Chapter 410 - 395: Human Lust

"Hehe, Lucas Hughes, you’re such a bastard, such a shameless man, surely you’re one of a kind in this world, huh?"

"Yeah, Mom, do you like it? Today, let me, the most shameless bastard in the world, serve you well, okay?"

"Hmph! You little bastard, you’re really asking for a beating."

The woman smugly snorted, pulled back her foot, reached out to grab Lucas Hughes by the neck, and buried his face in her body.

"Hiss! Ah!"

After a moment of extreme pleasure, the woman laughed and asked, "I say, Lucas Hughes, that stupid woman Chloe Simpson still hasn’t found out anything, thinking I’m really the little aunt of her child, huh?"

"Isn’t it because you’re so good at acting, Mom? I love you to death. Can I die on you today?"

Lucas Hughes murmured while kissing and biting.

"That’s all thanks to your mom, who helps you lie. You’re truly a family of bastards. Hahahaha..."

The woman spoke with a face of enjoyment.

"Hey, Mrs. Claire, you’re wrong, aren’t you? Isn’t it because you’re so capable? My mom really likes you."

Lucas Hughes continued to serve Claire Sloane diligently and spoke.

"Ha, liking me? I think you like my money, like my family background. I told you from the start, with your status, there’s no way I could marry you."

"Just playing with you, don’t harbor delusions. The Sloane Family is one of the top families in Kyohai. If I didn’t think you were good in bed, I wouldn’t bother with a low-status man like you."

Claire Sloane stretched out her hand and forcefully pressed Lucas Hughes’ head down, still mocking with her mouth, with an arrogant princess-like demeanor.

"Yes, I know, Mom, I’ve never hoped for anything. I just like serving you, like you abusing me, like you calling me a little bastard."

Lucas Hughes nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, and got up, "I’ll wash up and come serve you, Mom."

He finished speaking, got up, and went to the bathroom.

He took out the half bottle of Drunken Dream Death from last night that he had given Chloe Simpson.

This was a drug he independently researched, specifically for dealing with women.

It was also his proudest creation as a medical PhD in reproductive endocrinology.

He contentedly shook the colorless and tasteless liquid in his hand and poured it all into a water cup.

Normally, just a few drops of Drunken Dream Death would be enough.

Last night, wanting to cause Chloe Simpson hallucinations and stupor, he poured half a bottle into the wine.

Otherwise, how could Chloe possibly mistake his cousin Alexander Johnson for him!

As for his cousin, good news will probably come soon.

For now, the most important thing is that he needs to deal with Claire Sloane, this woman.

He really didn’t like hearing what this woman had just said.

Of course, it’s necessary to use plenty of Drunken Dream Death to "serve" her properly.

"Are you done yet, you little bastard? Why is it taking so long this time?"

Outside, Claire Sloane was already waiting impatiently.

"I’m done, coming."

Lucas Hughes quickly washed himself under the shower, rubbed himself twice with shower gel, then came out wrapped in a towel, carrying the water.

"Come, have a glass of happy water."

"I just love your convenient medical PhD expertise."

Claire Sloane took the water, smiled, and drank it all in one gulp.

She was already wild, and when she approached Lucas Hughes, she even asked him to prepare something for fun with his expertise in reproductive endocrinology.

This really struck a chord with Lucas Hughes.

All his careful planning was no longer needed.

He could now directly use his methods openly.

Who asked this woman to be so shameless?

But what Claire Sloane didn’t know was how potent the Drunken Dream Death Lucas Hughes gave her was.

It not only enhances pleasure but also induces hallucinations.

Just like now.

After drinking Drunken Dream Death, Claire Sloane provocatively began.

"Mm, come, do me!"

"Little bastard, do me!"

"Ah! Yes!"

"Hiss! Daddy!"

"Hit! Harder!"

And Lucas Hughes thoroughly enjoyed Claire Sloane’s extreme contrast of perverse shamelessness.

Before using Drunken Dream Death, Claire Sloane was like a high and mighty granny, a mom.

But after using it, she’d beg Lucas Hughes to do her.

This completely satisfied Lucas Hughes’ own impotent and desperate-to-unleash perverse desires.

"Shameless, fuck, really fucking shameless! Really fucking slutty! Women like you are born to be subservient!"

"Fuck you to death!"