NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 268. Amara, I missed you so much…

Thump!

Oliver was slammed onto the rigid timber floor by Elle, a pained grunt escaping his throat from the impact.

"Ughh..." He let out a frustrated groan, struggling to push himself up from the ground.

"Excellent. You are making progress," Elle remarked, looming over him with a gaze that remained frosty and devoid of emotion. "Now, stand up and go again."

Despite his efforts, Oliver found himself unable to rise. His frame was wracked with agony after enduring a relentless barrage of strikes from her hands and feet.

He remained sprawled there, motionless and drained, gasping for air as exhaustion took hold.

"It appears I may have pushed you slightly beyond your limit," Elle admitted, closing the distance between them. She reached down, seizing his shirt collar and hoisting him to his feet with effortless power.

He was perpetually stunned by her physical prowess; it was as if she exerted no energy at all to move him.

As she hauled him upward, their faces were brought so close that their noses nearly brushed, an intimacy that sparked a sudden wave of awkwardness within him.

Elle, however, remained entirely unphased. Instead, she wrapped her hands around Oliver's neck and leaned forward to initiate a deep, lingering kiss.

Oliver met the gesture by sliding his hands to the small of her back, pulling her body flush against his.

Elle’s tongue breached his lips, thoroughly exploring his mouth before retreating to let him reciprocate the action.

Their tongues entwined in a rhythmic dance for several moments before she eventually pulled away.

Stepping back, she observed the hunger in his eyes—a predatory, lustful expression that suggested he was looking at a prized feast.

Witnessing his desire caused a faint dampness to bloom between her legs.

"Now, now, I am well aware of your hunger and your arousal, but as I mentioned last night, rest must follow your daily training. You need a refreshing bath to clean up before we engage in any carnal delights." Elle’s tone carried a teasing, seductive edge as she lectured him.

Her decree drew a disappointed groan from his lips.

Oliver considered protesting, but realizing her resolve was unshakable, he chose to submit and obey her instructions.

"Fine. But once I'm out of the bath, will you let me ravish you?" he asked, a smirk playing on his face.

Rather than giving a verbal reply, Elle offered a wink and a smile. She turned and strolled away, her shapely hips swaying provocatively from side to side while he watched her retreat.

"That concludes the morning session, Mr. Oliver. Go enjoy a warm soak and relax for a while; afterward, you may do whatever your heart desires." She cast one last playful glance his way before vanishing behind the doors.

Once she was out of sight, Oliver sighed and shook his head. "Good grief, she really is a demon in a beautiful mask... Every inch of me aches, yet I haven't sustained a single real injury..."

With those words, he exited the dojo and made his way toward his quarters to bathe.

After a quick shower, he submerged himself in a tub of warm water infused with medicinal herbs designed to soothe his strained muscles and accelerate his recovery.

"Is this some kind of Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Oliver mused, sinking further into the liquid.

A potent aroma filled the room—a scent that was peculiar yet strangely inviting.

He soaked for a full thirty minutes before stepping out, feeling significantly revitalized.

Just as he finished towel-drying, a knock sounded at the door.

Assuming it was Elle returning, Oliver called out for her to enter.

He stood there completely naked, rubbing the towel over his skin, with a fresh set of clothes laid out on the bed nearby.

However, when the door swung open, it wasn't Elle who entered, but a girl with a short mane of crimson hair.

Her sapphire eyes sparkled like precious jewels catching the light.

She possessed pale skin, a curvaceous figure that would tempt any man, and a smile capable of turning one's knees to jelly.

Dressed in a simple white robe, she looked breathtaking, with the garment hanging just low enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.

The sight caused Oliver to freeze for a heartbeat. Then, acting on impulse, he lunged forward and gathered her into his arms.

A small gasp of surprise escaped her as he lifted her into a powerful embrace. Before she could speak, he silenced her with a fierce, passionate kiss.

His hands began to wander over her form, tracing her curves and feeling the velvety texture of her skin.

"Mmm..." she let out a soft moan, hooking her arms around his neck to draw him closer.

They remained locked in that embrace for several long seconds until Oliver finally broke the contact.

As she gazed into his eyes, she saw that familiar glint—a cocktail of raw lust, intense desire, and eager anticipation.

It sent a flutter through her heart and caused her own core to grow slick with heat.

"Oliver..." she whispered, her voice trembling and weak as she looked up at him.

"My lovely sister. Amara. I have missed you terribly..." Oliver whispered with deep sincerity.

Then, his voice dropped to a seductive crawl, "What do you say to us having a bit of fun together right now?"

As the words left his mouth, he slid his hand beneath the fabric of her robe, his fingers finding her breast.

Oliver toyed with her firm, rounded chest, kneading the flesh and pinching her stiffening nipples firmly.

Another soft moan of ecstasy escaped her, and the heat in her lower body intensified.

The feeling of Oliver's calloused, powerful hands on her skin aroused her immensely. She wanted nothing more than for his touch to continue and bring her to new heights of pleasure.

"Ah, Oliver! That feels... incredible... I adore it when you touch me like this..." Amara whimpered as he pinched her peaks once more.

Leaning down to her ear, Oliver whispered in a sultry tone, "Then let us move to the bed, my dear sister, so we can enjoy one another without any restraint."