10-11-2025, 11:14 PM
## Update 90 C: The Strategic Pause (Avi and Meena Chachi)
After these three days, it was Seema Chachi's turn to sleep with my uncle, following the rotation. Seema Chachi had been sleeping with my uncle for a week now. Meena Chachi then told Suman Chachi to sleep with my uncle for the next three days. In these three days, on the first night, I had sex with Suman Chachi once and with Meena Chachi once. On the second night, I had sex with Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi. And on the last night, I had sex with Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi.
Now for the next three days, it was Meena Chachi's turn to sleep with my uncle. In these three days, the same complex rotation happened as in the last three days. On the first night, I had sex with Meena Chachi once and with Suman Chachi once. On the second night, I had sex with Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi. And on the last night, I had sex with Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi.
Then it was Seema Chachi's turn again. For the next three days, it was her turn to sleep with my uncle. Then for the next three days, it was Suman Chachi's turn. Then for two days, it was Meena Chachi's turn. In this constant, exhausting way, all three of my Chachis were sleeping with my uncle one by one, ensuring a rotation, and they were all having sex with me according to Meena Chachi's intricate schedule.
A whole month passed by in this structured routine of studying and having sex. Then Meena Chachi came to my room in the afternoon. I immediately stopped writing and started to think about what new strategic move she wanted to make now that she had come to my room in the middle of the day.
Meena Chachi walked in and sat down, her expression serious and focused. "Avi, you've been having sex with us almost every day for a month now," she stated, looking me directly in the eye.
"Yes," I confirmed, my muscles tensing in anticipation of the conversation.
"Now we have to stop this sex, starting today," Meena Chachi declared, her voice final and sharp.
"But why?" I cried, my heart sinking in my chest. "Have you become a mother already?"
"I haven't gone to the doctor to check yet," Meena Chachi admitted, a hopeful look in her eyes. "But deep down, it feels like all three of us will become mothers soon."
"Then why are you stopping the sex if the mission isn't fully confirmed?" I pressed, disappointment clouding my face.
Meena Chachi leaned forward, her focus intense. "Because your important exam is in just two weeks. I don't want your exam to go bad because of fatigue. If you fail, Avi, I will never be able to forgive myself for letting you ruin your future."
"But I can manage both," I insisted, desperate to continue, leaning toward her.
"Just prepare for your exam now," Meena Chachi commanded, overriding my protest with a gesture. "Pass with flying colors, get good marks, and make our family name famous."
I was instantly sad, the prospect of a sex-free two weeks hitting me hard. I lowered my eyes. "Okay, I'll study. But after the exam is over, I won't listen to any excuses or rules."
"Okay, we'll see after the exam," Meena Chachi said, giving a new, powerful incentive. "If you come in the top ten students in the entire state, I will personally let you have sex with me and the others again."
"But the results will only come out three months after the exam," I protested, my face contorted in agony. "Will I truly have to wait until then to touch you all again?" The thought was torture.
Meena Chachi looked deeply hurt by my question, her eyes narrowing. "You can't do even this much for me, Avi? For our future?"
I instantly backed down, ashamed of my impatience. "Okay, I will wait. But it's a firm promise after the result, right?"
"Yes, I promise I will let you have sex with all of us," Meena Chachi vowed, confirming the deal with a nod. "But only after you get a rank and prove your competence."
"Okay," I agreed, the disappointment now replaced by a fierce determination. A knot tightened in my gut, mixing desire with academic pressure.
I immediately started to study, pushing thoughts of sex aside. For two weeks, I only studied—sometimes at home, and sometimes with Komal. For the first two or three days, thoughts of having sex kept popping into my mind, strong and distracting. My lunď felt heavy and demanding. But I controlled myself, recalling the lesson, and started to study with renewed focus. I remembered my Chachi's cold, calculated words: "If you think about sex all the time, you won't get anything. If you control yourself and use your brain, you will have a line of chooťs waiting for you."
