Nine months later

Nine months later, Bakako lies in the hospital bed, her body glistening with sweat as she pushes out another child.

Your child.

The boy is born healthy, his tiny fists waving in the air, and his hair is unmistakably blonde. Just like yours.

Your stepmother has just given birth to your son.

Your fat, juicy nine-inch Russian cock had claimed her womb that week your father was away, not his pathetic four-inch Japanese one.

Your seed had taken root inside her, not his.

You had filled her so thoroughly, so deeply, that your sperm had won the race, leaving your father’s useless swimmers in the dust.

A smug, triumphant pride swells in your chest as you gaze down at the newborn. "Anatoly." That’s the name you’ve chosen for the son you made with your stepmom, the living proof of the nights you spent with your cock buried inside her, fucking her raw while your father was away on his business trip.

Your dad stands frozen in the doorway, his face pale as he takes in the scene.

He had spent the last nine months convinced this child was his, that Bakako’s swelling belly carried his third son. But the blonde hair leaves no room for doubt. The baby looks nothing like him, nothing like your half-brother Haruto. Instead, he’s the spitting image of you.

You can’t resist the urge to smirk, your eyes locking onto your father’s as you silently gloat. My sperm won, dad! My cock satisfied your sexy young wife! My son is in her arms! His tiny Japanese dick never stood a chance against your thick, Russian monster.

Your dad’s voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. "I can’t afford another divorce! The boy might not be my son... but my grandson is still my blood."

He swallows hard, the reality sinking in. He’s been cucked. By his own son.

And rather than face the humiliation of another messy, expensive divorce, especially after your mother, Irina, bled him dry the last time, he chooses to look the other way. The defeat in his eyes is palpable, but he knows he’s powerless.

You lean in, your voice dripping with challenge. "Let’s see which one of us will be the father of her next baby, Dad!" Your grin widens as his face pales further, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He has no response, no comeback. He’s been defeated, and he knows it.

Bakako, still flushed from childbirth, looks up at you with a knowing, satisfied smile. She knows whose cock pleased her best. Whose seed fertilized her egg. Whose son she’s cradling in her arms. And who she wants to fuck more between her husband and stepson.

And you have a feeling the fun has only just begun.