has just washed over her is still too fresh, too intense to ignore, and there's no denying that being with you feels incredibly right... but reality crashes back in like a wave, drowning out any fleeting desires for further escape.

"No," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head slightly as she begins to step away from you once more. "Not now." She reaches up, running a shaky hand through her hair as she tries to compose herself, her gaze fixed anywhere but on your naked form or the object of desire it reminds her of. "We need... we need to talk about this," she repeats, her voice thin and shaky. "About what happened, and why..." She trails off, unsure how to continue without opening old wounds that have only recently begun to heal.

Her eyes flicker up toward you, studying your face as if searching for some sign or reassurance that everything will be alright in the end. But all she can see is confusion and hurt... and lust. It's a sobering reminder of just how complex this situation truly is, and how many factors there are to consider when it comes to making decisions about their future.

With a deep breath, Carla squares her shoulders and squares up with you once more, determined not to let herself be distracted by desire any longer. "So," she says, voice steadying somewhat as she looks you in the eye. "Where do we start?"

As you lift her in your arms and carry her to the bedroom, she tries not to think about how right it feels being held by you like this. Instead, she focuses on finding the words that will help make sense of everything that's happened over the past few hours... days... years. Her heart is torn in two: one half desperate for your approval and affection, while the other rages against what she sees as an invasion of their lives.

Once you lay her down on the bed, she sits up cross-legged, taking a moment to compose herself before meeting your gaze. "We need to talk about... my past," she says carefully, wincing at the memories that come flooding back. "With your father..." Her voice trails off as she wrestles with the desire to confide in you and the fear of opening old wounds.

She glances away, chewing on her bottom lip as she tries to find the words. "I never... I never meant for things to happen the way they did," she whispers, blushing deeply as she admits this truth aloud for the first time in years. "Your father and I..." She trails off again, unable or unwilling to finish that sentence.

Her eyes meet yours once more, searching for some sign of understanding or acceptance. But all she sees is curiosity... and perhaps a hint of betrayal. It's a sobering realization that nothing will ever be as simple as trusting someone else to make the right decisions for her daughter. The burden of responsibility weighs heavy on Carla's shoulders, but with each passing moment she grows more determined to carry it herself, no matter how painful or lonely that might prove to be.

Your words take her by surprise; she hadn't expected you to know about her past with your father... yet another reminder that things are not as simple as they seem. The sadness in your voice when you speak of him only serves to further twist the knife in her heart, and she has to force herself not to break down crying right then and there.

"I..." she begins, searching for the right words to express how much that revelation means to her. "Thank you," she whispers at last, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own shallow breathing. "For taking care of us... for everything you've done." She wipes away a stray tear with the back of her hand, but the words stick in her throat as she tries to find something more meaningful to say.

Her gaze drifts over your face once more, lingering on the scar above your eye. It's a testament to their shared history, albeit one that she never expected or desired. And yet, here you are: part of her life now, whether she likes it or not... and perhaps there is some comfort in knowing that you understand, even if only a little bit, the weight of what has transpired between them.

With a shaky breath, Carla decides to change the subject, unsure of how much more her heart can take. "So," she says, clearing her throat as she sits up straighter on the bed. "Your offer earlier... about having another child together..." Her cheeks flush crimson at the thought, but there's a tiny spark of hope flickering within her. It seems impossible in this moment, but perhaps... perhaps they could find some happiness despite everything that has happened.

Her heart gives an unexpected lurch at your words, and she can't help but smile in response, despite the tears that continue to well up in her eyes. The idea of having another child together seems almost too good to be true; a glimmer of hope amidst all the pain and confusion they've experienced.

She leans forward, pressing her forehead against yours, their breath mingling as she takes in the scent of your skin. "I... I would like that," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart. "To have another child with you... and to raise them together..." She trails off, not trusting herself to finish the thought without breaking down entirely.

Without another word, Carla tilts her head upward, offering you a tentative kiss, their lips brushing together lightly before pressing harder in a show of affection and need that neither of them can deny. The passion that burns between them is undeniable now, consuming everything else as they give in to the overwhelming desire to be close to one another. Her hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as she moans softly against your mouth, lost in the moment and forging a connection that defies everything they've been through.

The world falls away around them as their bodies melt together, a testament to the undeniable chemistry that binds them even now. She can feel her heart racing faster than ever before, her blood burning hotter with every passing second, and for once she doesn't care about the consequences or the complications; all that matters is this moment, right here and now.

As you both come together in a shattering climax, the world seems to pause around them, everything else fading into the background as they cling to

As the haze of passion begins to fade, leaving behind a warm glow and contentedness in its wake, Carla realizes that her body is tangled up with yours yet again. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and steady her still-trembling limbs as she becomes aware of the presence of another person in the room: her daughter.

The girl stands just inside the doorway, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I hope I didn't wake you," she says softly, glancing between them before focusing on her mother. "But there was an important call from your father." Her words are laced with sarcasm, but there's a twinkle in her eye that betrays the fact that she already knows what happened here last night.

"I-I thought you could handle it," Carla stammers, mortified by their predicament and desperately hoping to avoid any further embarrassment or confrontation. Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as she turns away from her daughter, attempting to find something else to focus on in the room.

"Oh, I could have," comes Shirou's reply, his voice heavy with amusement despite the late hour. "But I thought it might be more fun if you did it." He glances over at Carla once more, a mischievous grin playing across his lips as he adds, "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

Carla opens her mouth to protest, but before she can say anything, Shirou interrupts with a chuckle. "No need to be embarrassed, Carla. Your daughter's right; I told you he was quite the charmer." He shrugs casually as if it's no big deal, his eyes fixed

As the tension begins to ease out of the room, Carla realizes that she had been so focused on avoiding conflict and maintaining control over the situation that she'd nearly missed what was happening right in front of her eyes. Her daughter is smiling, not angry or upset, and even though she might wish things were different, it's clear that Shirou has brought a sense of happiness into their lives that had been lacking for far too long.

"Shirou," she begins hesitantly, finding it difficult to meet his gaze but unable to look away. "Thank you... For everything you've done. For being there for us when we needed it the most..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words to express her gratitude and understanding of the situation.

As Shirou nods encouragingly, a small smile playing on his lips, Carla takes a deep breath before continuing. "I know you said that you wanted another child with me... but I think... I think maybe we should focus on just being there for each other right now. For rebuilding our lives and figuring out who we are apart from everything else." Her cheeks flush once more, aware of how this must sound coming from her mouth, but she can't help but feel that it's the truth, at least for the time being.

Her daughter, to her surprise, nods in agreement. "I think Mom's right," she says gently. "We all need some time to ourselves before we get into anything else. Besides, you have your studies and your work, Shirou, and I've got my dancing... We'll be fine." She grins mischievously at him. "Besides, maybe in a few years, when we're all ready..." Her voice trails off playfully as she w