With that image burned into my mind, I poured all my energy into my studies for two weeks straight.
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After these three days, it was Seema Chachi's turn to sleep with my uncle, following the rotation. Seema Chachi had been sleeping with my uncle for a week now. Meena Chachi then told Suman Chachi to sleep with my uncle for the next three days. In these three days, on the first night, I had sex with Suman Chachi once and with Meena Chachi once. On the second night, I had sex with Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi. And on the last night, I had sex with Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi.
Now for the next three days, it was Meena Chachi's turn to sleep with my uncle. In these three days, the same complex rotation happened as in the last three days. On the first night, I had sex with Meena Chachi once and with Suman Chachi once. On the second night, I had sex with Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi. And on the last night, I had sex with Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi.
Then it was Seema Chachi's turn again. For the next three days, it was her turn to sleep with my uncle. Then for the next three days, it was Suman Chachi's turn. Then for two days, it was Meena Chachi's turn. In this constant, exhausting way, all three of my Chachis were sleeping with my uncle one by one, ensuring a rotation, and they were all having sex with me according to Meena Chachi's intricate schedule.
A whole month passed by in this structured routine of studying and having sex. Then Meena Chachi came to my room in the afternoon. I immediately stopped writing and started to think about what new strategic move she wanted to make now that she had come to my room in the middle of the day.
Meena Chachi walked in and sat down, her expression serious and focused. "Avi, you've been having sex with us almost every day for a month now," she stated, looking me directly in the eye.
"Yes," I confirmed, my muscles tensing in anticipation of the conversation.
"Now we have to stop this sex, starting today," Meena Chachi declared, her voice final and sharp.
"But why?" I cried, my heart sinking in my chest. "Have you become a mother already?"
"I haven't gone to the doctor to check yet," Meena Chachi admitted, a hopeful look in her eyes. "But deep down, it feels like all three of us will become mothers soon."
"Then why are you stopping the sex if the mission isn't fully confirmed?" I pressed, disappointment clouding my face.
Meena Chachi leaned forward, her focus intense. "Because your important exam is in just two weeks. I don't want your exam to go bad because of fatigue. If you fail, Avi, I will never be able to forgive myself for letting you ruin your future."
"But I can manage both," I insisted, desperate to continue, leaning toward her.
"Just prepare for your exam now," Meena Chachi commanded, overriding my protest with a gesture. "Pass with flying colors, get good marks, and make our family name famous."
I was instantly sad, the prospect of a sex-free two weeks hitting me hard. I lowered my eyes. "Okay, I'll study. But after the exam is over, I won't listen to any excuses or rules."
"Okay, we'll see after the exam," Meena Chachi said, giving a new, powerful incentive. "If you come in the top ten students in the entire state, I will personally let you have sex with me and the others again."
"But the results will only come out three months after the exam," I protested, my face contorted in agony. "Will I truly have to wait until then to touch you all again?" The thought was torture.
Meena Chachi looked deeply hurt by my question, her eyes narrowing. "You can't do even this much for me, Avi? For our future?"
I instantly backed down, ashamed of my impatience. "Okay, I will wait. But it's a firm promise after the result, right?"
"Yes, I promise I will let you have sex with all of us," Meena Chachi vowed, confirming the deal with a nod. "But only after you get a rank and prove your competence."
"Okay," I agreed, the disappointment now replaced by a fierce determination. A knot tightened in my gut, mixing desire with academic pressure.
I immediately started to study, pushing thoughts of sex aside. For two weeks, I only studied—sometimes at home, and sometimes with Komal. For the first two or three days, thoughts of having sex kept popping into my mind, strong and distracting. My lunď felt heavy and demanding. But I controlled myself, recalling the lesson, and started to study with renewed focus. I remembered my Chachi's cold, calculated words: "If you think about sex all the time, you won't get anything. If you control yourself and use your brain, you will have a line of chooťs waiting for you."
With that image burned into my mind, I poured all my energy into my studies for two weeks straight.
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