NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 282 282: Isn't it just a normal car?

Previously on NTR: Mommy Will Help You!...

Over the past couple of months, Oliver intensified his training with Elle, honing his combat skills in intense sparring sessions that pushed him closer to her superior prowess while learning to anticipate her moves. He also delved into business management under Mia and Anna's guidance, navigating the complexities of leadership amid their persistent teasing and seductions, though the drug's side effects faded after two weeks, allowing greater focus. His high school finals were conducted at the mansion through William's generous donations, freeing him from the school's tense atmosphere. As these demands eased, Brenda called, mildly upset over his unresponsiveness, and invited him to the graduation party at noon, where he agreed to meet her outside the auditorium before heading out, pondering how others might react to his changes.

In the high school attended by Oliver, a massive crowd of students had assembled for the graduation celebration, taking place within the auditorium of the school.

The atmosphere buzzed with joy and excitement as students chatted and mingled freely.

Each one had dressed up sharply, donning elegant dresses or suits to appear more polished than on ordinary days.

The boys strived to act suave, discussing their upcoming ambitions with wide grins lighting up their faces.

The girls followed suit, slipping into alluring attire that revealed more skin than typical and striving to appear as captivating as they could.

Yet, with some time remaining until the event kicked off, numerous attendees roamed the campus, soaking in the sentimental memories of their school days.

Brenda stood among them, clad in a form-hugging red gown that accentuated her slender legs beautifully. She appeared truly striking in it.

Her bust received extra highlight, displaying a subtle hint of cleavage that showcased her womanly charms effectively.

"Is Oliver truly going to show up?" The voice of another girl pulled Brenda's gaze, leading her to spot two well-known figures positioned together nearby.

This girl sported an elegant white gown adorned with floral patterns. It suited her fair complexion perfectly, lending her a pure and guileless vibe.

Meanwhile, the boy in his suit seemed visibly uneasy, as though he wished to be anywhere else.

Brenda offered them a friendly wave and grin. "Sarah. Ron. You both seem really sharp today."

Sarah responded warmly. "Thanks." Spotting Ron's fixed stare on Brenda, she promptly nudged him sharply in the side, making him yelp in discomfort.

"Oww!! W-what was that for?!" Ron grumbled, massaging his tender spot.

Sarah gave him an exasperated eye-roll. "Why are you gawking at her? Haven't you seen plenty of her already?"

Ron flushed crimson at her words and averted his eyes, mortified. "It's not like that... She's just coming across way hotter than normal, that's all..."

Brenda flashed a self-satisfied smile at the praise, then brushed it aside casually, pretending it was no big deal.

"Naturally I do. It's a big occasion today. No way I'm letting my appearance fall short, right?" she shot back assuredly. "Anyway... Oliver mentioned he'd arrive by noon, but I'm puzzled about his delay..."

Ron opened his mouth to respond when a booming noise echoed across the vicinity.

All those within hearing distance whipped their heads toward the origin, catching sight of a crimson automobile speeding down the road adjacent to their school, far exceeding prudent speeds for the area.

Still, the vehicle eased its pace slightly upon approaching the entrance gates to the school grounds.

Onlookers could merely gape at the lavish ride as it zipped past, speculating if a wealthy individual had chosen to drop by that day.

"That's a damn Koenigsegg Gemera!!" Ron's eyes bulged as the scarlet sports car pulled into the school property, and he rattled off its model without hesitation.

The revelation that a person affluent enough for such a luxury machine was gracing their school stirred widespread intrigue, prompting loads of students to whip out their mobiles to capture the unfolding scene.

Shortly thereafter, the pricey hypercar came to a halt directly beside Brenda and her friends, pulling in even greater focus.

As the door swung open and a figure emerged from the passenger side, Sarah gasped in shock.

"Oh my god!! Oliver?! What the heck is this?!" she burst out, gesturing wildly at the scarlet machine trailing him.

Oliver glanced at her pointed target and offered a subtle smile. "What? Isn't it merely an everyday ride?"

"Everyday, my foot!! This is a Koenigsegg Gemera!" Ron yelled, rushing over to the vehicle and orbiting it repeatedly, as if struggling to grasp its staggering worth.

Afterward, he fixed his gleaming gaze on Oliver. "I can't wrap my head around you rolling up in this beast. Hold on, how'd you score a ride like that? Are you some hidden tycoon finally stepping into the spotlight today?!"

Oliver let out a light laugh at Ron's speculation. "You're pretty quick on the uptake, huh? Guessing nearly all of it right off the bat..."

"Eh... I did what?" Ron blinked repeatedly before rubbing his head, befuddled.

Oliver skipped a reply, pivoting instead to confront Brenda, who had observed their exchange quietly from afar.

Stunned surprise etched her features, unprepared for such a twist on this day.

Yet, nothing gripped her focus quite like Oliver's striking visage.

He appeared somewhat more grown-up, more dashing, and more alluring than in her recollections, sending her pulse racing wildly as she fixed her eyes on him.

His mere appearance drew female attention wherever he ventured, and paired with a bold, assured presence, it promised endless admirers flocking to him.

While these thoughts swirled in Brenda's mind, Oliver strode directly toward her, encircling her waist with his arms and drawing her close in an embrace.

In that instant, a whiff of cologne drifted into her senses.

An unfamiliar aroma, one she'd never encountered, flooded her as its crisp freshness overtook her awareness.

Perfectly balanced—not overpowering or faint—it ignited an unintended warmth throughout her frame.

More than anything, though, that fragrance evoked a deep sense of recognition and wistfulness... stirring a torrent of buried feelings from her innermost being.

The sensation intensified with each breath Brenda took of Oliver's scent, until she surrendered fully, pressing her face to his chest and inhaling deeply like an eager pup.

Her limbs encircled his torso as her entire form trembled, overwhelmed by the rush of powerful sentiments crashing over her.