LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 20: Manipulating a Woman’s Heart is Intoxicating
Tristan had always enjoyed the utterly satisfying pleasure of dominating women and conquering them under his crotch, especially those who exuded an aura of haughtiness or uniqueness—Jill and Cindy, who were both heroines, fit that mold perfectly, and so did Betsy.
So, when he heard Betsy whisper her acceptance and submission, he didn't waste a moment.
With an effortless movement, he scooped her up into his arms and strode into the room before shutting the door behind them.
He tossed her onto the bed, watching the soft mattress bounce as he quickly shed his clothes, revealing the hard muscles of his torso.
"Betsy, I'm afraid I can't hold back any longer."
"Ah… wait. Go slower."
Betsy's breath hitched as she felt him tug her clothes away, but her voice only offered a halfhearted resistance. She knew exactly where this was headed, and the anticipation only fueled her lust.
Her eyes roamed over Tristan's strong body, and her heartbeat quickened.
In today's world, sex has shed many of its taboos. Betsy was no stranger to her own desires, but she'd kept them at bay until now. Some lingering feelings had once held her back, but with those chains broken today, she no longer had any reservations left.
Raw and unrestrained lust surged through her as she gazed at the thick cock standing proudly between Tristan's legs.
'God, it's huge!' She thought, biting her lip.
Opposite to her, eyeing the MILF sprawled before him and biting her lips with a lustful look, Tristan suddenly had a wicked thought. A sly grin crossed his face as he leaned in, his voice adopting an innocent, almost bashful tone.
"Betsy, I've never really seen a woman's private parts up close before. Can you show me yours?"
His act of playing the inexperienced boy was intentional. With the two virgins, Jill and Cindy, he had eaten earlier, he'd done all the hard work. But now, with this hungry woman at his mercy, he, for once, also wanted to simply lie down and enjoy the pleasure without much effort.
Of course, his act didn't fool Betsy. She knew he was a seasoned playboy from the moment he flirted with her.
So, after the initial surprise at his sudden change in behavior, a knowing smile curled at her lips. She saw through his intentions right away and let out a soft laugh.
Inadvertently, his playful approach also eased the tension between them, giving Betsy a chance to fully step into this moment with Tristan without thinking of it as some kind of coercive relationship.
Besides, she was just as hungry for this as he was—if not more so. And if that was how he wanted to play it, Betsy was more than happy to indulge him.
Betsy's lips curled into a smirk.
"Of course, my dear."
She felt more comfortable now that they had equal power—if only in her mind—even if his innocence was an obvious act.
Playing along made her feel at ease, and she welcomed the chance to explore this lustful encounter fully. With newfound confidence, she slowly removed her remaining clothing, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy.
Her labia majora were delicate, almost seamlessly connected to the labia minora, forming a thin slit. The shape of her bulging vulva was mesmerizing—a bun-shaped perfection that could easily drive most men to the brink, making them experience a relentless, pleasurable embrace, impossible to forget.
"Take a good look."
She whispered, her voice sultry, as she spread her legs wider.
"This is a woman's vagina. If you put your cock inside, it will bring us both so much pleasure... and maybe help with your sex addiction."
Still playing the inexperienced virgin role, Tristan pretended to hesitate. "But this is all so new to me. How about we take this step by step? I've heard people often start with oral sex, and it feels really good. Maybe you could let me experience it first?"
Pointing at his cock, Tristan pretended to be a little excited, subtly encouraging Betsy to take the lead.
His 'virgin' personality fueled her desire to play along, as she believed it might be his kink to be dominated by an experienced woman like herself.
This new dynamic gave her a sense of power she hadn't expected and made her have some ideas that she didn't dare to have before.
What had started as simple roleplay to ease her nerves quickly turned into a lewd game of control, where she willingly discarded her pride.
It didn't matter if she followed his wish for now, because she thought that once she fully understood his desires and gave him a taste of the pleasure she could provide, she would be the one in control, leading him down whatever path she chose.
Just the thought of this strong, mysterious man one day licking her pussy with his head buried between her legs sent goosebumps racing across her skin.
Her desire to satisfy and then control him grew even stronger.
One had to admit that as a mature MILF, Betsy was different from those young, inexperienced girls. She didn't rely solely on emotions; she had her own ideas and ambitions.
In her mind, she had this situation under control.
But she had no idea that what she thought was a fat piece of meat dropped from the sky was actually a bait set up by someone to lure her into his abyss.
Every step she took into his abyss would gradually strip her of her control, and the more she allowed him to fuck her, the more his Ecstasy Heart Sutra would work its magic, destroying her self-esteem and replacing it with an insatiable desire to serve him.
Over time, she would unknowingly surrender her mind and body to him, becoming a slave to his desires. By the time she noticed something was wrong, it would be too late. Who would be the one under who's crotch by then?
'Hehehe.'
Tristan chuckled inwardly, his eyes gleaming sinisterly with sadistic satisfaction as he watched her work, stroking his thick cock with one hand while gently caressing his balls with the other.
In fact, Tristan could have simply forced her to obey his commands, then fuck her and make her submit to him with the help of his Ecstasy Heart Sutra.
But what was the fun in that?
Betsy wasn't like Jill, whose hatred and disgust towards him would provide the raw pleasure of taming a wild, hypocritical cat. Nor was she like Cindy, whose innocence could be corrupted, making her fall helplessly and willingly for him. Betsy was different—a mature woman who had lived, adapted, and learned to deal with the world with her own ideas.
Without the Ecstasy Heart Sutra, she wasn't someone he could break easily in a short time.
As such, if he still went through the usual route with her, how could he satisfy his perverted and twisted desires?
That was why he came up with this game—to manipulate women like her—women who thought they were too smart and knew everything.
After all, it was truly intoxicating to watch them willingly sacrifice their pride in order to ascend to heaven, unaware that they were sinking deeper into the abyss and under his control.
'Haha.'
The sound of his inner laughter echoed again as he watched Betsy lean in, her lips moving closer to his cock. She inhaled deeply as the musky scent sent a spark of heat through her already hot body.
"It's really big," she whispered breathlessly before taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
Her tongue flexibly circled the sensitive glans with a gentle pace, her eyes locking onto his. Her submissive posture looked like that of a slave girl, which only served to inflate Tristan's twisted sense of pride.
"Oh! So comfortable... Is this what a blowjob feels like? It's so good... Betsy, if you keep going, I won't be able to hold back!"
His expressions were those of a young man reaching his climax for the first time, but his eyes, which looked down at Betsy, were of a master looking at his dog performing well.
