"Is this all you get for singing all night? It's not enough to buy cosmetics!" scolded Mrs. Grace.

"That's all I get, you don't have to scold me like this," Kelly wailed.

"How can I not be angry, huh? I've offered you a job that could make you rich, but you always turn it down," Mrs. Grace was getting angry at Kelly for always fighting her.

"I don't want that job, mom! I'm afraid my sins will increase," Kelly argued.

"Hey, don't be a saint, nowadays there are women who are still virgins at a young age. If you're still thinking about sin, your life will continue to be miserable like this. And where is there anyone who cares about us who are poor. If only you had accepted this job, in a short time our lives would have been elevated and we would have become respected people," Mrs. Grace's gaze sharpened on Kelly.

"Mother, not only do I fear sin, but I pity Father. If I do the job you're offering, Dad will be dragged down and bear the sin too," Kelly replied with an excuse.

"What are you saying? Your father can't do anything. What can he do with his condition getting worse? Every day he's bedridden, and I take care of all his needs. Until I feed him and wash his poop.

As for you, what can you do for your father?"

"All my time is spent earning money, mom! I really want to take care of him," replied Kelly, who had tears in her eyes.

Mrs. Grace grabbed Kelly's long hair and yelled at her,

"Where's your day's work, huh?

It doesn't take me all day to earn money."

Kelly's half-brother Brandon helped his mother pull Kelly's long hair.

"Mercy, mom! I really can't do the job you're offering," Kelly continued to wail at her stepmother.

"You fool, you! How long are you going to treat your father's illness if you keep doing that job as a cafe singer? How much do you think your father's surgery cost, huh? One million? Two million?" snapped Mrs. Grace.

"Never mind, Kelly, you'll just have to do what mom wants. Instead of singing all day and not even having enough to eat," Brandon said.

Hearing her brother's words, Kelly was devastated.

She hoped her brother would defend her against her stepmother's coercion.

"How could you, Brandon! I'm your brother, you have the heart to turn me in too." Kelly looked at her sister with sadness.

"I'm not your sister! I don't have a brother like you who always defies mom's orders. If only you would obey mom's wishes, I would consider you as my brother." Brandon snapped as his hand continued to grab Kelly's long hair.

Since Mrs. Grace was already furious, she dragged Kelly into the bathroom and poured cold pool water over her body.

Brandon also helped his mother splash the helpless Kelly. Kelly, who was still wearing her clothes, was wet from the cold as a result of being splashed by her mother and half-sister.

Kelly's biological father, who was lying in bed, could not do anything to hear his biological daughter being tortured by her stepmother.

Mr. Hasim has been bedridden for five years due to a stroke.

Mr. Hasim could only shed his tears hearing the wailing and moaning of his biological son.

Brandon was his stepson by his second wife, Grace.

Kelly sat crying in the corner of the bathroom.

Mrs. Grace came into her room and cursed Mr. Hasim who was lying weakly on his bed.

"Your son is so stupid, father! I'm tired of telling him to serve the big bosses. If only he would obey my wishes, we would be rich in no time. And you would be able to go to the hospital without any shortage of money. If this continues, you will forever be bedridden unable to enjoy life.

I myself am tired of taking care of you, while your son spends his time singing for little money."

Mr. Hasim was about to speak, but only his mouth was open without any sound.

Kelly, who heard her stepmother swearing at her father, rushed out of the bathroom and headed to her father's room.

Once Kelly was in her father's room, she immediately hugged her father while replying to her stepmother's cursing at her father.

"Mom! Why are you the target of your anger, mom? If you want to be angry, be angry with me! Poor dad, if only he hadn't had a stroke, maybe we wouldn't be living in such poverty. And you don't need to force me to accept the job you're offering me."

"Again Mrs. Grace grabbed Kelly's long hair in front of her father as she cursed him,

"Look Hasim! This son of yours is very stubborn, never follows and obeys his parents."

"Mercy, mother! Don't hurt father, he has done nothing wrong. Please let me go, mom!" wailed Kelly.

"You want your father to recover? Obey my orders and take the job at all costs," ordered Mrs. Grace.

"I told you, I can't, mom! I'd rather die than prostitute myself," Kelly replied.

Mr. Hasim could only hear and see his daughter being abused by her stepmother. But he could not say or do anything. He could only lie on his bed with tears in his eyes.

