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Chapter 130: The Lonely Mistress and the Ace Bodyguard [R-18]

The digital numbers on the clock face flipped to 00:00. Midnight sharp.

Dead silence completely descended upon the Ward household. The laughter and the blaring TV from hours ago had long since faded. Only the faint hum of the air conditioner remained, acting as a lullaby for Damien and Julian, who had drifted into a blissful slumber in their bedrooms.

However... in another corner of the house, inside Clara's massive Walk-in Closet, the atmosphere was starkly different. It had been transformed from an ordinary dressing room into a miniature "Studio of Secrets."

Owen killed the main ceiling light, plunging the room into dim darkness, before waking up a new set of lights to replace it... The soft glow from an 18-inch "Ring Light" shone into the center of the room, contrasting with the warm orange hue of a vintage floor lamp positioned meticulously to cast shadows that accentuated the model's curves.

An expensive pro-level video camera sat steadily on a tripod. Its wide-aperture prime lens was fixed on a "Cream Velvet Stool" standing tall in the center of the room, waiting for its queen to take her throne.

The sweet scent of Clara’s perfume wafted through the air, mingling with the faint smell of powder and cosmetics, creating an atmosphere that was luxurious, feminine, and strangely stimulating to a man's primal instincts.

Owen stood with his arms crossed behind the monitor. His sharp golden eyes stared intently, checking the composition in the frame. He adjusted the ISO and aperture slightly to ensure that when Clara's smooth white skin caught the light, it would glow like a pearl.

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth...

He was incredibly proud of this masterpiece. Clara was no longer just a boring middle-aged housewife. Under his care, she had transformed into a "Queen" of the OnlyStar world whom tens of thousands of men dreamed of and were willing to pay to see...

But they could only be "Viewers." Only he was the "Owner" who had the right to touch her.

Swish...

The sound of the velvet curtain in the changing zone being pulled back called Owen's focus to the front.

Clara stepped out of the shadows into the light... and in that second, Owen's breath hitched.

Tonight, she wore a fine satin evening gown in "Burgundy," a deep red that contrasted violently with her pale skin, making her look radiant.

The dress was designed specifically to "Seduce." It was held up by tiny spaghetti straps that looked fragile enough to snap if tugged even lightly. The front featured a deep cowl neck, revealing plump breasts pushed together tightly, exposing nearly half of their volume.

"You look... very 'dangerous,' Clara..."

Owen pulled away from the camera screen, walking straight toward her as if under a spell. His eyes swept over that seductive body from head to toe.

"So beautiful I want to cancel the shoot... and keep you all to myself right now."

Clara smiled shyly, her face flushing to match the dress, but her eyes sparkled with overflowing confidence. She twirled to check her appearance in the large mirror, allowing Owen to see the secret of this dress even more clearly.

The back of the gown plunged deep... revealing her smooth back all the way down to her butt crack. And when she moved, the long skirt with its sky-high slit fluttered open, teasing glimpses of her beautiful thighs with every step.

Most importantly... the slippery satin fabric draped over her curves perfectly. It clung so tight he could see the protrusions of her erect nipples clearly, and her hip area was smooth without any panty lines. It was a silent declaration that under this blood-red garment, she was completely bare, "Commando."

"Isn't this dress a bit too revealing?" Clara asked while stroking her own hip in front of the mirror. "I bought it from 'The Gilded Scarab' shop like you suggested. Zahara even chose it for me herself!"

She turned to send him a seductive look. "She said this shade of red would make me look attractive like fine wine, making the viewers slowly get drunk on me... and if I wear it for a social media shoot, the views will definitely skyrocket."

Owen walked in to stand behind her, meeting her eyes through the large mirror. His large hand placed firmly on her slender waist.

"She's right... It will definitely skyrocket~" Owen leaned down to whisper in her ear, his voice husky with a double entendre. "...And it's not just the views that will skyrocket."

Clara giggled softly, her body trembling as she felt the hardness pressing against her from behind.

Owen tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, before starting the briefing with a voice that was serious yet laced with heat.

"Alright, the concept tonight is 'The After Party.'"

He began to paint the picture. "The luxurious party is over. The guests have all gone home... leaving only the elegant mistress of the house..."

His hand slid from her waist down to her hip.

"...With her personal bodyguard who has been secretly watching you with hunger throughout the entire event... And now... there is no one left to stop us."

Clara inhaled deeply. Her eyes changed... from a kind housewife into a charming queen. She nodded slowly.

"Understood... Mr. Bodyguard~"

Owen smirked, pulled away, and walked back to his station behind the camera. His long slender finger pressed the button.

