I became DIO's vicious stepmother

"........."

Dior fell into a long silence after reading the cyberpunk literature that I carefully prepared for him and wrote for more than two months.

His brows kept twitching, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. He didn't look up at me speechlessly until he finished flipping through the handwritten book with only 20 words that was not filled with water.

"...what's going on in your head?"

"This is the future in fantasy, an era where you can enjoy an impossible life through high technology. Don't you think it's interesting?"

I plausibly said, "In that era, women's status was as high as that of men, and women could also be in power and engage in all professions. As society progressed, gender equality was truly realized."

Of course, ignoring the elements of high-tech and low living standards in the cyberpunk worldview, ordinary people have a very hard life, and none of the benefits they can enjoy.But compared to the capitalist society in the [-]th century, it is already much better, at least everyone can eat enough.

"...Your equality is to make all the women in your story grow male organs?"

Dio frowned again.

"No, this is just a matter of personal choice for LGBT people. You can choose to change your gender, or you can choose to stay the same. Everything is free and equal. Homosexuality has become very common, and no one will discriminate against you."

I took a deep look at Dio, probably because my eyes were full of hints, his expression was a bit ugly.

Because this book will not be published, I just intend to show Dior to let him increase his knowledge and shape the world view, so I directly moved the background of the Star Wars story.

The protagonist is called Anakin Landwalker, a man who has been blessed by a mysterious force called the Force in the universe. He was born in a humble life and lived with his mother.Under the guidance of her mother since childhood, she became an LGBT person, and when she grew up, in order to support the cause of equal rights, she used genetic technology to transform herself into a beautiful girl with a plan to fight against the interstellar empire that oppresses human rights.

In the beginning, Anna Jin was very talented, relying on her own hard work and struggle to keep climbing up, repeatedly making military exploits, becoming a hero in the interstellar republic, and also reaping the love of a man who is equally long-term and long-term.

But the good times don't last long. At the later stage of the story, Annakin, who possesses strength and power, gradually becomes arrogant and defiant.And because of too much pursuit of power, and fear of his own future destiny that he saw in the force, he made a series of struggles, but he still gradually degenerated into the dark side irretrievably.Annakin was tempted by the enemy, and lost everything and her lover in an accident.He is no longer the savior of mankind, but the object he fought and fought against in the first place.Everything he did to resist fate finally brought him into a tragic fate.

It took Dior a whole day to finish reading this story. When I was about to treat him to my birthday dinner at night, Dior kept staring at me with gloomy eyes.

It may be difficult for the primitive people in the 19th century to understand the concept expressed in the interstellar novel. After thinking about it, he asked, "What do you want to express when you write this story to me?"

Good question!Of course, it is to warn you not to be arrogant. This story is also a metaphor for your future. I hope you can remember the hints I gave you from your stepmother when you fell.

"...And what's up with the transgender protagonist getting his transgender lover pregnant? You tell me why a man dies because of a difficult childbirth?"

But I won't tell him the real reason, I smiled lovingly, "That's because technology has advanced, and anything you can think of can happen. I just want Dior to increase his imagination and learn more knowledge. Maybe one day , Dior can also leave this planet to explore the mysteries of the universe."

After all, many concepts in my book are still very advanced, such as genetic modification, memory storage, body replacement, interstellar travel, etc... Although it is too difficult for Dior, who has never seen a TV or a car, to understand these, but It is enough for him to think about it, maybe he will become interested in science, and he may become a great scientist who will benefit mankind...

"I still don't understand." Dio closed the book, stared at me with a complicated expression, and said, "Are you going to publish it? I think your editor-in-chief may not like this story, and neither will those women."

If you fart, they're sure to love it.I said annoyed in my heart.

It just cannot be published.

"Then read it slowly, take it out and read it again when you grow up, maybe you will have different feelings at that time."

I put on a fake smile and said, "But the book won't be published, because this is a story I only wrote for Dior, and only Dior can see it."

If it is published, it will definitely be labeled as a heresy, so forget it!

This sentence finally made Dio look a little happier, even though what he just read was such a story that seemed to him nonsense.He snorted lightly, then put the book away, bent his lips and said, "Okay, I accept this gift."

...It seems that he is quite satisfied with this birthday present.

Isn't that necessary!Girl, I have worked hard to write by hand for more than two months. God knows how tiring handwriting is when I can't type in this era!

"You're welcome, I've made a big meal for you today, and there's cake too."

I smiled and kissed his forehead, and then brought out the prepared stewed chicken soup, steamed oysters with garlic, roast beef kebabs and cakes.

These are all Chinese improved recipes!It is also the version of the barbecue stall.The house smelled hungrily, and after two years as a cook, I am now very confident in my craft, but what interested Dior the most was the unappealing brioche.

