NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 268. Amara, I missed you so much…

Thump!

Oliver was slammed into the solid timber floor by Elle, a grunt of agony escaping his throat upon impact.

"Ughh..." Struggling to rise, he let out a frustrated groan.

"Excellent. You are making progress," Elle remarked. She towered over him, her gaze frosty and devoid of emotion. "Stand up and go again."

Oliver attempted to push himself up, but his strength failed him. His entire frame throbbed with pain after enduring an endless barrage of strikes from her hands and feet.

He remained sprawled on the ground, drained and breathless, fighting to steady his respiration.

"It seems I went a bit too far with you," Elle admitted, closing the distance between them. She reached down, seizing his shirt collar and hoisting him to his feet with effortless power.

He was perpetually awed by her physical prowess; it was as if she exerted no energy at all to lift him.

As she pulled him upright, their faces were positioned so closely that their noses nearly brushed, making him feel strangely self-conscious.

Elle, however, appeared completely unfazed. Instead, she rested her hands on either side of Oliver’s neck and leaned forward to initiate a deep, lingering kiss.

Oliver reacted by sliding his hands to her lower back, pulling her body flush against his.

Elle’s tongue breached his lips, thoroughly exploring his mouth before she pulled back to let him reciprocate the gesture.

Their tongues entwined for a long duration until she finally broke the contact.

Stepping back, she observed his expression shift into one of pure hunger, resembling a predator staring at a prized catch.

Witnessing his intensity caused her own core to dampen slightly.

"Now, now, I realize you are famished and aroused, but as I mentioned last night, you must rest following your daily cultivation training. Take a refreshing bath to clean up before indulging in carnal delights." Elle’s tone carried a flirtatious, seductive edge as she lectured him.

His response to her command was a disappointed groan.

Oliver briefly considered protesting, but he realized her stance was firm. Reluctantly, he chose to comply.

"Fine. But once I am out of the bath, you will let me ravish you?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Rather than giving a verbal reply, Elle offered a wink and a smile. She turned away, her shapely hips swaying provocatively as she walked, leaving him to watch her departure.

"That concludes the morning session, Young Master Oliver. Go enjoy a warm soak and relax; afterward, you may do as your heart desires." She shot one last playful glance over her shoulder before vanishing through the doors.

Once she was gone, Oliver sighed and shook his head. "Good grief, she is a true demon in human skin... My whole body is screaming, yet I have no actual wounds..."

With those words, he exited the training hall and made his way to his quarters for a bath.

After a quick shower, he submerged himself in a tub of warm water infused with medicinal herbs designed to soothe strained muscles and accelerate recovery.

"Is this some kind of traditional healing concoction?" Oliver mused, sinking further into the liquid.

A heavy aroma filled the room—a scent that was peculiar yet oddly comforting.

He soaked for thirty minutes before stepping out, feeling vastly revitalized.

Just as he finished towel-drying, a knock sounded at the door.

Assuming it was Elle, Oliver called out for her to enter.

He stood there completely exposed, rubbing a towel over his skin while his fresh clothes lay in a heap on the bed.

When the door swung open, it wasn't Elle who entered, but a girl possessing short, vibrant red hair.

Her blue eyes sparkled like precious jewels under the light.

She possessed radiant skin and a voluptuous figure capable of captivating any man, accented by a smile that could melt the hardest heart.

Dressed in a simple white robe, she looked breathtaking, the garment revealing just enough cleavage to be a tease.

Oliver froze for a moment at the sight of her. Then, acting on impulse, he lunged forward and pulled her into a tight embrace.

She gasped in shock as he lifted her into his powerful hold. Before she could speak, he silenced her with a fierce, hungry kiss.

His palms wandered across her frame, tracing the contours of her curves and caressing her velvet skin.

"Mmm..." she whimpered softly, hooking her arms behind his neck to deepen the connection.

The pair stayed locked together for several moments before Oliver eventually eased his grip.

Looking up at him, she saw a familiar glint in his eyes—a cocktail of raw lust, anticipation, and pure wanting.

The sight made her own heart race and her nether regions grow wet with desire.

"Oliver..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she gazed at him.

"My gorgeous sister. Amara. I have missed you terribly..." Oliver admitted, his expression full of sincerity.

He then added in a low, husky voice, "Why don't we have some fun together right this second?"

As he spoke, he slipped his hand beneath her robe, his fingers finding the soft weight of her breast.

Oliver began to toy with her firm bosom, kneading the flesh and pinching her sensitive, erect nipples.

This elicited another soft moan of ecstasy from her, and the heat in her lower body intensified.

The feeling of Oliver’s calloused, masculine hands on her chest was incredibly arousing. She craved nothing more than for him to continue pleasing her.

"Ah, Oliver! That feels... incredible... I adore it when you touch me like this..." Amara breathed out in bliss as he continued to stimulate her.

Leaning into her ear, Oliver whispered a seductive invitation: "Then let us move to the bed, dear sister, so we can enjoy one another without any inhibitions."