"What? Would you rather die? So what's the difference between prostituting yourself and committing suicide? Do you think committing suicide can solve all your problems? Don't you consider how great the sin of suicide is? You stupid woman! You always say you're afraid of sin, yet you want to kill yourself. Do you know the sin of suicide? Tell me, is the sin of prostitution or suicide greater?" Mrs. Grace gave Kelly a choice of questions.

"I know the sin, mom! But for me it is more honorable to kill myself than to prostitute myself," Kelly replied.

"What, you talk about honor, huh? Where was your father's honor when your mother left him? Don't talk about honor in front of me when you don't understand the meaning of honor yourself! Still, your sins won't be forgiven if you commit suicide. It's different if you become a prostitute, you can repent and still be forgiven. Do you understand?" snapped Mrs. Grace.

What Mrs. Grace said is true. Suicide is a sin that God will not forgive, while prostitution can still be forgiven by repentance.

Kelly thought about all the words spoken by her stepmother.

Kelly thinks that all of her stepmother's words make sense and can be accepted with common sense.

Kelly herself understood very well, that the act of suicide would not be forgiven her sins, even if she repented a thousand times.

On the other hand, she does not want to prostitute herself even though the pay is high as promised by her stepmother.

On the other hand, her father needed money for his operation.

Like a simalakama fruit, Kelly is in a high state of indecision.

If suicide were not a sin, she would choose it without hesitation.

If prostitution were not a sin, she would also choose it without hesitation.

Mr. Hasim who heard the argument between his daughter and his wife, seemed to want to say something. But all his words could only be done in his heart.

"Daughter, let father die! Don't sacrifice your honor just for money. Defend what you have to defend. Don't be tempted by your stepmother's seduction."

Those were the words of Mr. Hasim's heart that only he knew without being heard by his daughter or his wife.

Mrs. Grace grabbed Kelly's hair again and told her to get out of her room.

"Get out of my room! I want you to rethink my offer. Don't let me do things you don't want me to!"

Suddenly someone entered the house without greeting and knocked on the door.

Mrs. Grace, who saw him walk in, scolded him,

"What a habit you have, Aldo! You never knock on the door when you come in."

The man who was called Aldo by Mrs. Grace just chuckled as he answered lightly,

"Hehehe, it's like you just know me, Grace? It's been a long time since I've felt your smooth body again."

Aldo looked at Kelly who was crying in the corner of the living room.

Then he asked Mrs. Grace,

"How is it, Grace? Has she accepted the job you offered her?" Aldo pointed at Kelly.

"That girl is too stubborn, Aldo! I don't know how to persuade her anymore. The only reason she won't accept is because she's afraid of sin," Mrs. Grace replied.

"What? Hahaha, fear of sin she says?" Aldo turned to Kelly with a sneer.

"Huh, you only come here when you want to! When you get what you want, you just leave," Mrs. Grace complained.

"Hahaha even so, I'll still pay you," Aldo said as he hugged Mrs. Grace from behind.

"Or should we just show her our game?" Aldo coaxed, glaring at Kelly.

"Huh, you don't even pay much, just enough to buy my powder," whined Mistress Grace spoiledly.

"Hahaha, if you want a big payday, serve the big bosses, after all, no big boss wants a woman like you, Grace" Aldo teased while laughing at Mistress Grace.

"Damn you! Even though I'm almost half a century old, I'm no less good at serving young girls," Mrs. Grace praised herself.

"Hahaha, whatever you say, I've been forced by Mr. Drake to find a young girl. Too bad your stepson is stubborn. If you served him just once, the pay would be great and you'd be filthy rich," Aldo said.

Mrs. Grace glared at Kelly as she snapped back,

"Hey you! Go earn some money, don't stay in the house like your father."

Kelly, who was sitting in the corner of the living room, stood up and left the house.

Kelly was planning to visit her best friend Anisa.

Aldo continued to watch Kelly's body and face, which looked beautiful even after crying.

"Oh my! Grace, she looks beautiful even when she's crying. I've never seen a girl who was crying look as beautiful as she does," Aldo said.

"You just came here to compliment her? So when are you going to start making love to me?" Mistress Grace pinched Aldo's right cheek which made Aldo groan in pain.

"Ouch, my cheek hurts! Watch out, I'll give you pain like you've never imagined before." Aldo threatened as he crushed Mrs. Grace's lips.

Mrs. Grace returned Aldo's lips as her hand began to be pulled into her room.

"Hey, where are you taking me? Isn't your husband in your room?" asked Aldo, stopping his kiss.

