The Omnistore System



With the date all set, Kevin, and his family made their way back home. Each of them went about their own business. Kevin decided it was time for a shower. His mother seemed a bit peeved as she headed to the kitchen, and Riya was just lazing around, fiddling with her watch.

Kevin, after a relaxing shower, emerged feeling refreshed. He didn't notice his mother's discontent. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he hollered upstairs to his sister, "Hey Riya, the bathroom's all yours now!" while heading up the stairs himself.

"On my way," Riya chimed with a grin, setting her watch aside. She couldn't help but notice Kevin's physique as she looked at him in surprise. "Getting into the workout groove, huh?" She gave his muscles an appreciative nod, gently poking his pecs. "Looking pretty solid there."

"Sure thing, it's all about dedication," Kevin replied, flexing his biceps proudly.

Riya didn't believe him a bit as she said, "yeah, dedication my ass." as she know it was all because of cultivation and this made curiosity got the better of her as she asked,  "Can I get muscles like that if I start cultivating too?"

"It's a bit complicated," Kevin began. "Different cultivation techniques have different effects. Some enhance beauty, some focus on muscles, and others have a more comprehensive approach, improving various aspects."

Riya was intrigued as she inquired, "So, what does your cultivation technique emphasize?"

Kevin flashed a grin and said, "Well, my cultivation technique is a bit different. It makes you look prettier and pumps up your muscles. That's why I'm turning into a total hunk, you see."

Riya playfully smacked his face and teased, "Yeah, keep dreaming,"

"don't be like this, ask mom? Mom, tell her I am more handsome now," he asked maria who was cutting vegetables with a stern face.

Maria, still focused on cutting vegetables, responded in a nonchalant tone, "Why ask me? You've got your girlfriends to give you an opinion."

Kevin, feeling confused by Maria's sudden change in behavior, turned to Riya for answers. Riya shrugged and went to the washroom.

Kevin, still puzzled, approached Maria and gently hugged her around the waist. He asked, "Hey, Mom, what's going on? Why the cold treatment?"

Maria tried to dismiss her changed demeanor, saying, "what cold? I am my usual, and you're distracting me. Let go; I need to finish cooking."

Kevin, still concerned, held onto her and pressed, "Come on, Mom, don't deny it. I know you enough that something's bothering you. Is it because I made you do that embarrassing thing repeatedly?"

"I've said don't bother me, Kevin." Maria pushed Kevin away gently and replied with a slightly cold tone, " And if you really know me, you'd understand what's bothering me. "

Kevin looked at Maria with a puzzled expression, trying to figure out why she was suddenly acting cold. As he thought back to their encounter with his sister Riya, he couldn't help but wonder, 'She was fine before we met Riya, what changed?' After pondering for a moment, a sudden realization struck him.

Kevin couldn't help but smirk as he asked, "Is it because of the date I'm going on tomorrow?" Maria stopped cutting for a moment, not saying anything, but her silence spoke volumes, confirming Kevin's suspicion. 

Kevin moved closer and asked, "Did it make you jealous that I'm going on a date with another woman?" This time, Maria didn't remain silent and replied, "No, it's not that."

"But you're clearly against it. Why?" Kevin inquired, noticing her anger.

"Now I'm not against it, it's just that you have too many women in your life. There's the short blonde-haired one you video chatted with me, the one you went home with the previous night, and the one who works at our store. You already have three, and if you include me, it's four. Why do you need more?" Maria asked, clearly worried about her friend as he seemed to be becoming something of a playboy.

Kevin gulped inwardly, knowing that Maria only knew about four women, and if she found out about the others, she might never speak to him again. However, he tried to explain, "But I told you before that I had more than one woman in love with me. What's wrong with adding one more?"

Maria looked sad as he said this, realizing that she didn't have any say in what he could do and what he couldn't. While she didn't always act according to her role in his life, it didn't mean she was fine with sharing him with other women. She wanted him all to herself.

With a low and sad voice, she said, "But I want you all to myself."

This surprised Kevin as he didn't know she wanted him that much. Even if he had some inkling, he had ignored it because he believed he couldn't be with just one woman; it wasn't in his destiny.

Hugging her tightly, he pressed his face to her back and said, "You know, Mom, I can't be yours only, even if I wanted to. Because of my cultivation technique, I have to have sex with lots of women. But you can be sure that I love you the most, and for now, I only love you."

This made her feel both happy and sad at the same time. While he said he loved her the most, there was still a chance he could love other women too, which made her worry about her significance in his life. With a tear forming in her eyes, she was about to say something, but suddenly, Riya's voice interrupted them. "What's for dinner, Mom?" she asked, unaware of the conversation they had just been having.

This sudden interruption caused both of them to distance themselves from each other, creating an awkward silence in the room. Riya, confused by the atmosphere, asked, "Why is it so awkward in here?"

Kevin shook his head and said, "Nothing, and for dinner, we're going to make it ourselves. Mom needs rest. Mom, go take a bath and change into something comfortable; you're still wearing the dress." He gently pushed her out of the kitchen and called Riya to help her. With annoyance, Riya protested, "I don't want to. Why did you make her leave? She was cooking just fine."

"Sister, you are so carefree and selfish. I don't know how you got a girlfriend with this attitude," Kevin said, shaking his head in disappointment.