How to Reform a Wicked Stepmother

The future CEO’s wicked stepmother? That was me.
I frequently starved the little tyrant, beat him black and blue, and even sent away his favorite puppy.
Then, one day, the System suddenly bound itself to me, ordering me to clean up my act and become a good stepmother.
I was conflicted.
Because just two minutes before the System connected, I had smacked the future CEO across the bottom.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“He won’t eat normal food. He cries hysterically until I agree to mix his meal with dog shit.”

1
In the living room, Brian sniveled, tears streaming down his round cheeks, stealing furtive glances at me.
I ignored him. My head was pounding from the constant noise of the System vibrating inside my skull.
A frantic, static-laced mechanical voice kept shrieking:
【Brian is only a four-year-old child! Why are you withholding dinner from him?】
【He will become a future trillion-dollar CEO, and his stomach cancer will be your fault, Host.】
That accusation hit me so suddenly I almost dropped my rice bowl.
I scoffed mentally.
Just two minutes ago, I had lifted my hand from Brian’s chubby, defiant bottom. The self-proclaimed “Stepmother Redemption System” had latched onto me at that exact moment.
This System wasn't just good at laying blame; it was also a nonstop chatterbox.
【Host, you cannot continue this way. Wicked stepmothers have no future.】
【We must nurture the little flower of the nation and ensure he grows up strong and healthy!】
Meanwhile, seeing that I wasn't responding, the little terror in the living room cranked up the volume of his sobbing.
“Waaah! Waaah!”
【The System shows Brian is currently in a state of extreme hunger. Host, please allow him to eat dinner.】
The System repeated the phrase relentlessly in my mind. Between the internal noise and the external wailing, I couldn’t even eat my own dinner in peace.
Exasperated, I slammed my chopsticks down, feeling defeated and completely overwhelmed.
“What am I supposed to do?” I snapped back internally. “He throws a fit demanding to eat rice mixed with dog shit.”
“He refuses to eat perfectly normal meals unless they are mixed with dog shit!”
【Host, please—wait, what? Dog shit?】
The System went utterly silent for half a minute, crashing.

2
The System told me that my stepson, the one currently obsessed with eating dog-poop rice, would one day be a CEO worth hundreds of billions.
This CEO would be a philanthropist, and his companies would make significant contributions to society.
Yet, goodness wouldn't save him.
The CEO would develop health issues and be diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer.
The System’s investigation concluded that I, the stepmother, had caused the CEO's severe eating complex through childhood abuse, which led directly to his aggressive cancer diagnosis.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, pointing at the still-sobbing, bare-bottomed future CEO in the living room.
“So, are you telling me I should give in right now and feed him dog shit mixed with rice?”
【Uh…】 The internal static crackled even faster.
The System, skeptical but cautious, tentatively suggested: 【Why don't you try offering him a normal meal first?】
I immediately plated a bowl of perfectly nutritious food—mini chicken cutlets and steamed broccoli—and placed it in front of Brian, personally offering him a spoonful.
“Open up, sweetie.”
The little menace puckered his lips, stuck his index finger in his mouth, and mumbled, “No, wah! I want Shadow!”
My face tightened. I pulled his finger out of his mouth. He had actually been digging in the yard with that hand half an hour ago. It was filthy.
“Absolutely not!”
“Waaaah!”
Brian flailed, crying louder, refusing to even glance at the spoonful of food.
The System asked curiously: 【What is ‘Shadow’?】
I gestured to the corner where a large, floofy Husky was lounging.
“Shadow is the dog. But the kid means he wants Shadow’s feces.”
【He actually wants to eat it? Oh, dear God…】
The System audibly ‘vomited’ inside my head.
My expression darkened. “What are you doing? Did you just puke data all over my brain?”
【I merely purged some residual data, Host. Don’t worry, I immediately re-ingested it into my core memory banks.】
Now I felt nauseous.
I addressed the System: “Do you believe me now?”
“If you still doubt me, I can wait until Shadow goes to the bathroom, mix it into the rice, and you can watch him happily gobble it down.”
【No need, Host. I believe you.】
“Waaah! Waaah!”
Brian continued his dramatic, tearless wail. I fixed him with a cold stare. “Are you going to eat or not?”
“Mean lady!”
Brian burrowed his face into the sofa cushion, presenting his smooth, defiant butt toward me.
I automatically gave it a gentle, quick swat.
“I’m the mean lady, and you are the bad baby.”
Brian’s crying hitched.
I pressed on. “Bad baby. Brian Maxwell is a bad baby.”
“Waaaah! I am not! You are mean! I am a good baby!”
I snorted. “No, you’re not.”
“Only babies who eat the food I give them are good babies. If you don’t eat, you’re a bad baby.”
“Bad babies get their bottoms smacked.”
The little terror’s lips trembled. He reluctantly sat up. He slapped the sofa repeatedly with both hands, his small face fierce. “Eat! Eat!”
The System was dumbfounded.
Fighting back a smile, I held the spoonful of food to his mouth. “Good boy. Open wide.”
I slipped the bite in, then cajoled him. “One bite, just one more.”
The little cub tried to push the bowl away. “No more!”
“You have to finish this to turn back into a good baby. Otherwise, you stay a bad baby.”
A small child? I had this in the bag.

