NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 274 274: Amara, I missed you so much...
Previously on NTR: Mommy Will Help You!...
Thud!
Oliver was slammed into the rigid wooden floor by Elle, a dull grunt of pain escaping his lips upon impact.
"Ughh..." Frustrated, he groaned while struggling to push himself up from the ground.
"Good. Your progress is showing," Elle remarked, looming over him with a gaze that remained cold and devoid of emotion. "Now, stand up and go again."
Oliver attempted to rise, but his strength failed him. His frame was a map of aches, the result of being struck repeatedly by her relentless strikes and kicks.
He remained there, paralyzed by exhaustion and completely spent, fighting just to catch his breath.
"It seems I pushed your limits a bit too far," Elle noted, closing the distance between them. She reached down, seizing him by the collar of his shirt and hoisting him to his feet with effortless power.
As she hauled him upward, their faces were brought so close that their noses nearly brushed, an intimacy that made him feel strangely awkward.
Elle, however, appeared entirely unfazed. Instead, she settled her hands on either side of Oliver's neck and closed the gap for a deep, lingering kiss.
Responding instinctively, Oliver slid his hands to the small of her back, pulling her body flush against his.
Elle’s tongue slipped past his teeth, exploring his mouth thoroughly before pulling back to let him reciprocate the gesture.
Their tongues entwined in a rhythmic dance for several moments until she finally broke the contact.
Backing away slightly, she observed his expression shift into one of raw lust, reminiscent of a predator marking a succulent meal.
Witnessing his hunger caused a slight dampness to bloom between her own thighs.
"Now, now, I can see you're both hungry and horny, but I told you last night: you must rest after your daily Cultivation training and take a refreshing bath to clean up before indulging in carnal pleasures." Elle’s voice carried a playful, seductive lilt as she lectured him.
His only response was a disappointed groan.
Oliver opened his mouth to protest but quickly realized she wouldn't budge on the matter, so he simply surrendered and chose to obey.
"Fine. But after the bath, you'll let me ravish you, right?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.
Rather than giving a verbal reply, Elle offered a wink and a smile. She turned and walked away, her curvy hips swaying provocatively with every step as he watched her retreat.
"That concludes the morning session, Mr. Oliver. Go soak in a warm bath and get some rest; afterward, you may do whatever your heart desires." She cast one last mischievous glance over her shoulder before vanishing through the doors.
Once she was out of sight, Oliver shook his head with a sigh. "Man, she really is a devil in disguise... My whole body is in agony, yet I haven't sustained a single real injury..."
With those words, he exited the dojo and made his way toward his quarters for a soak.
After a quick shower, he settled into a steaming bath infused with medicinal herbs designed to soothe his weary muscles and accelerate his recovery.
"Is this some kind of Traditional Medicine?" Oliver mused, letting himself sink deeper into the warmth.
A potent aroma filled the room—a scent that was simultaneously peculiar and strangely inviting.
He soaked for a full thirty minutes before stepping out, feeling his vitality return.
Just as he finished toweling off, a knock sounded at the door.
Assuming it was Elle, Oliver called out for her to enter.
He stood there completely unclothed, drying his skin with a towel while a fresh set of clothes sat ready on the bed.
When the door swung open, it wasn't Elle who entered, but a girl with short, vibrant red hair.
Her blue eyes sparkled like precious jewels catching the light.
She possessed porcelain skin and a curvaceous figure capable of driving any man to distraction, topped with a smile that could weaken anyone's resolve.
Draped in a simple white bathrobe, she was a stunning sight, the garment hanging just low enough to tease him with a glimpse of her cleavage.
The sight caused Oliver to freeze for a heartbeat. Then, acting on impulse, he lunged forward and gathered her into his arms.
A startled gasp escaped her as he lifted her in a powerful embrace. Before she could say a word, he silenced her with a passionate, hungry kiss.
His hands began to wander over her form, tracing every curve and caressing the silkiness of her skin.
"Mmm..." she moaned softly, hooking her arms around his neck to draw him closer.
They remained locked in that embrace for a long time before Oliver finally pulled back.
Looking into his eyes, she saw that familiar glint—a cocktail of pure desire, lust, and eager anticipation.
It sent a flutter through her heart and a wave of heat through her body.
"Oliver..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she gazed up at him.
"My beautiful sister, Amara. I’ve missed you dearly..." Oliver admitted, his expression full of earnest longing.
Then, his tone turned dark and seductive. "How about we enjoy ourselves a little right now?"
As he spoke, he slid his hand beneath the fabric of her bathrobe, his fingers finding the soft weight of her breast.
Oliver began to toy with her firm bosom, kneading the flesh and pinching her hardening nipples quite firmly.
The sensation forced another soft moan of ecstasy from her lips, causing her lower half to throb with heat.
The feeling of Oliver's calloused, powerful hands on her breasts was an incredible turn-on. She wanted nothing more than to lose herself in his touch.
"Ah, Oliver! That feels... amazing... I love it when you touch me like this..." Amara whimpered as he pinched her sensitive peaks once more.
Leaning down to her ear, Oliver whispered in a low, husky voice, "Then let’s go to the bed, my dear sister, so we can enjoy each other without any inhibitions."