Chapter 51 - 50 — A New Slave? (1)

Chapter 51: Chapter 50 — A New Slave? (1)

He still wasn’t entirely sure how he had ended up in this reality, but a heavy wave of gratitude swelled in his chest—even directed toward some unknown god he didn’t even believe in.

His mood was at absolute peak performance.

Sure, he had the power to grab virtually any random woman off the roadside and have sex her, but that wasn’t his craving.

Anonymous hookups with strangers held little appeal for him; he craved the raw, intense friction of sleeping with someone he actually knew and desired.

Of course, catching a random civilian’s eye, sharing a heavy kiss, or feeling them up on a whim wasn’t entirely out of the question either.

Amelia and Aria quickly drifted to the front of his mind—the two MILFs who, alongside Sadie, had already experienced the full weight of his cock.

Stepping into the lobby, the group headed straight for the elevator.

The doors slid open to reveal they weren’t alone.

Standing inside was someone Arthur had met recently, a woman he had spotted wandering around the neighborhood park over the last week.

"Oh... Arthur, hi," a soft, shy voice murmured.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed slightly with sudden, electric interest. "Hey there, Lily..."

It was Lily, the voluptuous blonde mother from the park.

The moment she greeted him, his cock twitched and hardened instantly inside his pants, surging with a demanding urge to ravage the woman standing right before him.

She was wonderfully thick, carrying all the rich, ripe womanly charm that only came with motherhood—curves so alluring they could make any man’s heart race into overdrive.

Lily was wearing a white dress, but unlike her modest attire from their previous encounters at the park, this outfit was clearly designed for one explicit purpose: seduction.

The ensemble consisted of a perilously short miniskirt paired with a plain, short-sleeved tee.

But the neckline plunged dangerously deep in a wide U-shape, barely managing to conceal the heavy swell of her breasts and the dark edges of her areolas underneath.

The miniskirt was so impossibly brief that it failed to cover the bottom curve of her heavy ass cheeks, riding high enough that walking around the complex like that practically begged to be punished.

Lily flushed a deep, nervous crimson under the collective stares of Arthur and his entourage of cum-marked, submissive slaves, her chest heaving as she nervously clutched the strap of her bag.

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~Lily PoV~

Lily Depp practically hurried through the front door of her own apartment, her heart hammering against her ribs and her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.

She had rushed straight home after parting ways with Amelia—Arthur’s mother—and Aria.

The vivid, burning image of those two mature women locking lips in an obscene, saliva-swapping public display, proudly parading their bodies in scandalously skimpy, slutty dresses, had struck a match directly inside Lily’s core.

Now, a desperate, agonizing itch throbbed deep within her womb, a hollow ache that refused to be ignored.

Of course, she hadn’t been entirely caught off guard.

She already had a strong inkling of what kind of man Arthur was, especially after remembering the humiliating, special attention he had subjected her and her sister to back at the park.

Right out in the open, right in front of the other neighborhood ladies and, worst and most thrillingly of all, right in front of her own daughter.

Leaning back against her locked front door, Lily let out a shaky, heat-addled breath, her hands flying up to cup her flushed cheeks.

"A-Arthur’s such a sadist..." she whimpered, her thighs trembling as she crossed them tightly, desperate to quell the sudden, soaking warmth flooding her panties.

Lily stood in front of the hallway mirror, her soft, drooping eyes giving her a sleepy, languid expression that naturally radiated a gentle, comforting aura.

In the original world, she would have been an absolute knockout—the kind of curvaceous, full-figured beauty that makes heads turn on the street.

She possessed massive, heavy tits, a fat, juicy ass, and a waist and thighs that weren’t stick-thin, but carried a luxurious, pillowy plumpness.

She was the absolute epitome of a thick, motherly goddess.

Some men might mistakenly use the word "milf" when browsing certain tags online, only to be disappointed by reality—but the moment those exact same guys laid eyes on Lily in the flesh, they would whip out their cocks and drop to their knees on the spot.

She had the kind of face and body built to satisfy every single lover of soft, lush curves.

Unfortunately, though, her voluptuous, pillowy build didn’t quite fit the extreme baseline of the M World.

Even her husband was just a nice, plain-faced average guy.

Here, most women boasted impossibly balanced, comic-book figures with perfectly toned waists, firm tits, and round asses.

By comparison, Lily’s soft, fleshy body had always felt a bit too full, leaving her secretly insecure about her weight.

Because of that, she had settled into an ordinary life, marrying a decent man and trying to fit in...

Until today, when she witnessed the sheer, depraved freedom of Arthur’s slaves and felt her heart hammer like crazy.

The image of those two women—no, slaves—locked in that filthy, saliva-swapping kiss replayed vividly in her mind.

To an ordinary outsider, it might have just looked like a passionate lesbian couple, but the whispered truths spilled by Amelia and Aria carried a heavy, depraved weight that completely short-circuited Lily’s restraint.

Haaah...

Arthur’s command.

The mere realization that a genuinely sadistic male existed right here in their complex.

A man powerful enough to claim two women as his personal bitches and shamelessly command them to perform public acts of absolute submission, was all it took to forcefully awaken her dormant masochistic instincts.

Like most couples in the M World, she and her husband were both passive masochists at heart, meaning their sex life had always lacked a true, dominant spark.

Her husband’s total lack of dominant male presence meant solo masturbation was usually far more satisfying than sharing a bed with him.

She had carried a deep, suffocating reservoir of sexual frustration for years.

But now, the sudden arrival of an apex sadist who put every ordinary man to shame had her body heating up entirely on its own, her pussy soaking wet just from the memory of him, even without his heavy cock anywhere in sight.

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[Lily]

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