Chapter 2: Seductive Attire and Forbidden Licks Under the Table
Seductive Attire and Forbidden Licks Under the Table
The body of the mother in my arms was so hot it was shocking, as if she would burn me. I knew this was the effect of the operation of the Beast Desire Technique.
Mother opened her eyes, tears shimmering in them: "Baby... Mom feels so good... but also so ashamed..." Her voice carried a sobbing tone, "This bad thing, it’s driving Mom crazy..."
"Mom... why not rest for a day?" I said softly.
Mother gently shook her head, bit her lip lightly, her brows slightly furrowed, full of shyness. She lightly circled her finger on my chest, as if her little thoughts had been seen through, and her cheeks instantly became even redder. Mother secretly asked me in my arms: "Baby... just now, did you think Mom looked very indecent?"
"How could I?" I kissed her forehead. "In my eyes, Mom is always the most beautiful."
A trace of sweetness flashed in Mother’s eyes. She buried her face in my chest: "You’re lying... I must have looked so embarrassing just now..."
"Not embarrassing at all. It means you’re really cultivating, and..." I paused, "I think you look great like this."
Mother’s breathing clearly quickened: "Little rascal... you just know how to coax Mom..." She nuzzled in my arms, "But... Mom likes hearing you say that."
Yes, I like seeing Mom like this, retaining both her elegant temperament and revealing her wild, wanton side. It’s simply irresistible.
In the room, I took out a uniquely designed outfit from the wardrobe. I thought this was the most beautiful dress for the cold-faced Sword Immortal, since all the other clothes were too conservative, covering her from head to toe. This outfit was made of three pieces: the outer gauze dress had a long hem and wide sleeves. From behind, it looked like an ordinary ancient woman’s long dress, but from the front, there was a large hole from the neck and collarbone to the middle of the chest with no fabric, and in that hole was a white camisole-like inner piece. At the waist, there was a leather belt, and from the front of the belt hung a strip of gauze about seven or eight inches wide, probably to prevent tripping. Its length was much shorter than the back, and since there were long pants, there was actually no need to cover anything. I handed this outfit, which I thought was the most beautiful, to Mom. She told me to go out so she could change herself.
I obediently retreated outside the door. The morning sun rose, illuminating a patch of water on the ground that hadn’t dried yet, reminding me of everything that had just happened.