3
Robert Vance, the future CEO's father, and I met through mutual friends and got married quickly once we realized we were a good match. He was upfront about having a son from a previous relationship. The boy was being raised by his ex-girlfriend.
I was perfectly fine with that. I wasn't keen on having children of my own, so it suited me well.
However, on the sixty-fifth day of our marriage, Robert returned from a business trip, bringing a skinny, quiet little boy with him.
That was Brian.
Robert explained that his ex-girlfriend had disappeared, leaving Brian alone at home. He had no choice but to bring the child back.
I initially thought I’d been conned.
But I hired a few private investigators with the generous monthly stipend Robert gave me. The investigation confirmed his story.
The day after the kid arrived, Robert had to leave for an overseas trip. He begged me repeatedly to watch the little brat for one month, swearing he would take over full custody when he returned and promising I wouldn't be bothered further.
Considering the allowance he gave me was three times my old salary, I agreed. I could be a temporary nanny.
I just had to tolerate this toddler for one month.
What I didn't anticipate was that on the third day of Robert's absence, the little demon, fully recovered from his initial shock, started playing with dog feces.
Oh, Shadow, the Husky, had arrived with Brian, too.
I tolerated the poop-playing, excusing it because he was barely four.
But then, when dinner was ready, and I was preparing to feed him, the boy refused the meal. He snatched the bowl and ran toward Shadow.
Right there, under my very nose, he grabbed Shadow’s fresh feces, mixed it into his rice, and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.
Gag.
I actually gagged out loud twice.
After recovering, I lunged at him to pry his mouth open. The boy, perhaps thinking I was trying to steal his ‘food,’ bit down hard and started wailing, hitting me.
That was the first time his little bottom received a proper spanking lesson.
Every day since then, at mealtime, I've had to administer a few swats before he would quietly eat.
And then, the System found me.

4
There were still two days until Robert returned from his trip.
Outside, the weather was beautiful, perfect—if only the sound of a bawling child wasn't echoing through the house.
I yawned. “System, I’m going for my nap. You watch him. Don’t let him hide any dog shit.”
The System was firmly on my side now, sounding utterly convinced. 【Rest assured, Host. I will keep a close eye on the little tyrant.】
I happily sank into my soft bed. After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, sleep began to creep in.
【Host! The dog went! The little tyrant’s hand is on it!】
The System screamed hysterically. 【Aaaah! I have digital OCD! I can’t look! My virtual eyes are burning!】
I was instantly wide awake, cursing under my breath as I dragged myself out of bed.
“Brian Maxwell!”
The little boy tried to hide the hand clutching the feces behind his back. “I didn’t! Didn’t!”
“I saw everything. Hand it over!”
I grabbed his tiny arm and hauled him to the sink.
As I frantically scrubbed his hand, I internally screamed: “I can’t take this! I’m sending that dog away!”
The System cautioned me:
【You can't, Host! The System indicates the little tyrant may have mild autistic tendencies due to severe trauma.】
【Shadow is his only constant. Sending Shadow away could severely destabilize him.】
I was at my breaking point. “So, I just have to watch him hide, play with, and eat dog shit every single day?”
【Er… Perhaps you should just smack him a few more times?】

