MILF Paradise System

"I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, bro," I said to Michael, keeping my expression blank.

Michael smirked like he didn’t believe a word of it.

"Bro, you don’t have to play dumb. I know what kind of horny motherfucker you are," he said, his eyes already drifting past me. "But damn... her body looks so soft. I wish I could squeeze that ass. Just look at that, motherfucker..."

He openly stared at Maya’s thick ass, making no effort to hide the way his gaze lingered on the soft curves under her saree. Maya noticed. She shifted uncomfortably and adjusted the drape of her saree over her shoulder, pulling the fabric a little tighter as Michael continued staring without shame.

I shot him a sharp look.

"Bro, she already thinks you’re a creep. Just stop staring," I told him firmly.

Michael finally dragged his eyes away from Maya, though the grin on his face didn’t fully disappear. Then his tone shifted into something more serious, mixed with curiosity.

"Anyway, bro... what’s up with Neil?" he asked. "He called me earlier crying his lungs out. He didn’t really explain anything... he just kept saying your name and calling you a motherfucker over and over. Did that happen again?"

The question hung in the air between us.

Michael already knew about the first time. He knew I had fucked Judy when she once came over to scold me. Now the idiot Neil had called him in tears and dropped enough hints for Michael to put the pieces together.

The way Neil had desperately repeated my name while sobbing was probably all Michael needed to realize something had happened again, and that was likely the real reason he had shown up at my building out of nowhere. He hadn’t come just to take pictures of the view.

He had come to dig for the truth... or at least to get the full story of whatever had left Neil broken and crying over the phone.

"Nothing happened, bro. He’s just a crybaby, you know? I might have hurt his feelings accidentally," I lied smoothly. Of course I knew exactly what had really hurt Neil today, and it had nothing to do with simple feelings.

Michael didn’t look fully convinced, but he let the topic drop for the moment and switched to something more practical.

"Anyway, let’s have dinner, bro. I’m starving. Won’t you treat me to something good? It’s my first time visiting your place," he said with an easy grin.

I shook my head.

"Bro, I’ll treat you to something later at college. Now’s not the right time," I replied, trying to shut the idea down before it went any further.

Michael wasn’t ready to let the conversation die completely. He raised his voice just enough for anyone nearby to hear him.

"Yeah, nice work, bro. Did you all know Alex is even here because I was the one who told him about this place?" he announced loudly, clearly enjoying the attention.

Max walked forward with a friendly smile and extended his hand.

"Really, Alex? Then he must be your best friend. Hey bro, I’m Max. Nice to meet you," Max said as he shook Michael’s hand. Both of them looked equally clueless standing there, grinning at each other like a pair of idiots.

Michael returned the handshake but tilted his head slightly.

"Nice to meet you, bro... but who the hell are you?" he asked, even while still gripping Max’s hand.

Max didn’t take any offense. He answered casually, completely open about the situation.

"Oh, I’m just visiting Alex. My mom knows Alex from somewhere, and we were in town to explore colleges, so Alex invited us here," he explained.

Michael’s eyes flicked toward me for a brief second. A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he connected the dots in his head.

"Oh... I’m sure your mom knows Alex real good," Michael said, the double meaning clear in his tone even if Max didn’t catch it.

Before the implication could hang in the air too long, Michael clapped his hands together and shifted the topic again.

"Anyway, I’m really starving, bro. Let’s at least grab some snacks," he said.

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Max immediately nodded, eager to be helpful.

"Wait — Alex said the maids next door might make dinner for us," he added, glancing toward the neighboring apartment.

"Wait... are there maids in your building? Damn," Michael said, his interest immediately rising at the mention of it.

Max nodded casually, completely unaware of how Michael’s mind worked.

"Yeah, bro. This lady is the maid of this building," he explained, gesturing toward her.

Michael turned toward Maya with a sudden shift in attitude, straightening up as if he had just remembered basic manners.

"Oh, hell no... thanks for guiding me to where Alex was, Mrs....?" he asked, clearly waiting for her name.

"I’m Maya," she replied politely. Then she looked at me. "Alex, sir, I’ll set the dinner for you all. I’ve already prepared it."

I gave her a small nod.

"Okay, Maya. Let’s go in. Maya will take care of everything," I said, motioning for Michael and Max to step inside the apartment.

Michael flashed her one more grin as he walked past.

"Let’s go, bro. And Mrs. Maya... I can’t wait to eat what you made. I know it’s gonna be finger-lickin’ good," he said, clearly trying to act smooth in front of her.

Maya only offered him a small, polite smile before turning and heading back into her own apartment to finish preparing the food. Once she was gone, Michael, Max, and I stepped fully inside the unit where Max and his mother were going to stay the night. I shut the door behind us.

Michael and Max immediately walked over to the sofa and dropped down onto it like they already owned the place. I remained standing near the middle of the room, still wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around my waist.

My actual clothes were still inside the bathroom, the same bathroom Heather had not yet come out of.