Villain: My Revenge Begins with Eating his Mother

"Sorry, husband. Sorry, Haoran."

The moment I heard her speak his name, it hit me like a bolt. How dare she? My face darkened in an instant. What was this bitch even thinking, bringing up her useless husband now? My fingers froze in place, my anger and desire battling inside me.

Her hands were tied to the bed, leaving her completely at my mercy. I let my eyes wander across her exposed form, letting the details sink in.

I couldn't deny it—women who show their armpits during sex are extra hot in my eyes. Since hers were exposed, I wanted to teach her a lesson.

I grazed my fingers along her right armpit, enjoying the contrast between her soft red skin and the tension I was building in the air.

Slowly, my hand moved down to her stomach, where I felt her skin tremble under my touch. The sensation excited me even more. Her face twisted slightly, an expression of annoyance, maybe confusion, but it only fueled the fire inside me.

"What… ah… what are you… doing?" 

I didn't respond right away. I let the silence stretch, savoring the way she squirmed beneath me.

This scene—her large breasts giggling with happiness—was something else.

I couldn't fully grasp them, even with both hands and my mouth combined.

As I was teaching her the lesson, the fall of those twin mountains, with the cherry on top, was incredibly exciting.

"Who is your husband?" I asked quietly, as if I didn't already know.

We were both naked, the intimacy thickening between us, and still, I didn't move too fast. Slowly, I brushed my cock against her pubic area, making sure she felt every inch of me, as I squeezed her left breast roughly.

The reddening skin from my touch made me grin. Her body responded to me in a way I knew no one else could ever make her feel.

"What do you want?" Her voice hitched, part confusion, part desperation. She was giving in. I could see it in her eyes.

"Who. Is. Your. Husband?" I asked again, emphasizing the need for her answer.

I asked again, sinking my teeth into her neck, leaving a mark that made her gasp like she'd forgotten how to breathe. Before she could even flinch, I took her earlobe between my teeth, tugging just hard enough to send a jolt down her spine. Her nervous giggle escaped, but I didn't let up.

"Who is your husband?" I asked once more, my voice low and demanding.

As a seasoned and sharp-witted CEO, Mrs. Lin didn't need the dots connected to grasp my meaning. Her eyes held mine, steady, though the strain in her breath said everything. Half-moan, half-whisper, her voice conviction.

"I'm belong to you," she gasped. "That useless man... he's been out of my life for years. Tonight... tonight, I'm all yours. Only you, Master Shangrong is my husband."

The answer struck me deep, and a devilish smirk tugged at my lips. I gently brushed her purple hair again, caressing it softly before I untied her hands. But I didn't forget what I had in mind. I wanted to mess with her, to make her feel every inch of that desire for me—and I wasn't done yet.

"Since I'm your husband," I said, letting my voice roll over her with insistent energy. "Shouldn't you be fulfilling your duty as my little wife?"

At that, she spread her legs further, her posture open yet hesitant as her head turned, ashamed to face me directly. But her fingers gripped the pillow hard while her other hand reached down, spreading her own delicious folds.

The sight of her doing that, exposing herself, sent waves of heat through my body.

My cock twitched, responding to her submission and her undeniable attraction.

The reason for the haste was how hot she was, her smooth, white skin, and the soft hair of her trimmed vagina. The skin around it could redden at the slightest touch, and the pink petals of her rose were irresistibly inviting

"It's been a while since I've done this, so…" She wanted to say more, but the words were cut short as I kissed her—deep and hard, not allowing her to finish.

The way her lips softened against mine fueled every craving inside me.

Supporting her neck with one hand, I slid myself between her legs slowly, savoring the wet heat of her body. My cock slid past her entrance, and the tightness of her, so welcoming despite her reluctance, had me groaning.

"Ahh…Auugi.."

The first sensation I felt was warm and pleasant at the tip of my cock as it slid into her moist, tight depths.

Even though it was just the tip, her walls clenched around me—tight and unyielding, like an octopus.

One thing was clear: because this woman hadn't had sex in twenty years, her insides felt as tight as a virgin's.

Though she was wet, it still felt a little painful to penetrate her.

So how much pain she was feeling?

