JHARIED'S MOMMY'S POV
We are so eager to have a grandchild! Who wouldn't be, right? We're getting older. When I have a grandchild, I want it to be a girl—beautiful, of course, taking after her mother, father, grandmother, and grandfather, right? You better say yes! Just kidding.
They are both of age now, so it's allowed.
Even though we're aware Filia is stressed, I'm sorry my dear daughter-in-law, we're just so desperate for a grandchild we are all uniting for this.
"What's our plan?" Filia's mom asked. You are clearly excited, my friend.
"Let's lock them in one room," my brilliant husband said. His mind can work incredibly fast when it comes to things like this.
"Then what??", asked my friend and I simultaneously.
"They'll make our grandchild already!" answered the two fools together. We hit them both on the head.
"You fools! It needs some thrill! We need to make them feel warm first. If they start to feel the heat, then that's it, our plan is a success," I told them. They scratched the back of their heads.
"We need to get both of them drunk," suggested Filia's dad.
"That's right, that's right. We'll make them sleep here tonight," my husband agreed.
"What else are we waiting for? Let's go!" my friend and I shouted together.
All four of us got up and moved out to implement the plan.
We went upstairs to prepare the room for the two of them for tonight. I am so excited about what's going to happen.
Something must be conceived tonight, and it absolutely can't fail, because surely, we will never see an opportunity such as this.
My friend and I prepared Jharied's room, while the other two were busy in the adjacent room where the drinking session would take place.
"I hope this plan doesn't fail, dear," she said, smiling at me while placing the new pillowcases.
"Just have faith! Success is in our hands. Why else would we have reached this point?" I told her, smirking.
The room was ready, and we were stepping out when we ran into the two of them.
"What's going on?" they asked in unison. Indeed, they are married; they match each other perfectly. In fact, they had to ask the question together.
"Come on, let's have a drink since we are all here," I said. An expression that was a mix of annoyance and confusion was etched on their faces.
"Don't be shy; it's just us. It's not like you two don't drink alcohol," my husband insisted.
They looked at each other. I smiled to myself.
I grabbed the beer my friend had just opened. I secretly put the appetite enhancer in it for later.
Smiling, I handed them each a beer; they each took one. They really had no choice but to drink it.
"Perhaps we can plan an outing so that we can relax," said Filia's dad.
"That's right, it's been so long since we last bonded," I agreed.
"What do you think, Jharied and Filia?" he inquired of them.
"It's up to you," they said in perfect sync, before downing their liquor. Filia almost let her eyes slip shut. Hmm, my daughter-in-law doesn't seem used to alcohol. Our plan might be accelerated.
This looks exciting, and I can already smell success.
After an hour, they had had several bottles each. Both were quite drunk. It seems like our scheme is going to work; these four are ready to celebrate with us right now.
"Mommy, Filia and I are going home," Jharied said, his eyes barely open. I smirked.
"You'll sleep here. It's late and you're drunk." He didn't reply. I looked at Filia, she was drunk, just slumped over. I smiled.
I immediately nudged the three of them.
"Let's go," I urged. My friend and I helped Filia, while the other two helped Jharied.
"Sleep well, you two, okay?" I said happily as we guided them to the room.
"Yes," Filia said shortly. They opened the door. They laid Jharied on the bed, and we laid Filia down as well.
"Mom, hic please turn hic on the air hic con hic," Filia said with her eyes closed so that her dad immediately switched on the aircon.
"Do your best to make our grandchild, okay?" we said before leaving the room.
JHARIED'S POV
I gripped my head. I haven't been this drunk before, and I was burning up.
"It's hot hic it's hot hic," Filia whined. I ignored her. I wasn't the only one feeling the heat.
I looked at her. Her eyes were closed, and she was restless.
"Turn hic on hic the aircon," she ordered. I gave her an angry stare but got up from the bed nonetheless. Dizzy as I was, I turned the aircon full blast. Freeze, you little bossy boots! How dare you order me around!
"It's still hot," she complained.
"Fan me, Jharied," she ordered once more.
I looked for a fan but couldn't find one. I closed my eyes because the feeling was getting strange.
