Seven Mothers: All Seven Of My Mothers Are Heavenly Goddesses?!

My mother also chuckled softly, shaking her head as if the memory of that day had just replayed in vivid detail in her mind. She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"You know..." She began, her tone almost nostalgic. "...just like now, back then, I really thought those girls were some random strangers you'd picked off the streets. But who would've thought..." She trailed off, her voice laced with incredulity. "Who would've thought they were students from the prestigious university nearby? And not just students—scholarship students, no less! Girls with brilliant minds and bright futures."

She then tilted her head, her expression a mix of awe and disbelief as she looked at me. "Luca." She said slowly, her voice filled with genuine wonder. "How in the world does someone like you manage to attract people like that? Whether it's the elegant woman I just spoke to on the phone or those three ridiculously smart girls I found in your bed—they're all people who wouldn't have succumbed to anyone's tricks so easily. And yet…"

Her gaze turned sharper, almost like she was trying to dissect me with her eyes. "What kind of magic are you pulling on them?"

I groaned, already feeling the weight of her judgment. "I'm not pulling any magic." I muttered, rubbing my eyes. "Maybe they just…like my personality?"

Her incredulous laugh was instant, loud, and completely unfiltered. "Your personality?" She repeated, her voice rising with disbelief. "Luca, darling, I'm your mother. I love you to pieces, but even I know you can be a pain in the rear."

"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence, Mom." I rolled my eyes at how low my mother thought of me

She then ignored my sarcasm, leaning forward with a conspiratorial glint in her eye. "No, seriously. Did you hypnotize them? Use some kind of charm spell? Slip them some love potion?" She gasped theatrically, clutching her chest. "Oh no, my son's secretly a wizard!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, biting back a grin.

"Yes, Mom, I'm secretly a wizard. I keep my wand in the kitchen next to the cutting board."

She waved me off, her laughter dying down as she wiped at her eyes.

"Oh, but really, Luca." She said, her tone softening as she gazed at me with genuine curiosity. "I'm amazed. I really am. These weren't just girls looking for fun; they were women with ambition, drive, and intelligence. And somehow, you managed to make them fall for you." She paused, her expression turning teasing again. "You, out of all people."

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes as she leaned closer. "Alright, smart guy. I'm dying to know—how exactly do you manage it? I mean, you're such a brat. How do you convince these women to fall for you?"

Seeing her diss me so much, I couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, leaning back into the sofa with a smirk. "Ah, see, that's where you're wrong," I said smoothly, my voice dripping with mock confidence.

Her brows furrowed, her curiosity instantly piqued. "Wrong? About what?" She asked, her tone suspicious.

"The 'pain-in-the-ass' attitude you see? That's reserved exclusively for you, Mom." I gestured between the two of us.

"Exclusively for me? Oh, how special." She raised an eyebrow, her intrigue growing.

"Completely." I replied with a cheeky grin. "But the face I show the women I'm trying to woo?...Totally different."

Her curiosity deepened, and she tilted her head slightly, studying me like I was a particularly baffling riddle. "Different how?" She pressed, her tone equal parts skeptical and intrigued.

I leaned forward slightly, lowering my voice as if revealing a great secret. "It's the face of a man..." I said, pausing for dramatic effect. "...who can take down any woman he wants."

Her lips parted slightly, a mix of disbelief and amusement flickering in her eyes. "Any woman?" She echoed, her voice tinged with playful incredulity.

I nodded with mock arrogance, crossing my arms like a king surveying his kingdom.

"That's right. Any woman. It doesn't matter what position she holds, what relationship she's in, or how out of reach she seems....There isn't a single woman alive who I couldn't steal away if I really wanted to."

I the nudged myself back further into the couch, my arms still crossed as my smirk deepened as I decided to go on a whole rant. "It's not just about looks, you know." I started, my tone dripping with theatrical arrogance. "It's the whole package. The charm, the charisma, the way I can make anyone feel like they're the only person in the room."

"Oh, please, spare me the self-praise." She rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed.

But I wasn't done.

"No, no, Mom. You don't get it. It's a skill—a finely honed art. The way I tilt my head just so when I'm listening." I demonstrated with an exaggerated lean and a raised eyebrow. "The way I laugh at the right moment to make them feel like their joke was the funniest thing I've ever heard. And don't even get me started on the eye contact...That's the killer move. Look a little too long, just enough to make them wonder what's going on in my head."

"Uh-huh." She muttered, her expression deadpan as she rested her chin in her hand. "And I'm supposed to believe this works?"

"Mom, it doesn't just work—it dominates." I declared, waving a hand dramatically. "I'm telling you, there isn't a girl alive who can resist. It's all about making them feel special, like they're the only star in my universe."

"Special, huh?" She quipped, narrowing her eyes. "You're saying this after I caught you in bed with three girls at once."

I cleared my throat, brushing that aside with a wave.

"A minor…logistical issue. Let's not get sidetracked. My point is, whether it's a boardroom executive, a bookish scholarship student, or someone who claims they're 'totally uninterested' in me, they all fall eventually."

"And what makes you so sure?" She tilted her head, a playful gleam in her eyes.

"Because..." I said, leaning forward as if sharing the greatest secret in the world. "I adapt, Mom. I'm like water—I fit into whatever mold is needed. Shy? I can be the confident knight in shining armor. Tough? I'm the guy who can match wits. Sweet and innocent? I'm the protective older brother type...You name it, I've mastered it."

She stared at me, her lips twitching as if trying not to laugh as she said, "You've really thought this through, haven't you?"

"Mom..." I said, holding up a hand like I was about to deliver a grand speech. "You're not raising a boy. You've raised a phenomenon...You're looking at a man who could rewrite the rules of attraction."

I stood there, hand still raised like some self-proclaimed philosopher, basking in the imagined glory of my own ridiculous proclamation.

She stared at me, her lips twitching as if she were on the verge of either laughing hysterically or tearing me down with a single sharp remark.

I could practically see the thoughts whirling in her mind, her expression caught somewhere between disbelief and intrigue. For a moment, I thought she might burst out laughing, but instead, she hesitated.

Her gaze softened, her playful demeanor melting away just enough to reveal genuine curiosity lurking beneath. She didn't speak right away, and that made me pause.

It wasn't often my mother hesitated. Usually, her words came fast and sharp, like arrows hitting their mark. But now…now she seemed to be mulling something over, debating with herself.