And I wrote DIOR on it with strawberry jam, because the name of Dior always reminds me of a certain brand of cosmetics, but I accidentally wrote it wrong with a shaking of my hand, and it is not easy to erase, so I can only leave it like this.

"what is this?"

"It's a birthday cake. After lighting the candles, if you make a wish on the cake, your wish may come true."

"No, I'm asking about the extra R, what's going on?"

Dio frowned slightly and looked at me suspiciously.

"Did you spell my name wrong..."

"No, it's the abbreviation of royal, which means your greatest meaning on your birthday."

"..." Dio twitched the corner of his mouth, "Do you think I'm a fool like you?"

I flickered without changing my face, "Don't worry about it, let's take a look at the cream cake, Dior, I made it specially for you. It took about [-] failures before and after, and I finally made such a satisfactory finished product. The texture and taste are much better than your usual black bread!"

Cream was invented by Americans. Dior must have never seen cakes. I tried countless times to make this cream, but luckily it succeeded in the end.And in order to improve the taste, I specially bought tropical fruits from the sailors traveling to and from the colony, and added durian pulp to the cream.

I like Musang King's durian very much. Although I think it is very fragrant, Dior keeps pinching his nose and frowning.

"What did you put in it? Why does it smell like shit?"

"Fuck you, I'll blow your head off, that's a colonial fruit, it's delicious!"

I don't allow anyone to comment on durian like that. I forcibly dipped a piece of cream left in the bowl with my finger and stuffed it into Dio's mouth before he could react.

"Taste it, feel the alluring aroma and damn sweetness."

I have eaten this cream myself, and it is made with animal fat. The taste is very silky, and it is absolutely unique when paired with the tender taste and intoxicating aroma of Musang King durian pulp.

"..."

Dio was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted. He didn't know whether it was out of anger or revenge. He looked at me with a strange expression, and suddenly bit my finger lightly with his teeth, and at the same time, the tip of his tongue licked my mouth. Cream on fingers.

Damn, this dead boy!

I got goosebumps all over my body, I pulled my fingers back at once, then wiped Dior's saliva on the apron, and asked as if nothing had happened, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"...It's not bad, it doesn't feel so bad to eat." Dio licked the cream on his lips, looking at me very intently.

"Okay, this cake is yours. Happy birthday, Dio."

I avoided his gaze, lit a candle for him with a match, then pressed his shoulders to make him sit down in front of the cake on the dining table, and said to him with a smile, "Make a wish in your heart, and blow it out." Candles, and you can eat cake."

"A deceitful trick."

Although Dior's brows were about to wrinkle, and I don't know if he did what I said, but in the end he thought for a while in front of the cake, blew out the candles, and looked up at me we have a deal."

"Okay, then we can have cake."

I said happily, and took a kitchen knife, and cut the cake into equal pieces.

"Aren't you curious what I wished?" Dio said suddenly.

"It's very curious, but it won't work if you say it."

I guess it's mostly the desire to get rich and get ahead. After all, Dior was all about climbing to the top of power before he became a vampire.

I put the cut cake on a plate and handed it to Dio, thinking about it and talking.

"Shall I sing you Happy Birthday?"

"……it is good."

Surprisingly, unlike the backlash when I sang him a lullaby when he said he couldn't sleep the last time he was sick, Dio didn't say no to my offer this time.

He looked at me and nodded, then listened very quietly to me humming.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

To the tune of the birthday song, Dio yawned, then dipped his finger in a dollop of cream and ate it mouthful.

It looks like a normal child.

For a moment, I had an illusion that this natural devil might be saved.

But I quickly dismissed this idea, no, how could he be saved, when I think of what he did to the Joestar family, I feel that Dio has no heart at all.

Natural antisocial personality is a mental illness, and it is impossible to influence him like the clown in Gotham.

...or in other words, it is hopeless for me to feel this way about him.

If I believe him at all, the future of George Joestar will be my fate. Perhaps one day in the future, if I let go of my guard against him, I may be killed by him in my sleep.

But seeing how well-behaved he is today, I have another good idea.

"Dio." I called out his name.

"What?" Dio chewed on the cake and looked up at me.

"I'll take you to take pictures tomorrow." I said suddenly.

Dior was really beautiful and handsome when he was young, but in a few years, his physique will become tall and strong, full of muscles, and extremely oppressive. His time as a beautiful boy is too short.

So in order to capture Dior's best moments, I decided to take him for...a family photoshoot.

Take pictures at least once a year to record his growth, so that after he becomes an asshole, I can still look at the photos and remember that he still had cute times.

"..."

Dio couldn't help being stunned, he seemed a little unsure of what he heard.

"...to take pictures?"