NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 265 265: Elle's Past

The initial phase was simple enough. However, as the training progressed into the subsequent sets, the difficulty spiked. Each repetition grew more demanding, quickly draining Oliver's energy and leaving him thoroughly spent.

Despite the fatigue, he pushed forward. He was driven by a fierce desire to improve his physical condition, knowing it was vital to sustain both his hedonistic lifestyle and the effects of the unique drug in his system, which craved intense physical exertion.

With his mind set, he clenched his teeth and followed Elle's instructions, forcing his body to go beyond its natural boundaries.

Elle, however, was careful not to let him overdo it. She possessed a keen understanding of his limits and knew exactly how much strain his stamina and energy levels could handle.

She monitored his state with a watchful eye, ensuring the session remained a productive workout rather than descending into a form of physical torment.

Eventually, Oliver reached his breaking point, his arms and legs feeling as heavy as solid lead.

Recognizing he had reached his limit, Elle concluded the session. She instructed him to stop and began a series of stretches to prevent his muscles from locking up.

To further aid his recovery, she provided a soothing massage, kneading his aching muscles to alleviate the soreness while he rested.

"You did pretty well for your first time, Mr. Oliver," Elle complimented him with a grin, clearly pleased by his persistence. "Now, the priority is proper nutrition and rest to ensure your body heals at an optimal pace."

"Ahhh... Your soft hands are doing wonders for me..." Oliver let out a low groan. He felt a wave of relief and pleasure as Elle’s palms glided over his frame, melting away the tension.

After a few moments, she withdrew and proposed they share a shower. She explained that a hot soak would help wash away the sweat and further soothe his throbbing muscles.

Eager for the relief, he didn't hesitate to head toward the bathroom, with Elle following close behind.

"Hmmm..." A hum of contentment escaped Oliver as he stepped into the shower, his skin tingling as the warm spray enveloped him.

"Does that feel good?" Elle asked with a smile, closing the distance between them. She brushed her body against his as she gripped his shoulders, gently pinning him against the wall.

Oliver met her gaze and nodded. "Yeah, this feels nice."

He then rested his hands on Elle's waist, savoring the sensation of her smooth skin under his palms.

Returning his smile, she began to apply soap, thoroughly washing his body under the falling water. She was meticulous in her scrubbing, paying particular attention to his manhood.

His cock hardened almost instantly under her touch, and she took her time as she cleaned and stroked the length of it.

Soon after, they swapped roles so she could wash. Oliver assisted her eagerly, and they eventually finished rinsing off the soap together.

Once they were clean, they transitioned into the bathtub.

Elle settled herself between his legs, leaning back against him. As they soaked in the steaming water, both let out sighs of pure relaxation, the heat loosening their bodies even further.

"This feels nice." With a relaxed exhale, Oliver pulled her into a back hug, his hands moving up to cup and caress her breasts.

Elle turned her head slightly to look back at him, offering a small smile. "It certainly does... but try not to get too worked up. You need your rest, or it will negatively impact your recovery and training results."

"Okay, I promise I'll behave." Though he wanted more than just to touch her, Oliver gave in. He understood the logic behind her warning.

His muscles were currently in a state of repair; engaging in anything too vigorous right now would be counterproductive.

Holding back his impulses, he remained still.

They lingered in the tub, enjoying the quiet intimacy while occasionally trading playful remarks and compliments.

"By the way, do you mind telling me about yourself?" Oliver inquired suddenly, the question catching Elle off guard.

Elle looked back at him, her eyebrows rising in curiosity. "What exactly do you want to know?"

"Anything, really..." Oliver answered, smiling warmly. "I'd like to understand more about my beautiful bodyguard. I'm relying on you for so much, so it only makes sense that I get to know you better."

Elle paused to reflect on how much to share before finally deciding to speak. "Hmm... Let's see. Where to start?"

She began to describe her upbringing, explaining how her mother had served as a personal maid for William. He had recruited her mother after being impressed by her professional conduct and expertise.

She went on to detail how, through a chain of events, she ended up being trained under William’s direction in various disciplines, including martial arts, combat, and corporate management.

Initially, she assumed William was grooming her to be his personal assistant. However, he eventually revealed that her true purpose was to serve as Oliver's bodyguard and aide, along with other specialized responsibilities.

Elle had accepted the role without a second thought. Because her mother had been in William's service for so long, she viewed him as a father figure. Thus, she vowed to herself that she would safeguard Oliver at any cost.

"Wow..." Oliver muttered after listening to her story.

He was stunned to learn how much she had endured and accomplished at such a young age.

At the same time, he felt a surge of confidence knowing he could trust her completely. It was clear that her entire life had been a preparation for his protection.

"I had no clue about any of that... but hearing it makes me feel incredibly lucky to have you with me," he admitted with genuine emotion.

Elle smiled and shifted her body to embrace him.

She pressed herself against him, her hand rubbing his back while the other gently stroked his cheek. "You don't need to thank me, Mr. Oliver. This is my duty. I would do anything for you, provided it is within my power."

Oliver circled his arms around Elle's waist, pulling her closer until their faces were inches apart. Their gazes locked, and they remained like that for a long moment.

Then, without a word, they leaned in and their lips met, starting a deep kiss in the tub.

Elle responded with passion, their lips moving in sync while their tongues met and danced.

Both were lost in the intense sensation of the kiss, the sound of their wet, rhythmic slurping filling the quiet room.

After a long while, they finally pulled apart, looking at each other with eyes full of affection.

"I'm so glad you came into my life..." Oliver whispered, pulling her tight against his chest. "Thank you for everything."

Elle beamed at him, tightening her own hold as she replied, "Likewise, Mr. Oliver..."