The next day at the academy dragged on, slower than usual. Asher could barely sit still. His thoughts kept drifting to the hunt planned for the evening. Not just any ordinary hunt, but a hunt to increase his business, one with his family. That anticipation had him completely disengaged from the mundane lectures, classmates, and campus chatter.

He found himself counting the seconds. Tapping his foot. Doodling meaningless circles in his notebook. Even when Anna leaned close to whisper something teasing in his ear, his mind wasn't fully there. Even when his degenerated friends argued as always on the silliest topics, he couldn't partake on them. And even when Madam Sarah slightly teased and opened her thighs for him when he looked her way, he couldn't get excited.

And then finally, when the final bell rang, he was already halfway out the door. He waited near the school gate with Anna at his side. His girlfriend was clinging to his arm, smiling up at him with warm eyes, not knowing she wouldn't get her usual, flirty and sweet walk home with him today.

Sharon appeared in the distance, sauntering toward them with her signature swagger. Her school uniform hugged her slim figure perfectly, her skirt just a little too short to be regulation. As always, she wore her smug expression like a crown, though now, her smug had grown a little tail lately since she wasn't getting bullied anymore.

Asher gently detached himself from Anna.

"Sorry, honey," he said, turning to her. "I can't walk you home today. Got some... family business to attend to today. You know how it goes"

Anna blinked, a little thrown off. She tried to hide her disappointment, nodding with a weak smile. She had been hoping that when he walked her home today, she'd invite him into her room for some alone time, playing games, chatting silly stuff, or maybe do something more. But now that fantasy has quickly crumbled.

"It's okay," she said, her voice light but eyes a little heavy. "I can walk myself home!"

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek quickly as if to say sorry. She lingered in place a moment longer before turning and heading off, her shoulders tense.

"Poor thing," Sharon said mockingly as she joined her brother. She doesn't know you don't just belong to her alone, big brother. That you belong to me too."

Asher shot her a glare. "Can you just... not?"

She giggled and hooked her arm around his, squeezing it possessively. "What? I'm just saying... She doesn't know what kind of a fun relationship you and l share. Or should we let her in?"

Asher rolled his eyes with a grumble as he began to walk away, Sharon holding his arm tightly with hers. He didn't pull away though. Her body pressed against him in a familiar, warm way. This kind of closeness wasn't new.

And Sharon was loving it too. It had been a while since she held onto his muscular arm like this. The contact sent a shiver through her, and honestly, it kinda turned her on.

They walked home, bantering softly, the kind of closeness between them as natural as it was questionable. When they stepped into the house, Onalenna's voice floated from her room, sweet and melodic as she hummed a tune.

"Mom! We're home!" Sharon chirped, swinging the door open.

"Welcome back, babies! Where's your brother?" Onalenna called out from her bedroom.

"Right here," Asher answered as he shut the door behind them.

"Good! There's food in the kitchen, but eat quick. We have a big hunt tonight!"

Neither sibling made a move toward the kitchen.

"We already ate at the academy cafeteria," Sharon called out. "You get ready while we change out of these uniforms!"

To Be honest, the anticipation of the hunt made neither of them hungry for some food.

Sharon turned and darted into her room, leaving her room door open as always.

As Asher headed to his room, his eyes flicked toward Sharon's door across the hall. He caught a glimpse of her mid-change, mindlessly peeling off her uniform. Her skirt slid down her legs in a soft whisper of fabric, pooling at her feet. Next came her blazer, then her shirt, revealing her naked chest beneath with no bra in sight. She never wore one. With how perky and petite her breasts were, she didn't need the support.

She turned her head and caught him staring.

"Enjoying the view, brother dearest?" she purred, her voice dripping with mischief. She gave her chest a little shake, playful and unashamed, though there was barely any bounce.

Asher snorted, tearing his gaze away. "Please. I've seen way better."

She gasped dramatically. "Rude!"

Asher retreated to his room, cheeks warm despite himself. He tried to shake the image of her sister's naked body from his head.

In her room, Sharon pouted as she stepped into her wardrobe. Her usual hunting light armor caught her eye, but she waved it off.

"No need to armor up for slime hunting," she muttered. "Besides, brother dearest will protect me."