5
When Robert returned, I mentally set off fireworks.
I grabbed Brian under the arms, lifted him straight up, and shoved him into Robert’s embrace.
“Is this really your biological son?” I demanded.
Robert, confused, scrutinized the boy’s face. “Yes, of course. How could I mistake him?”
My expression was a complicated mix of three parts disgust, four parts regret, and three parts nausea.
“Did you like eating dog shit when you were a kid?”
Robert’s smile froze. His eyes widened.
“Elara, what are you talking about? That’s dog feces! Why would I like that?”
I stepped back two paces, curling my lip in distaste. “The little menace you’re holding loves eating dog shit.”
“Every meal, he tries to grab the feces and mix it into his bowl.”
Robert was baffled, staring at me blankly.
“Huh?”
After ten seconds of stunned silence, Robert let out a booming, hearty laugh.
“Elara, darling, what are you saying? That’s impossible!”
“Fine, don't believe me.” I shrugged. “You promised you’d take care of the little cub when you got back. Now you’re home, I’m going to take my afternoon nap.”
That was usually my nap time.
But it was also the time the little cub usually stood guard over Shadow, waiting for him to poop.
I was genuinely exhausted. The System, lacking a physical body, couldn’t stop him. Too many times, I’d been woken up by the System screaming, only to find the culprit red-handed.
How long had it been since I woke up naturally?
Robert smiled, nodding. “Okay, sweetheart. Thank you for your hard work.”
“Oh, and Elara.”
Robert pulled a gift bag from his suitcase and gave me an ingratiating smile. “A little something for you.”
I paused, considering, then took the bag.
My internal guilt surged, but I still went to wash a bunch of grapes.
I handed the fruit bowl to Brian.
“Daddy is putting away his clothes. Can you feed Daddy a grape?”
Brian’s eyes, as big and bright as grapes themselves, swiveled toward Robert.
He hugged the bowl, bobbed his head, and chirped in his sweet, baby voice, “Yes! Good Daddy!”
Such a cute little boy.
Too bad he loved eating dog shit.
I leisurely retreated to the bedroom to play on my phone.
The System was perplexed. 【Host, aren’t you going to tell Robert about the dog feces?】
I popped a grape in my mouth. “I did tell him. He didn’t believe me.”
【Then—】
I cut it off. “Don’t worry. He’ll believe me soon enough.”
The System pressed: 【Why?】
I hesitated slightly. “Did you forget? The little cub hid a piece of dog shit under the sofa foot.”
System: 【?】
I didn't elaborate.
Honestly, my first impression of the cub had been great. He was tiny, with huge, round eyes. His smile was the cuteness champion of the universe.
But I couldn't forget that first afternoon. I had washed a bowl of grapes and started feeding them to him. He then started feeding them to me. I was scrolling on my phone, and my positive initial impression made me open my mouth without thinking.
The first one was a grape.
The second one was a grape.
The third was a small, firm piece of dog feces.
I only avoided it because a terrible intuition made me look down just in time. The feces was less than two inches from my lips.
I nearly contaminated myself.
The System suddenly shrieked:
【Host! Emergency!】

6
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm.
“What is it?”
【The little tyrant just dug the dog feces out from under the sofa.】
【He is walking toward Robert…】
【He is holding it up to his mouth…】
A wave of panic hit me. Robert and I were married, after all, and he had just bought me a gift.
I wanted to rush out and stop it, but my feet felt encased in concrete. I stayed motionless on the bed, guilt swirling inside me.
【Aaaah! He ate it! Gag…】
The System, a full witness, was having a breakdown.
“What is this…? Ptui! What, gag…” Robert’s confused, nauseated, and utterly horrified voice echoed from the living room.
I fell back onto the bed, feeling deeply conflicted.
Robert hadn't noticed. He had actually eaten it.
Well, I thought grimly, at least now he’ll certainly believe his son likes dog shit.
“Gag…”
I was never kissing Robert again. Not even for triple the allowance.
“Gag…”

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