When I looked over at Filia, she had taken her top off. She was just in her bra. She was so hot, damn it.
What I saw made me feel even hotter. Shit, shit, shit!
"Why are you staring at me like that? You have a crush on me, right?" she asked, smirking as her eyes were drowsy.
"How dare you! Me? Have a crush on you? As if! You're ugly," I shot back. Damn it, it's so hot.
"I'm ugly? You're ugly too! What the heck? Did you turn off the aircon? It's hot," she complained again.
"I didn't turn it off, no, it's on full blast," I answered, annoyed.
"You have a crush on me, right? Just admit it already," she slurred, her eyes blinking slowly.
"No! You are really full of yourself!" I snapped at her.
"You're burning up because of me." She winked. I just poker-faced. She is a total different person when she's drunk!
"Even more so, no!" She didn't respond. She gave me a crazy smile. I was staring at her. She really was hot, f*ck.
Argh, what am I thinking-but she's so hot, damn it!
I felt an intense, strange heat. Damn it, why is it so hot? I stood up and went to the door.
I tried to leave because it was genuinely too hot; I could not open it.
The heck with it, why wouldn't it open? What stupid joke is this!
I was startled when someone hugged me from behind. It was Filia. What is this woman up to?
I removed her arms and turned to face her.
My eyes dropped to her chest. Sh*t! I swallowed hard.
O, temptation, O, temptation, come not nigh me!
She just kept smiling at me.
Sht, don't be like that, Filia, I might not be able to control myself.* She took a step toward me. I stepped back. She stepped forward again. I backed up again.
She bit her lip as she gazed at me. I swallowed again.
She took another step. I was about to back up, but I had nowhere left to go.
Sht, sht, do something, Jharied! This can't happen! She is totally different when she's drunk.
She must have had a split personality when drunk. She brought her face close to mine, and I could smell her alcohol-scented breath.
She looked at my lips, and I did the same to hers. She held my face. F*ck, I can't take this anymore. I immediately captured her lips in a deep kiss. She responded instantly.
Let it happen, regardless of the consequences. I won't be able to control myself anymore.
She came to me. Who am I to refuse? I'm burning up, too.
I picked her up. She wrapped her thighs around my waist and held onto my neck. I supported her.
When we reached the bed, I laid her down gently. I didn't stop kissing her.
My kisses moved down her neck. I pulled off my shirt.
I moved over her and kissed her lips again. We kissed for a long time until my kisses moved down to her neck. She moaned and pulled at my hair.
My kisses moved down to her chest. I gently kissed her nipples. She arched her back and closed her eyes.
I smirked. This is my chance, and I don't care if she hates me later. All that matters is that we've done it.
I will do everything to make sure a baby is conceived tonight. It has to happen.
I took the rest of her clothes off. I took mine off, too.
I moved over her, and we just stared into each other's eyes, breathless.
"I'm going to enter," I whispered softly to her. She bit her lip while I rubbed myself against her entrance.
"Ahh, Jharied," she moaned. It only made me hotter. Her groan sounded like music to my ears.
I made her bite the blanket and I entered her. She gasped in pain, and tears streamed down the side of her eyes.
I stopped moving to give her time to adjust. I removed the blanket from her mouth and kissed her deeply.
I could feel how tightly she gripped me. It was so tight. I could barely pull myself out.
I slowly began to thrust. She kept moaning.
Darn it the heat somehow feels so strange that it's driving me crazy. Her moans only added to my excitement, like music to my ears. Fuck shit, Filia!
I was almost closing my eyes going inside her, feeling how tight she was. I changed my position, grasping her hips as I continued to drive into her.
I watched her body move as I thrust. F*ck, this is amazing. She's so tight. I quickened up my rhythm. She struggled to find a place she could rest her head.
"I'm cumming," she gasped. I went even faster because I was close, too.
"Me too, I'm cumming," I had said in a hoarse tone. I tightened my grip on her hips. The next moment, I knew I was about to let go. I thrust as deep as possible.
"Ahh," we both groaned in unison. Breathless, I stared at her with my eyes closed. I still had not pulled myself out of her. I was still hard.
"Another round," I said, smirking at her.