She picked out an orange V-neck top, slightly loose, with enough give to hint at the shape of her chest underneath. Then her favorite bunny-print panties, a pair of tiny shorts, and calf-high brown boots. Her shirt hung long enough to be mistaken for a dress at first glance, but it clung in all the right places.

She looked in the mirror, grinning. "Perfect."

Meanwhile, in Onalenna's room, chaos reigned. Dresses, leather straps, and half-armored outfits lay strewn across the bed. Nothing looked right.

She tried on her battle armor. Too much.

A flowing sundress. Too soft.

A tight evening gown. Impossible to move in.

She clicked her tongue. Why was this so hard?

Maybe because this was their first hunt as a family. She'd hunted with Sharon plenty, but Asher had always been too fragile. Too weak. But now? Now he was stronger than all of them. And she found herself stressing over what to wear while hunting with him.

Finally, she slipped into tight black shorts that hugged her wide hips and thick thighs. A fitted T-shirt hugged her generous chest, and she tied her long dark hair into a ponytail. Her hunting boots finished the look.

She emerged just as Sharon did. Asher joined them moments later, fully dressed in a sleeveless tunic and his usual hunting gear.

He blinked. "You two going hunting or going to tease every man in Eldoria?"

His mother and sister were dressed to move, but their outfits left little to the imagination.

They looked undeniably sensual.

"Why not both?" Sharon chirped.

Asher shook his head but didn't argue. He was used to this. His family was… different. Carefree. Shameless.

They locked up the house and made their way to the Hunter's Guild. Hunting without an official quest was illegal, after all.

As they walked through the streets, all eyes were on them. The Reynolds family, once nobodies from the slums were now walking status symbols.

Whispers followed them.

"That's them," someone whispered. "The Reynolds."

"The guy runs Lick & Stick Enterprises, right?"

"Damn, look at his mom. She's in her forties? No way."

"And that little sister? Adorable."

Sharon's eye twitched. "Why does everyone assume I'm the youngest?"

"Because you look like you haven't hit twenty," Asher said with a grin.

"I am turning twenty, you goat-faced prick!"

Onalenna laughed, enjoying her children's banter. She silently wished this peace would last.

That her past wouldn't come back to ruin it.

The Hunter's Guild loomed ahead. Inside, the building buzzed with activity. Adventurers carried in loot, collected bounties, and took new quests.

Behind the reception desk, Clara scribbled in her ledger. Her eyes lit up when she saw Asher.

"Well, well. The full Reynolds squad," she said. "What can I help you with?"

"Slime hunt," Onalenna said simply.

Clara raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking to Asher. Slimes. Of course. She knew what he used them for. But to think he'd go hunt for them with his family?

Still, she smiled and wrote out the quest. "One moment... Here you go."

She handed them the approval slip, but then paused.

"Oh! Almost forgot. Word from the academy is that Asher has reached S-rank. We've been planning a celebration. You'll get your new Hunter's ID at the event, and your old C-rank will be retired."

Sharon clapped. "Yes!!"

Finally, with how high her family was climbing, she knew she could now get as cicky as she wanted, and no one will say shit. Especially those noble bitches who used to bully her.

Asher raised a brow. "A party, huh? Not my thing, but... sure. Might be fun."

He was already imagining the boost to his name. More fame. More recognition. Maybe even more customers for his business.

"You'll be getting a full guild plaque too," Clara added.

He nodded and turned to leave, his mother and sister falling in step beside him. The guild hall grew quiet as they walked. People stared, whispering.

He recognized some of the faces. Hunters who'd once mocked him for claiming he killed a Behemoth. Who said he was weak. A joke. A liar.

Now, those same people watched him like a god.

He slid his hands into his pockets and smirked. Walked like he owned the world.

"You've got admirers now, brother dearest," Sharon whispered.

He chuckled. "Not enough. I want more."

Onalenna ruffled his hair. "Getting greedy, aren't we?"

He flashed her a toothy grin. "I want the whole world."

The women laughed softly beside him as the forest loomed ahead, welcoming them to their adventure!!

And it sure as hell was about to get really..... "adventurous"

TBC