Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 979: Me & My Shameless Goddess (r-18 minor)

A garment present only in concept, absent from reality. Her cleavage boldly paraded without remorse, a golden chain lying against her bosom as if it had discovered its ultimate home, the pendant nestled precisely in the lush divide of her breasts like a beacon directing to vice.

Those tits——had swelled even more voluptuously, more spherical, positioned lofty and arrogant, the profound gorge between them snaring shadows that rendered them nearly chiseled.

The material of her blouse pulled tight over the summits, nipples subtly visible, craving notice.

I refused to hesitate. Refused to clarify. Refused to present Genevieve.

Refused to mention Maya remained caught in an unwanted embrace.

And Gen stood paralyzed before such a stunningly gorgeous woman.

I simply approached Isabella and kissed her.

Without delay. Without introduction.

My palm glided to the curve of her lower back, digits spreading broadly over the warm hollow just above her rear, drawing her tightly against my body with force enough for her breasts to press soft and weighty into my torso.

Next, my lips seized hers in a profound, dominant stroke—mouths colliding fiercely, no tender touch, merely primal desire.

Her lips parted at once—plush, moist, instantly submissive—flavored slightly with the tangy mint she favored when expecting my arrival, now blended with her subtle saliva's saltiness and the intensifying warmth between us.

Her tongue encountered mine uninvited, gliding languidly and purposefully, wrapping around its end before drawing it gently into her mouth as if savoring a prohibited, intoxicating treat.

The kiss grew lewd within moments: sloppy, wide-open, indecent. Lips glided and pulled, tongues intertwined in slippery, coiling motions—hers delving far, mine pursuing, plunging beyond her teeth to caress her palate's roof, then withdrawing for her to pursue in return.

Each time our lips parted, a gentle, slick pop sounded, chased by her soft, eager gasp as she angled her head for deeper access, jaw flexing, tongue darting against mine in rapid, ravenous flicks.

I rumbled into her mouth—the vibration traveling directly into her throat.

She replied with a fractured, tiny moan that ignited flames along my back, her tongue coiling firmer around mine, drawing stronger, hauling me in as though she yearned to consume me entirely.

Damn, I had longed for this raw intimacy with Isabella, and even now with others present, we ignored them completely.

I knew her thrill for daring games and spectators... wild woman, huh?

My other hand descended further—gripped the plump, solid swell of her ass beneath that scant skirt, digits pressing firmly enough to let the yielding flesh overflow between them, filling my hand to bursting.

She bowed into the hold right away, thrusting her pelvis ahead so her heated, covered core pressed against my leg. The wet warmth seeped through the flimsy cloth, her hips subtly circling as she shamelessly ground herself on me.

I delivered one crisp smack——the sharp snap of my hand on her ass resounding through the silent space like a rifle shot.

She inhaled sharply into my mouth, frame shuddering, lips quivering on mine.

Heat flared beneath my palm; I massaged it promptly—fingers burrowing deeper, parting her cheeks mildly via the skirt, compressing the sensitive meat until she groaned loudly and raggedly against my tongue.

Our lips stayed locked—damp, messy, frantic.

Tongues gliding, drawing, invading each other’s mouths as saliva coated our lips and jaws.

Her teeth nipped my bottom lip——then licked it languidly and dirtily. I nipped back, trapping her tongue between my teeth just firmly enough to elicit her whimper, then freed it for her to dive in even further.

Every stolen breath mingled—scorching, uneven, laced with mint, desire, and the faint metallic tang of nipped lips.

Her fingers clenched in my hair, tugging my head to her preferred tilt, seizing the kiss briefly before I reclaimed dominance—tongue plunging deeper, dominating her mouth utterly as my hand on her ass clenched tighter, slapped once more—CRACK—and massaged the new heat on her pert, bubbly rear until she quivered, hips rutting boldly against my thigh, drenching the cloth separating us.

Behind us, Genevieve at last freed Maya from the embrace and retreated with a radiant, brazen smile.

Maya remained rooted, face blazing red behind her spectacles, emerald eyes enormous and glazed as she observed her mom being kissed so fiercely—watched my palm command Isabella’s ass openly.

Isabella ended the kiss first, pulling back slightly to pant against my lips. Her violet-tinted locks cascaded forward like a veil, bordering those unreal amethyst gaze that already drooped with arousal.

"Missed you," she whispered, tone gravelly, lips puffy and glistening from our clash.

"Missed you more," I replied, delivering her ass a final solid grip before trailing my hand up her back.

Maya cleared her throat—faint, clumsy, scarcely heard.

We both pivoted.

Maya now gazed at the ground, limbs folded around her torso as if she could conceal those ridiculous tits with effort.

But concealment proved impossible.

They heaved with her rapid inhales, taut against the gown, the profound cleavage rising and falling as she fought for composure.

Genevieve, with her unashamed spirit, continued grinning brightly.

"You must be Maya! God, you’re even cuter in person than Eros has told me. Those glasses? Adorable. And those—" She gestured vaguely at Maya’s chest with both hands, eyes wide with genuine awe. "—are criminal. In the best way."

Maya’s blush intensified to crimson. She adjusted her glasses with one finger—a anxious habit—and at last locked eyes with me.

Then her stare fell.

Downward.

To the prominent bulge in my trousers.

She gulped audibly.

"No boxers, huh?" Isabella noted, voice gentle yet firm, the shy ones always mustering bravery at key moments. She advanced—measured, intentional—until mere inches away.

Her palm extended, cupping me over the cloth—fingers wrapping the thick shape of my cock and balls, applying a soft, exploratory press.

I sucked in air sharply through clenched teeth.

Maya’s eyes darted to mine, vivid green behind the glass while her mom acted brazenly in front of her daughter.

"You guys said my boxers were a nuisance, no?" I uttered, voice gruffer than planned.

She applied another deliberate squeeze—bold now, thumb stroking the tip via the fabric, outlining the edge as if committing it to memory.

"It’s beautiful how you listen to your women," she breathed, lips forming the tiniest, most devilish grin I’d witnessed on her. "Always so obedient."

Isabella chuckled deeply against my shoulder.

Genevieve and Maya observed it all with huge, thrilled stares, as if she had learned Christmas arrived biannually.

"Daily thing when they meet?" she inquired of Maya cheerfully.

Maya’s expression tensed slightly—

"Something like that," she murmured quietly.

Isabella pressed close, lips grazing my ear.

"Bedroom," she breathed. "Now."

I required no second urging.