NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 274 274: Amara, I missed you so much...

Thud!

Oliver was slammed into the rigid, wooden floor by Elle, a dull grunt of agony escaping his lips.

"Ughh..." Frustration colored his groan as he fought to push himself up.

"Good. You're getting better," Elle remarked. She stood over him, her gaze icy and devoid of emotion. "Now get up and try again."

Despite his efforts, Oliver remained pinned by his own exhaustion. His frame ached intensely, battered by the relentless barrage of her strikes and kicks.

He stayed there, motionless and drained, gasping for air as he tried to steady his breathing.

"Looks like I pushed you a little too hard," Elle admitted, closing the distance between them. She reached down, seizing him by the shirt collar and hoisting him to his feet with effortless strength.

He was constantly amazed by her power; she seemed to exert no more effort than if she were lifting a feather.

As she pulled him upright, their faces were brought so close that their noses nearly brushed, making him feel strangely self-conscious.

Elle, however, appeared completely unfazed. Instead, she settled her hands on either side of Oliver's neck and leaned forward to initiate a deep kiss.

Responding instinctively, Oliver wrapped his hands around her lower back, pulling her body flush against his.

Elle’s tongue swept past his lips, venturing through his mouth before retreating to let him reciprocate the gesture.

For several long moments, their tongues entwined in a rhythmic dance until she finally pulled away.

Stepping back, she observed the hunger in his eyes—a predatory look of pure lust.

The sight of his desire caused her own body to react, her pussy becoming slightly damp.

"Now, now, I know you're hungry and horny, but as I said last night, you need to rest after your daily training and take a relaxing bath to freshen up before you indulge in any physical pleasure." Elle’s voice carried a seductive, playful edge.

A groan of disappointment escaped him at her decree.

Oliver opened his mouth to protest, but seeing her resolve, he realized she wouldn't budge. He chose to submit and obey.

"Alright. Then after the bath, you'll let me ravish you?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.

Elle didn't offer a verbal reply; instead, she gave him a wink and a smile. She turned and walked away, her shapely hips swaying provocatively as he watched her departure.

"This is all for the morning training, Mr. Oliver. Now you should get yourself a nice, warm bath and rest for a bit, then you can do whatever your heart desires." With one last mischievous glance, she vanished through the doors.

Once she was gone, Oliver sighed and shook his head. "Geez, she's really a devil in disguise... I feel pain all over my body without getting hurt at all..."

He exited the dojo, making his way toward his bedroom to seek the promised bath.

After a quick shower, he sank into a warm tub infused with herbal medicine designed to soothe his strained muscles and accelerate his recovery.

"Is this some Chinese Traditional Medicine stuff?" Oliver mused, letting the water submerge him further.

The bathroom was filled with a potent aroma—unusual, yet oddly pleasant.

He soaked for half an hour, emerging from the water feeling significantly rejuvenated.

Just as he finished toweling off, a knock sounded at the door.

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

He stood there unclothed, drying himself with a towel while a fresh set of clothes lay ready on the bed.

When the door swung open, it wasn't Elle who entered, but a girl with short, vibrant red hair.

Her blue eyes sparkled like precious gems in the light.

She possessed pale skin and a curvaceous figure that would tempt any man, paired with a smile capable of weakening anyone's resolve.

Dressed in a simple white bathrobe, she was breathtaking, the garment revealing just enough cleavage to be a tease.

Oliver froze for a heartbeat at the sight of her. 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 claimed her lips in a fervent, passionate kiss.

His palms wandered over her form, tracing every curve and feeling the silkiness of her skin.

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

They remained locked together for a long while before Oliver finally eased his grip.

Looking into his eyes, she saw that familiar glint—a cocktail of raw lust, anticipation, and excitement.

The look made her heart race and her pussy grow wet with arousal.

"Oliver..." Her voice was tremulous as she gazed up at him.

"My beautiful sister. Amara. I missed you so much..." Oliver admitted, his expression full of sincerity.

Then, his tone shifted to something more carnal. "How about we have a little fun together right now?"

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

Oliver toyed with the firm, rounded flesh, kneading and squeezing while pinching her sensitive nipples.

Another soft moan of ecstasy escaped her, and a surge of heat pooled in her lower half.

The friction of Oliver's calloused, powerful hands against her breasts was incredibly arousing. She craved nothing more than his touch and the pleasure he could provide.

"Ah, Oliver! That feels... wonderful... I love when you touch me..." Amara whimpered as he pinched her hardened nipples once more.

Leaning in close to her ear, Oliver whispered huskily, "Then let's head to the bed so we can enjoy each other's company without holding back anything, my dear sister."