Reincarnated as a step-dad in a fantasy world

Chapter 357 : Alone with Frieda (2) (R-18)

"A-A-An angel," Frieda breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper as her entire being froze, eyes locked on the man standing just a few steps away.

The first thing she noticed when his identity was revealed was that she didn't recognize him—and the second was just how impossibly handsome he was. With a single glance, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was the most breathtaking man she had ever laid eyes on.

As she stared into his eyes, she felt herself slipping, like falling into a trance. There was something about him that was more than just charm—something magnetic, almost supernatural, that seemed to pull at the very core of her being. No... not almost. There was quite literally a force surrounding him, one that captivated her, ensnared her, and made the idea of looking away feel almost painful.

The more she stared at Alex, the harder it became to think. Her thoughts blurred, her logic melted away under the sheer weight of his presence. Her heart raced, her breathing turned shallow, and a heated sensation coiled in her chest and belly. Her cheeks flushed with a fierce blush that spread across her flawless features. Her lips parted slightly, trembling, as if to speak—but no words came. Only one thought echoed again and again in her mind, loud and clear despite the haze: I want him.

Unbeknownst to her, Frieda’s hand reached forward, instinctively trying to brush his face. But she shouldn’t have been able to—not from where she was seated. Or so she thought.

Her fingers grazed the warmth of his cheek, and in that instant, her eyes widened in realization. Without even noticing it, she had moved from her own seat to Alex’s couch. The space that once separated them had vanished; their bodies were nearly touching.

“S-Sorry,” she gasped, jolting backward instinctively. Despite her embarrassment, she didn’t return to her seat though. She remained beside him, still within reach.

“Don’t worry about it,” Alex said with a soft, reassuring smile, his voice warm, calm, almost inviting.

In that moment, whatever shame or hesitation she’d felt evaporated. Drawn once more by the invisible pull that bound her to him, Frieda leaned in, her heart pounding in her chest as she sealed her lips with his in a passionate, almost hungry kiss. 

She kissed him with all the heat of a woman who had been starving for years.

‘Oh?’ Alex raised a curious eyebrow, momentarily stunned.

When he had coated his face with a layer of lust energy, he had anticipated some kind of reaction from Frieda—a glance, a blush, maybe some teasing flirtation. But this? This was far beyond what he expected. Just before the kiss, he had noticed the dazed look in her eyes, the slackening of her breath. It was like she had fallen under a charm spell. 'Maybe I underestimated how potent this energy really is… or maybe the issue is Frieda herself.'

What Alex didn’t know, however, was that it was a combination of both. Lust energy wasn’t designed to override someone's free will—it couldn’t control thoughts or actions directly. But it exuded an alluring presence, a seductive pull that drew others in, especially those already teetering on the edge. Beside that, there was also the fact that Frieda’s mental fortitude wasn’t particularly strong to begin with. In addition, just minutes ago, she had genuinely considered offering herself to Alex. And most importantly, it had been years—long, aching years—since she had last felt this kind of desire for a man.

All those factors collided in the heat of the moment… and she gave in, swept away the instant she laid eyes on him.

Alex didn’t waste a single second pondering her reasons though. In truth, he didn’t really care. Not now. Not when she was moaning softly into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his and her hands clutching his shirt with need.

There was no way he’d let such an opportunity slip by.

Recalling the words of the goddess, who had once explained that women pleasured through lust energy often sought more of it—more of him—Alex moved deliberately.

His strong arm wrapped around Frieda’s waist, pulling her in until her full breasts pressed firmly against his chest. Then, focusing his energy, he coated his other hand in the shimmering aura of lust and slid it slowly down, resting it atop her exposed thigh.

In that moment, he couldn't be any happier that Frieda seemed to like wearing very revealing clothes, as his hand now had a direct path to her cunt thanks to the slit in her dress.

Alex didn’t go straight for her most intimate part, though. He wanted to excite her even more, which was why he began kissing Frieda back, matching her intensity as he himself grew more aroused by everything happening.

His hand, placed on her waist, coiled upward and tightly squeezed as it came in contact with the soft, full curve of Frieda’s breast, eliciting a muffled moan from her through their heated kiss.

Meanwhile, his other hand began rubbing the smooth, supple flesh of her thick thigh, each stroke moving higher until his fingers had completely disappeared beneath the fabric of her dress.

Frieda, who had been kissing and moaning all along, shuddered as she felt Alex’s fingers grazing against the swollen outer lips of her pussy, her breath hitching in response.

'Oh, she’s already this wet,' Alex thought, amazed. 'And no panties, I see.' A mental grin spread through him. 'This will only make things easier.'

Usually, with his wives or women he cared for, he took his time, savoring every second of their encounter. But things were different with Frieda. Firstly, he didn’t really have any feelings for her, and secondly, as time passed, he could feel his control over the lust energy fading.

It was as if he was on a timer, so Alex didn’t want to waste a single moment. The instant his fingers brushed against the slick entrance of Frieda’s cunt, he didn’t hesitate—he pushed his middle finger deep into her dripping heat, relishing the way her walls clenched around him.

“Mmmm—” Frieda moaned, her body jerking as she instinctively tried to pull away from the sudden intrusion. But Alex held her firmly, refusing to let her retreat even an inch. She had been the one to jump him first, and he wasn’t about to let her escape so easily.

Her struggles soon melted away, however, as waves of pleasure coursed through her body—every nerve alight with sensation, her skin burning with need, her core pulsing around his invading finger. 

'She is surprisingly tight,' Alex thought as he had trouble pushing his finger inside Frieda's burning and slippery cunt.

He had assumed that a woman like her, who resorted to seducing a man just to secure a business deal, would be accustomed to sleeping around. However, it seemed he had been wrong about her, at least in that regard.

Alex continued fingering Frieda, his finger sucked back inside her each time it slipped out, and soon, feeling she was ready for more, he added another finger inside her.

Frieda broke the kiss with Alex, and an almighty moan escaped her lips as she experienced pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt, even with her late husband.

"You are quite the pervert, lady Frieda," Alex said with a smirk, marveling at how wet she was down there. "To think you would just jump me out of nowhere, a complete stranger."

He thrust his fingers deeper, pushing them even further inside her tight cunt, reveling in the sensation of her walls attempting to resist his forward motion.

"Mmmhh~"

A low and guttural moan, filled with all the pleasure Frieda was experiencing, escaped her mouth. Her head tilted back, exposing her clear and vulnerable neck to Alex's view as she felt herself approaching her orgasm.

Alex could feel that Frieda was nearing her limit and would come any moment now.

Her whole body began to shake as the waves of her impending release could be felt.

However, right at the moment she felt she was just about to experience the biggest orgasm of her life, she felt Alex's fingers slip out of her pussy all at once.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, lady Frieda, you can't expect to have your release all alone now, can you?" Alex said, his tone teasing. "If you want me to make you feel good, then it's only fair that you make me feel good too, right?"

As the haze clouding her eyes slowly disappeared and she took in the sight of Alex staring down at her with a grin, Frieda understood.

'T-That man, he is no angel, he is the devil himself!'