They get some unwanted attention

The three of them walked back into the terminal, Ji-yeon’s arm around his waist, tits back under the crop top, shorts riding up her ass; Brooke on his other side, clinging to his arm, her bursting uniform drawing eyes she didn’t notice.

They found seats near Gate 72B, a row of hard plastic chairs facing the runway windows.

Edward sank into the middle one, still half-dazed, cock finally tucked away but still throbbing with aftershocks. Ji-yeon sat on his left, her bare thighs pressed to his, hand resting possessively on his knee. Brooke plopped down on his right, immediately leaning into him, her massive new tits still squishing against his arm, her head on his shoulder like they’d done this a thousand times.

Ji-yeon’s fingers traced lazy circles on his thigh. Brooke’s hand found his, interlacing their fingers, squeezing.

Edward cleared his throat, voice still rough. “Mom… could you get me something to eat? I’m starving.”

Ji-yeon’s face lit up, like he’d just asked her to do her favourite thing. “Of course, baby.” She stood at once, leaning down to kiss his forehead, her tits brushing his face again. “Mommy’ll be right back. Burger? Fries? Anything you want.” She didn’t wait for an answer, just smoothed his hair, gave Brooke a proud little smile, and hurried off toward the food court, hips swaying, shorts riding up with every step.

Brooke watched her go, then giggled, nuzzling closer. “Mom’s the best, huh, big bro?”

Edward turned to her, curiosity burning. “Hey… what do you remember from when we were kids?”

Brooke threw her head back and laughed, bright and bubbly, her tits bouncing with it. “Oh my God, you’re being so silly today.” She poked his chest playfully, then let her hand linger, fingers tracing down his shirt. “Like, remember when you taught me to ride a bike and I fell and you carried me all the way home? Or when we’d sneak into Mom’s room and you’d try her makeup on me?” She sighed happily, pressing her body tighter against his side, thigh over his. “You’ve always been my favorite person.”

Edward stared at her. None of that had happened. Not to him. Not to her.

But she believed it. Completely.

He felt a slow grin spread across his face. Logistics didn’t matter. The past didn’t matter. He had the power to change reality, why the fuck would he care about what used to be true?

Brooke didn’t notice his expression. She just kept touching him, hand on his chest, fingers playing with his collar, body molded to his like she couldn’t stand an inch of space between them.

He noticed a man staring at her with obvious lust in his eyes, Brooke noticed him too but she just rolled her eyes, muttering about how much she hated men and that this was why she preferred women.

And yet here she was **** for his touch, it felt quite funny to him.

Then a loud voice cut through the gate noise.

“Eww, I wonder what she sees in that loser. Can’t she do better?”

Edward’s head snapped toward the sound.

Fifteen feet away, a cluster of cheerleaders lounged across a row of seats, duffel bags at their feet, ponytails and ribbons in their hair. College team, maybe, uniforms bright and skimpy, skirts short, tops tight. All of them nineteen, twenty, twenty-one tops. Tanned legs, flat stomachs, perky tits. They looked like they owned the terminal.

The one who’d spoken, brunette, smug, legs crossed high to flash thigh, was staring right at Brooke, lips curled in disgust.

Another cheerleader snickered. “Right? Total weirdo.”

The loud one noticed Edward looking. Her eyes narrowed. “What the fuck are you staring at, creep? Look at your tramp, don’t even try to look at me.”

She flipped her hair, turned back to her friends, laughing like she’d won something.

Edward’s jaw tightened.

Brooke tensed against him, her flirty vibe flickering. “Ignore them,” she muttered, but her hand squeezed his tighter.

He didn’t say anything.

Just reached slowly into his pocket.

Phone in hand.

Edward snapped the picture when they weren’t looking, thumb quick, silent, catching the whole cluster of cheerleaders in one frame. Their laughter still rang out, sharp and mocking, the queen bee at the center flipping her hair.

He wanted them all.

A cheerleader harem, short skirts, ponytails, toned legs, all worshipping him, competing for his cock, bending over in those tiny uniforms just to get a look from Daddy. The thought made his dick twitch again, still half-hard from Ji-yeon’s hand and Brooke’s tits.

He opened the prompt box, fingers trembling with anticipation.

Then the screen flashed red.

Error: Multiple targets cannot be selected on a free plan.

A small gray box underneath: Upgrade to Pro for multi-target editing.

Edward frowned, swiping around the app interface. No store. No payment button. No “Upgrade” link. Just the error, mocking him. The free version had limits, apparently. Figures. Even god-like power came with a paywall.

He exhaled through his nose, jaw tight. Fine. One would have to do.

His eyes went straight back to the loud one, the brunette with the smug mouth and crossed legs. The one who’d called Brooke a tramp. The one who’d told him not to look at her.

Yeah. Her.

He tapped her figure in the frozen photo. The violet outline snapped around her alone.

Riley Thompson (19)

The prompt box opened, cursor blinking.