"What can he do? He can only watch us making out without being able to do anything. Are you afraid of people who can't move or talk?" Mrs. Grace teased.

"Hahaha, you're right. Why didn't we do it a long time ago?" replied Aldo as he glared at Mrs. Grace's wide open room.

"You're the one who's insensitive when I invite you in there!" she pointed at her room.

"So do you want to play next to her or on the floor?" Aldo was still confused.

"How about we move the bed downstairs?" Madame Grace suggested to Aldo.

"Hahaha you're smart too, Grace! And what if we record all our scenes? I guarantee everyone will be stunned to see us making out in front of your husband. And most importantly, my content will get a lot of views," Aldo made an even crazier suggestion from Mrs. Grace.

"You're crazy, Aldo, you're the one who benefits from your content and I get, what?" Mistress Grace sulked.

"You'll get the pleasure I'm about to give you in a moment. And this time, I will pay you double." Aldo replied while patting his chest.

"Huh, you're only half an hour strong at best." said Mistress Grace as she wrapped her arms around Aldo's neck.

"You really underestimate my strength, let's prove how long you can last." Said Aldo whose lips began to crush Mrs. Grace's lips.

"If you lose first, how about it?" mocked Mrs. Grace.

"Hahaha, how could I lose! Never mind, don't talk too much! You just move the bed next to her husband downstairs.

I'll set up a video camera to record all our scenes.

If this is successful, I will give you thirty percent of the revenue from the content I will create," explained Aldo who was looking forward to making love with Mrs. Grace.

Mrs. Grace's age is almost half a century. But her body still looks plump and toned thanks to the routine maintenance she does every month.

Aldo, on the other hand, was not much different from Mistress Grace. Their age difference was only five years, Aldo was still forty-one, while Mistress Grace was forty-six.

They didn't care about the age difference, all they were after was carnal pleasure.

Mrs. Grace had already moved the bed to the floor and given him a fresh sheet.

Meanwhile, Aldo had laid himself down on the mattress that Mrs. Grace had just placed.

Mr. Hasim who was on the bed could only scream in his heart.

He knew exactly what his wife was going to do with Aldo.

Aldo had already set up the video camera to record the scene he was going to do with Mistress Grace.

"When are you going to take your clothes off, Grace?" asked Aldo who started to undress himself.

Before making love to Aldo, Mistress Grace looked at her husband and said,

"Forgive me, Hasim! I did all this to make a living. I can't stand the way you are. How long will you remain bedridden, Hasim?

If you could talk, you could persuade Kelly to accept the job I offered her."

"How long will your lecture last, Grace?" Aldo began to pull on Madame Grace's hand until she fell on top of him.

"You're never patient, Aldo! Just relax a little," Madame Grace complained.

"I've been patient since I came here, but you keep lecturing your stepdaughter and your husband.

Your own husband can't talk back to you, so why do you bother talking to him?"

"Even if he can't say anything back, at least he can hear and feel it," Mrs. Grace replied.

"Should I be the one to undress you, Grace?" asked Aldo who was underneath Mistress Grace's body.

"Hihihi, I want to know how you undress me, Aldo!" teased Mistress Grace.

Mr. Hasim groaned as he glanced under his bed.

His wife was struggling with another man before his very eyes.

If Mr. Hasim could speak, he would say,

"I'm not forbidding you to have sex with another man. I am no longer able to be a husband who gives inner satisfaction to my wife. But if you want to do it, don't do it in front of my eyes."

That's what Mr. Hasim's heart would say if he wanted to say it with his lips.

Aldo began to crush Mrs. Grace's lips ferociously, his hands also stripped Mrs. Grace's clothes one by one.

Mistress Grace returned Aldo's warm kiss and thrust her tongue into Aldo's mouth.

Aldo crushed Mistress Grace's tongue in his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, all of Mistress Grace's clothes fell off her body.

Her naked body without a single thread made Mr. Hasim even hotter to see her.

Mistress Grace reached down and squeezed Aldo's eggplant.

Aldo didn't want to be outdone, he also reached his hand down, his finger began to pierce Mistress Grace's lower lip.

Aldo's kisses intensified to Mistress Grace's neck which made her sigh with wet tingles.

Aldo turned to the video camera beside him.

"Come on Aldo, you were the impatient one, weren't you? Now you're making fun of me." complained Mrs. Grace as she took a big and long mouthful of Aldo's eggplant.

