Chapter 47 — The daily life of a Mommy Slave. (2)

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 — The daily life of a Mommy Slave. (2)

The neighboring women crossed their arms, whispering viciously among themselves.

Completely unaware of the true power dynamic at play, they assumed Amelia had simply lost her mind to an overwhelming, shameless heat and let her desires run wild in broad daylight.

Their eyes hardened with judgmental, dirty looks.

"Hey, Aria, hold on a sec," Amelia called out, cutting through their murmurs before anyone else could speak.

Aria blinked, her eyes darting over Amelia’s scandalously exposed body.

Then, a spark of complete understanding flashed in her gaze as she remembered the orders of their shared master.

"Ah... I-I see," Aria whispered, a flush of wicked excitement spreading across her cheeks.

Without missing a beat, Aria glanced back at the shocked, gaping women, then turned and closed the distance between them.

She stepped right up to Amelia and leaned in, pressing her face close.

Smack... Smooch... Slurp... Sluuurp...

Mmmph...

Mmmph... Smooch... Slurp...

Smmmmooch...

Before the neighborhood ladies could even process what was happening, the two women locked lips, launching straight into a heavy, utterly filthy deep kiss right there on the corridors.

Aria’s tongue pushed past Amelia’s lips, hungrily tasting each other as their saliva mixed and dripped down their chins, a brazen display of total depravity in front of the stunned audience.

"Wha?! Wha?! Wha?! A—Aria?! A-A-Amelia!?"

"Wh-What’s going on?!"

"A k-kiss!?"

The neighborhood ladies stood frozen like statues, their minds entirely short-circuiting at the sudden, lewd display unfolding right in front of them.

But Amelia and Aria ignored them completely, entirely lost in the heavy, electric friction of the moment.

Their hands roamed freely—kneading each other’s soft, exposed asses and squeezing heavy handfuls of flesh right through their clothes, dragging the kiss out well past a standard greeting.

I did it... Amelia thought, a shiver of intense, degrading euphoria rippling through her core as her unshielded pussy wept warm tracks of lewd juices down her thighs.

A blatant, filthy kiss between two slaves on the open hallway, all because of my son’s command...

One of Arthur’s strict standing orders echoed vividly in both of their minds:

’From now on, whenever you meet each other, deep-kiss for a full minute while groping each other.’

As completely broken, devoted slaves to the same master, they cared nothing for the scandalized stares of the ordinary world.

Finally, after a full, breathless three minutes of exchanging saliva and heat, their lips parted with a wet, obscene schlick.

A thick, shimmering string of saliva stretched between their mouths, lingering in the air before snapping—putting on an even more degraded show for the gaping audience.

"Sorry about that," Amelia panted, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, a wicked, gleam in her eyes.

"It was Master’s command."

"M-Master?!" one of the neighborhood women gasped, her voice pitching up in instant disbelief.

"R-Really?!"

"If it’s a Master’s command, I suppose I understand the point of it, but..." another woman stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep, betrayed red.

"Wh-Who is he?!" a third demanded, stepping closer.

The moment the word "Master" slipped out, the atmosphere shifted entirely.

The contemptuous, judgmental glares that had been locked onto Amelia vanished in an instant, replaced by wide eyes brimming with desperate anticipation.

Every single one of them was slender, curvy, or petite—each woman carrying her own unique, seductive appeal.

But beneath the surface veneer of ordinary suburban life, they were all true, unrepentant masochistic women belonging entirely to the M World.

In their eyes, a real, commanding "Master" was the stuff of absolute fantasy.

Any trace of moral outrage evaporated, instantly swallowed by bottomless envy.

They swarmed closer, practically vibrating with curiosity as they began grilling Amelia and Aria about the mysterious man with unbridled enthusiasm.

"No way, Aria too!?" one of the women breathed, her eyes darting between the two flushed, aroused slaves in utter disbelief.

"Yes," Aria answered, a proud, submissive smile gracing her lips.

The neighborhood ladies reeled, completely stunned by the revelation.

The sheer scale of it blew their minds—this mysterious man didn’t just have one devoted plaything under his thumb.

"Gulp... A-Amazing..." another woman whispered, swallowing hard as a heavy flush crept up her neck.

"A real man who actually breaks women in and turns them into obedient slaves..."

"R-Right? And making them parade around in slutty outfits like this in broad daylight, forcing them into public displays of submission..."

Having lived sheltered lives where such raw, absolute dominance was only ever a fantasy read in secret, the ladies were trembling with excitement.

Their cheeks flushed a deep, heated red, clearly intoxicated by the sheer depravity of it all.

"S-So, who is he?!" the third woman asked, her voice practically shaking with curiosity as she stared intensely at Amelia.

"Tell us who he is!"

Amelia felt a surge of wicked pride warm her chest.

She parted her lips, a slow, deeply lewd smile spreading across her face as she remembered Arthur’s second, command:

’If anyone ever asks who your Master is, you will answer them with my name, without a shred of hesitation.’

Taking a breath, letting the heavy, wet ache of her unshielded pussy remind her exactly whose property she was, Amelia spoke the name aloud.

"Arthur."

"""What?!?!?"""

The neighborhood ladies let out a synchronized shriek of disbelief, their voices ringing out loud.

"A-Arthur? Is this the Arthur we actually know?!"

"N-No way. It has to be someone else with the same name. There is no possible way..."

"Y-Yeah! Amelia, seriously, who is it really?"

Faced with such an absurd revelation, their minds outright rejected the truth.

Having seen Arthur around the apartment complex, they had always pegged him as just another average guy—not some ruthless sadist capable of keeping two women on leashes, let alone transforming his own mother into a shameless sex slave.

"It’s Arthur. It’s really him," Amelia confirmed, her voice dripping with sinful pride.

"N-No, it can’t be..."

"A-Arthur..." Aria chimed in from the side, a shy, submissive blush spreading across her cheeks as she nodded in absolute confirmation.

Only then did the reality sink in. The ladies stood paralyzed, struck completely dumb by the sheer scale of the depravity.

In their world, finding a man with a dominant streak strong enough to claim even a single female slave was rare.

But discovering that it was quiet, ordinary Arthur—and that he had broken his own mother into a lewd, obedient bitch—shattered every boundary of local imagination.

"He’d been changing bit by bit lately... and now this," one of the women whispered, her eyes wide.

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