[REC]

A red light blinked in the dimness... signaling the start of the show.

Clara sashayed with a gait that spellbound the eyes, walking straight to sit on the stool in the center of the room. She deliberately dropped her weight slowly, crossing her legs so the high-slit skirt parted wide, revealing smooth white thighs without any barrier...

She sat still... sending a challenging and inviting gaze into the lens... waiting for her "Bodyguard" to come and deal with the desire that had been pent up all night.

Owen stepped into the frame silently. His posture shifted from a playful young man into a "Young Bodyguard," solemn and full of a dangerous aura. He stopped behind the stool where Clara sat, lifting her chin elegantly.

A large hand, rough from combat, was slowly placed on her bare shoulder... That first touch made Clara flinch. The freezing cold from the air conditioner clashing with the warmth of his palm created a strange thrill that shot down her spine.

He leaned down slowly. His lips almost touching her ear, deliberately letting the sound of his heavy breathing be recorded.

"The party is over... Ma'am..." Owen whispered in a husky voice. "The guests have all gone... Now it's just us."

Clara embraced the role perfectly. She slowly looked up at him with eyes filled with suppressed need. She arched her chest to accept the touch of the large hand kneading her shoulder.

"In that case~" She dragged her voice seductively. "...Then stop acting like a good bodyguard... and do what you've 'wanted to do' to me all night~"

That permission unlocked the beast.

Owen didn't wait. He walked around to stop in front of her and knelt down. The camera angle captured his broad back and shoulders, framing Clara's face as the focal point.

Both strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart, forcing her lady-like crossed legs to spread wide open rudely.

Owen took full advantage of the "High Slit." Rough hands stroked from her white ankles... up her beautiful calves... past the knees... stopping at her soft inner thighs.

"Mmph..." Clara moaned as his rough fingers touched her soft flesh, pushing the hem of the satin skirt up to bunch at her waist.

The image before the lens was pure lewd beauty... A plump mound of womanhood exposed. The pink petals were closed tight but glistening with the nectar of desire that seeped out to wet her thighs.

Owen used his thumb to crush the erect clitoris gently, before dragging his middle finger through the wet slit and slowly poking inside.

Schlop~ Schlop~

The wet sound of viscous fluid rang out the moment his finger intruded. Clara tilted her head back, biting her lip. Hands gripped the velvet seat tight. Owen moved his finger in and out slowly but emphatically, searching for that sensitive spot until the sound Schlop... Schlop... echoed throughout the closet.

Seeing her tremble, Owen pulled his finger out... He raised his hand to the camera, revealing a long finger drenched in clear slime that stretched out, reflecting the ring light.

"Look at this, Ma'am..." Owen teased cunningly. "You said you chased the guests away... but down here it seems like you've 'prepared to receive guests' until you're completely soaked."

"Crazy man..."

Clara's face turned beet red with shame mixed with arousal. Trying to maintain her persona, she pushed Owen's shoulder lightly and stood up to her full height.

"Shut up and follow me..." She ordered with a trembling voice, walking to stop in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind the chair.

She turned her back to him... facing the mirror. One hand gathered her long hair to drape over her shoulder, revealing a bare back that dipped almost to her butt crack.

Clara leaned forward slightly, bracing against the mirror frame. She arched her hips high, presenting a large, round "Buttocks" prominently, her eyes in the reflection glazed over with lust.

"Come on in..." She commanded through the reflection. "Satisfy me... or else I'll fire you!"

Owen smirked, accepting the challenge. He stalked in behind her like a shadow pouncing on prey. Large hands gathered the hem of the red gown up to her waist, the white buttocks bouncing against his hands.

Click...

The sound of a belt buckle being undone... Owen pulled his weapon out.

The 12-inch cock that sprang out looked formidable. Veins bulged and throbbed with hunger. Compared to Clara, it looked so massive it was terrifying.

Owen grabbed his hot meat rod, slapping it down onto her buttocks lightly. Smack! Then he rubbed the flared mushroom head along the wet crack, swiping up and down to lubricate it.

"Ah~ Don't just rub..." Clara moaned breathlessly, her legs shaking. "Hurry... put it in! Put it in right now! Or else I'll really cut your salary!"

"As you command!"

Owen grabbed her waist tight, then pressed the large flared head to thrust into the tight, soaking wet canal immediately.

Squelch!!

"Araaaang! Ugh~"

Clara shrieked, hurriedly covering her mouth. Her eyes widened as she felt the massive size filling her inside tight. Her body arched, tensing to receive the impact that pushed deep to the root in one go.