Knowing it would be even more painful for her, I started caressing her breasts, kissing her gently while continuing to push myself deeper.

Soon, I decided to go all the way in one go, swirling my tongue inside her mouth before pushing both of her hands beside the pillow, intertwining our fingers as I thrust with force.

"Clengh"

"Pam"

In that moment, I wanted to scream with pleasure..

'Haoran, Haoran, I'm really inside your mother Haha!'

But something didn't feel right...

Looking down between my legs, my senses kicked in.

What I saw was dark blood flowing from her vagina.

"Are you on your period?" I asked.

But it seemed the aphrodisiacs had completely taken control of her. She no longer cared about what I said. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she pushed her pelvis toward my cock.

"Auug… Ahh." 

"HARDER... You eunuch why don't you move!, Harder…" she whimpered, . "Shangrong, harder! You virgin bastard"

"__"

'This bitch'

At that moment, it couldn't be helped.

So, I began pounding her ruthlessly.

Soon, the never-ending marathon started.

Her back arched, her hips pressing upward to meet me, that I was deep inside her, claiming her.

The heat of her body was all-consuming, and the tightness around me felt like it was pulling me in, urging me to go deeper.

And so I did. I gripped her waist with both hands, wondering how it could be so thin when her breasts were enormously large, but this wasn't the time for such profound thoughts.

"Uuu... Auug..."

I didn't need words anymore—her body spoke for her. She was completely at my mercy, but I could see that she was no longer resisting.

The need in her eyes, the way her breath quickened as I moved inside her—it was all I needed to know that I was winning this battle of wills.

Clang!! 

Pam!! 

Clangch!!

Perverse sounds echoed around the room, neither of us able to control them.

Suddenly...

I pulled out, leaving her gasping for more, before I slammed back in, forcing a moan from her lips

"Augg... Why are you toying with me?"

Her hands, still clasped on either side of the pillow, gripped it harder, her knuckles whitening as the pressure built.

She wanted to fight it. I could tell by the way her lips trembled, but every soft, breathless moan that escaped her said otherwise.

I moved faster now, each thrust hitting deeper, and her body jerked beneath me, struggling to keep up. Her eyes fluttered closed, and the tension in her face was replaced by pure need.

I leaned forward, pressing my chest against hers, relishing the warmth between us.

My lips found hers again, kissing her deeply as my hips continued their rhythmic punishment, setting a pace that matched the rapid beat of my heart.

My lips brushed over her sensitive nipple, watching as her body reacted to every touch, every movement of mine.

"You're mine, aren't you?"

I asked between kisses, the force of my words matching the relentless force of my thrusts.

"Yes, I'm yours. Now pound me hard, honey... Auug... ahh..."

I grinned, feeling the power shift completely in my favor.

She wasn't just surrendering to me; she was begging for it. Her legs locked around my waist again, pulling me even closer, if that was even possible, as her hips rocked harder to match the intensity of each thrust.

I could feel the tension building in her; she was getting close. The small, shaky gasps and the tightening of her walls around me told me everything.

But I wasn't going to let her off that easy.

I slowed down just enough to keep her right on the edge, prolonging the pleasure that was about to overtake her.

"Not yet," I whispered in her ear, my lips brushing against her skin as I felt her tremble. "I want you to beg for it."

Her eyes met mine, desperate and hazy, filled with unspoken pleading. The way her chest heaved for air, how her hands clawed at the sheets—it was everything I'd wanted, everything I'd worked to bring out in her.

She gasped again, unable to hold back anymore. "Please," she moaned.

"Ahh... Keguuke... Please, honey, please..."

Her desperation was everything.

I drove into her again, pushing her past the breaking point, touching all the way to her cervix.

Her moans turned into frantic pleas, and I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her.

The tension between us exploded, and as she cried out in pleasure, I couldn't hold back any longer, nor could she.

With one final thrust, my release came, deep and powerful. It was almost overwhelming, feeling her clench around me as I emptied myself inside her, our fluids mixing together, making a thick solution that was red because of the flavor of blood.

I stayed there for a moment, savoring the closeness, watching her body shake from the force of the release.

Slowly, I pulled out, wiping away the sweat that covered us both as we caught our breaths.

She looked at me, her chest rising and falling, and there was something in her eyes that I knew I couldn't ignore.

