NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 305 305: Did They Put Something Weird in Her Drink?

Sarah had lost her earlier restraint, appearing like an entirely new person. Her lips swelled from the brutal cocks slamming into her mouth, and her eyes held a glassy haze, as if she'd downed some fiercely potent alcohol.

Observing their condition, Oliver shook his head, then faced the girls and said, "Can you help these two get dressed and ready to leave? I think they're still in a daze from all the drinks and sex."

Brenda laughed softly at Oliver's words. "Sure thing, Oliver. Leave it to us." She headed to Ron, who stood with pants lowered, while Rebecca assisted Sarah in rising and dressing correctly once more.

As they handled that task, the two buff men shook off their climaxes. Spotting the scene, they scowled and addressed Oliver with irritated voices.

"Who do you think you are? Taking away our toy? Do you know what we'll do to you?" One growled, eyes piercing Oliver like knives.

The other buff man eyed Oliver's girls aiding Ron and Sarah with clothing, then smirked and added, "It seems that your girls are quite beautiful, huh? Why don't you let us have some fun with them too before leaving? We promise to treat them well."

Oliver ignored them completely, not sparing a glance, and casually flicked his hand.

Outraged by Oliver's dismissive demeanor, the two buff men advanced, set to punish him for the insult.

Yet before they could act further, numerous security guards encircled them and hauled them off with force.

The event unfolded so abruptly that they barely grasped it before being dumped outside the club, sprawled on the ground like trash in a heap.

Meanwhile, Ron broke from his stupor. He scanned the area, blinking puzzled, struggling to recall his location and recent events.

Sarah remained deeply disoriented, clueless about her surroundings. She stood limp like a marionette with severed strings, eyes vacant and uncomprehending.

"Did they put some kind of heavy aphrodisiac inside her drinks?" Oliver pondered, noting Sarah's drastic shift from her typical demure demeanor.

Emma affirmed Oliver's query with a nod. "Looks like they did. Otherwise, there's no explanation for her being so out of it." She pivoted and began pulling Sarah from the bar, gripping her firmly.

Ron showed worry for Sarah too, hurrying to her and encircling her waist with an arm to bear her weight. "What's wrong with her? I thought she was enjoying herself just a moment ago..."

He strained to remember the night's flow but recalled only Sarah sipping liquor from a buff man and carrying on merrily.

Maya shot Ron a stern glance and shook her head. "You should keep a better eye on your girlfriend. Don't you know that there are people out there who might try to intoxicate girls with incredibly strong aphrodisiacs to get their way with them in clubs? Although this club is supposed to be a sex club, and you can get down and dirty with your partner on the dance floor without needing to worry about such things, you don't know how things are and who might be targeting your girlfriend as prey to take advantage of her. And look at Sarah's current condition! You let someone give your girlfriend those dangerous drinks! This could have ended horribly! Do you realize that!?"

Ron parted his lips to counter Maya, but silence followed since he recognized her truth. It was his mistake. Greater caution would have spared Sarah this fate.

"Ron, I know you're into watching other guys with your girlfriend, but you should at least try to look out for her as well." Oliver clapped Ron's shoulder firmly. "Your girlfriend's safety comes first over your sexual fantasy. Remember, always make sure your partner is with someone you can trust at all times. Otherwise, accidents like this one might happen in the future. And who knows what kind of consequences will ensue? Just be more careful next time. Got it?"

Ron nodded, apologizing to Oliver and Maya for his negligence. He vowed never to allow Sarah such risk again. His love for her ran too deep to witness her harmed by this.

"We should take her to a hospital." Emma proposed, steadying Sarah with an arm. "Who knows what kind of potent substance they used to spike her drinks? It could be something harmful for her body and health."

Oliver agreed with Emma and guided everyone from the club to their waiting cars outside.

Guards stood prepared there, poised to chauffeur them back.

They entered distinct vehicles and soon sped toward the hospital, hoping Sarah gained apt care for the strong drug coursing through her.

Yet mere minutes into the drive, roaring engines echoed close, and swiftly, several black cars hemmed theirs in from all sides, halting their path.