"Hiss... So damn tight!"

Owen groaned in pleasure as the soft walls squeezed him like steel pliers. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, looking at the reflection where Clara squeezed her eyes shut.

"Open your eyes, Clara..." He whispered a strict order. "Look in the mirror... Look at your face of happiness... And look at the camera! Let them see how you look when you're getting fucked... just how charming and slutty it is!"

Clara fluttered her eyes open, looking past her reflection to the lens... The image was her being rudely ravaged by the young bodyguard, yet her expression was shamefully blissful.

Seeing her look at the camera, Owen began to move.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Clap~ Clap~ Clap~

The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out loudly. Owen pounded into Clara violently, without mercy. The rhythm was so heavy her body rocked. Her plump breasts under the gown swayed and jiggled enticingly.

[Image: Mistress x Bodyguard 1]

Owen's 12-inch rod dug in and out unceasingly, grinding until it created a lewd sound.

Schlop~ Schlop~ Schlop~

Thwack~ Thwack~ Thwack~

Owen watched through the mirror... The image of him superimposed behind the elegant lady. The red gown, once luxurious, was now crumpled, revealing the raw beauty within.

He leaned down, pressing his chest tight against her bare, sweat-drenched back. One hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes in the reflection.

"Look at yourself, Mistress~" Owen spoke according to script, speeding up his hips. "See just how... 'beautiful' you are right now."

His other hand burrowed under the cowl neck, groping the massive breasts bouncing with the impact. He squeezed the soft flesh hard until it spilled between his fingers. Smooth white skin flushed red. Owen deliberately squeezed to let the camera see her "Overflowingness."

Then he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent hungrily, before sinking his fangs into her shoulder. He sucked and bit hard until a rose-red love mark appeared prominently before the lens. A "Branding" of ownership from his 'Sire' instinct.

"Ah! D... Don't squeeze so hard~ Araaaang~" Clara shrieked with pain and pleasure.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Minutes passed. Owen accelerated until it was a rapid-fire rhythm.

The impact was so heavy Clara's body shook. Her forehead almost banged against the mirror. Her hands began to slip on the glass fogged up by their steam.

Clara could no longer maintain her "Queen" persona...

Her consciousness snapped. Her eyes rolled back, unfocused. Her tongue hung out, clear saliva drooling uncontrollably. She was in a perfect state of "Ahegao."

"Ah~ Ahhh~ Owen... I love you! I love your big cock!" She mumbled obscenities unconsciously. "Mmmm~ It's so deep~ So deep I'm going crazy! Fuck me again, darling! Fuck me harder! Araaa~!"

Owen smirked, realizing she had broken character and called his real name...

‘I’ll have to cut the audio here... Or maybe not. Let them imagine.’

He sensed the squeezing spasm inside her. She was close!

Owen used both hands to grip her waist like pliers, forcing her to take the final assault. He bucked his hips upward, penetrating deep to the cervix repeatedly.

"N... No more! I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum! Araaaaaaaangggggg!"

Clara shrieked, incoherent. Her body convulsed violently, squeezing Owen's cock until it ached. She climaxed so hard her legs gave out, but Owen pinned her against the glass, keeping the connection intact.

The image in the mirror was a woman twisted in Ecstatic Agony. Clear love fluids gushed out, bathing her legs and soaking the navy carpet.

"My turn..." Owen growled.

He inhaled, tensed his abs, and slammed into her twitching slit 4-5 more times. On the last thrust, he buried the head as deep as possible, unleashing a massive stream into her womb.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

Splatter! Spurt~ Spurt~

The force was so violent Clara's eyes rolled back. Her body twitched rhythmically. Her lower abdomen bulged slightly from the injection.

[Image: Mistress x Bodyguard 6]

Minutes later, silence returned. Only heavy panting remained. Owen slowly withdrew.

As he pulled out, a flood of thick milky semen mixed with clear fluids flowed back out from the gaping entrance. It flowed down her thighs, staining the luxury gown and pooling on the carpet. It was an art of lust, savage and beautiful.

Clara was drained. She lay panting in Owen's arms, her hair messy, cosmetics smeared.

Owen carried her to the velvet sofa, arranging her in a seductive pose. He walked back to the camera, adjusting the focus to zoom in on her wrecked face, panning down to the fluids dripping between her legs for the final shot.

"Very beautiful... My Queen~"

[STOP]

Owen pressed the button. The red light died. He looked at the file with satisfaction. ‘Tomorrow... Clara's OnlyStar account will be on fire.’ He smiled, turning to Clara to begin the "Care" after the shoot.

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