Hunger... she wanted to get fucked more...

That's the speciality of women in their forties, and that was why young boys liked MILFs more than younger girls.

"Are we done?" she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with a boldness I hadn't expected.

I smirked, wiping the strands of hair from her face as I kissed her softly on the lips.

"Oh, no. We're just getting started."

With a sudden motion, I shifted, flipping her over onto her hands and knees.

"Doggy style is what you need when you want to fuck a thirsty bitch."

She gasped, surprised, as her boobs collided with the soft bed, hands gripping the bedsheet almost as if she wanted to dig her nails into it, but even then, the heat in her eyes told me everything.

She was all in now. Her body was mine to take as I pleased.

I positioned myself behind her, rubbing my cock against her wet entrance, up and down. The blood had long stopped oozing, so I did it twice, teasing her just enough to make her round ass cheeks tremble with anticipation.

One hand gripped her hip roughly, pulling her back against me, while my other hand moved to caress her melon-like breasts again, squeezing them tightly as I leaned over her.

"You're mine," I growled, positioning myself perfectly before thrusting forward, filling her completely in one forceful motion.

"Ahh... Augg!"

She cried out, her body adjusting to the sudden force, her walls clenching tightly around me, pulling me deeper. I could feel her body vibrating beneath me, her breathing frantic as her hands clutched the sheets beneath her.

Every inch of her was wet and tight, her pussy sucking me in as if it was made for me, for this exact moment.

I grabbed both of her breasts now, kneading them roughly, enjoying the soft flesh in my hands as I slammed into her again.

Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with each thrust, each movement driving her closer to the edge.

One time.

Two times.

Three times.

She squirted five times in 15 minutes. I was bewildered to see that, but I didn't stop; nor did she wanted me to.

"Do you like the way I'm ripping your cunt?" I growled again, the words leaving my lips like a command, an ultimatum. I could feel her body tightening with every deep push, and I knew she was holding back, desperate for permission.

"Aug... slow down, honey... ahh," she breathed, her voice strained with pleasure, desperate for release.

"Good," I said before I leaned forward again, squeezed a handful of her purple hair, pushing her chest into the bed as I continued my unrelenting pace.

This time I inserted my thumb into her anal hole and started massaging her.

The tightness, the slickness of her body around mine—it was intoxicating.

Each thrust was stronger, harder, until I was fucking her into the sheets with wild abandon.

The rhythm of my hips was nothing short of punishing, each thrust eliciting desperate, gasping moans from her lips.

I pulled back, making her bend even further before slamming into her again, harder, my hands pinning her down by her shoulders.

"You want it, don't you?" I teased, pulling out just enough to drive her mad with need before thrusting back inside, her body jerking with every powerful movement.

"Yes… please… harder… more," she whimpered, unable to hold back any longer. Her hips slammed back into mine with a fury, urging me to give her everything she needed.

'This bitch...'

And I didn't hold back.

With one final brutal thrust, I felt her tighten around me, her release taking over her body. She came with a loud cry, her whole body shuddering beneath me as I continued to push deeper, feeling the spasm of her orgasm ride through us both.

I held her close, the feeling of her walls contracting around me driving me over the edge as I finally let go, releasing everything into her, claiming her completely.

She collapsed beneath me, breathless and sweaty, but there was something in her gaze that told me this wasn't over.

I kissed her softly then, my hand brushing her hair away as I pulled out slowly. I could feel her tremble against me, but she didn't pull away.

But just when I was thinking I won a great war, I realized how wrong I was. Her mature body reacted urgently, and she pushed me down on the bed, climbing on top of me.

Even though I could see that she was tired, she still swallowed my whole cock in her mouth before speaking.

"You really like to play with people's feelings, don't you? Now let me teach you what it feels like to be played, honey~."

And with her words, another marathon started. That night, we fucked like rabbits. There wasn't a position we didn't try, nor a place on each other's bodies that we didn't explore.

In the end, around 4 o'clock, we both fell asleep, hugging each other tightly.

( End Of The Chapter )

[ A/N:- Most important question: Do you guys prefer to read in third-person POV, or do you like the way I'm writing now? I mean, do I need to change anything? ]