"Oh my, Aldo, what kind of medicine are you taking to make your eggplant so big and long?" Mrs. Grace looked at Aldo's big and long eggplant.

"Mine have always been big and long, Grace! You just never noticed, you're just waiting to get in," Aldo said with a sigh as his eggplant was quickly sucked by Mistress Grace.

Seeing the hot scene in front of his eyes, Mr. Hasim began to shed tears. His wife's sighs made him feel even more guilty.

If he hadn't had a stroke, he might be the one making love to his wife right now.

Mrs. Grace squeezed the two eggs under Aldo's eggplant.

"Your eggs are pretty big too, Aldo! I wish I could chew them up and swallow them whole," said Mistress Grace.

Mistress Grace took the two eggs and chewed them like a person eating.

Meanwhile, her right hand continued to quickly shake Aldo's eggplant.

Aldo's two hands also squeezed Mrs. Grace's melon and rolled the tip of the melon with his two fingers.

"Grace, look at the camera!" Aldo pleaded.

Mrs. Grace stared at the camera as she sucked on Aldo's saliva-drenched eggplant.

"Keep looking at the camera, Grace!"

Madame Grace licked the tip of the eggplant with the tip of her tongue.

Mr. Hasim couldn't bear to watch the scene of his wife struggling with another man.

He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, but he could not.

Only his heart cried and screamed, his mouth could only gasp like a fish deprived of water silently.

Aldo turned to Mr. Hasim and asked,

"What? Do you have something to say to both of us?

Oh sorry, I forgot that you can't speak. But I'm sure you can hear what I'm saying, right?"

Then Aldo turned Mistress Grace's body around, now on top of her.

Aldo lowered his face to Mistress Grace's groin, then he parted Mistress Grace's lower lip with his two fingers.

Aldo began licking Mistress Grace's lower lip with the tip of his tongue.

Mistress Grace sighed as her hands grabbed Aldo's long hair, as long as her bottom hair.

Mistress Grace stomped her ass as Aldo's licks tickled her.

"Aaaks... You're really good with your tongue, Aldo!" praised Mistress Grace.

Aldo ignored Mistress Grace's words, he continued to play his tongue on Mistress Grace's lower lip.

"Oooh, Aldo, I can't take it anymore! Hurry up and come?" moaned Mistress Grace.

Mr. Hasim's tears became even more intense as he heard his wife's sighs and moans.

"What's in it, Grace?" asked Aldo pretending to be pilon.

"Damn you, Aldo, you're making me suffer, hurry up and put it in!"

"I don't know what you mean, Grace! What's in and where is it in?" Aldo was still toying with Mrs. Grace until she whined for a direct vote.

"You son of a bitch, Aldo, keep up the dumb pretense. I'll get back at you later!" threatened Mrs. Grace whose lust was at its peak.

"Patience, darling! I haven't even finished pulverizing your lower lip yet. I want your husband to hear your arousing sighs. Maybe by now your husband's eggplant has risen to its feet," Aldo explained as he removed the sarong covering Mr. Hasim's body.

"Wow! What did I tell you? Look Grace, your husband's eggplant is standing up. Don't you want to go up there?" Aldo teased.

"Damn you, Aldo, you're playing me on purpose, don't make me wait! Hurry up and get in, Aldo!" Mrs. Grace felt her lust could not be contained anymore.

Finally Aldo obeyed the will of Mrs. Grace who could not hold back any longer.

Aldo began to straighten his slightly bent eggplant towards Mistress Grace's lower lip.

The tip of the eggplant was placed on the edge of Mistress Grace's lower lip. With slow movements, Aldo pushed his eggplant into the dark cave.

Finally, Aldo's eggplant went all the way into Mistress Grace's cave.

You son of a bitch, Aldo, you're so strong, I'm exhausted," Mistress Grace pleadingly acknowledged Aldo's strength.

"I told you, you will lose Grace," Aldo proudly replied to Mrs. Grace's complaint.

Meanwhile, Mr. Hasim could only scream inwardly, unable to see the scene before his eyes. Meanwhile, Kelly was still sitting in the corner of the living room with tears in her eyes.

Kelly wanted to go away with her father, leaving her mother and half-sister behind.

Kelly could not do much, because her father could not move at all, let alone walk.

Suddenly Mrs. Grace and Aldo came out of the room and approached Kelly who was cowering in the corner of the living room.

Suddenly Kelly was terrified to see them coming out of the room with unfriendly faces. But Kelly still tried to calm her troubled heart.