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She still didn't want the child to see her lose her composure; if her little darling shed tears, her own heart would break first.
When the alarm rang for the third time, she finally reached out and touched the cold screen.
Glancing at the "Marika" caller ID, he thought, "Ha, I almost forgot about you, you stinky old bitch..."
She sneered, swiped to reject the call, and then opened the search box.
The shimmering blue light reflected in her pupils, revealing the characters she slowly typed:
How to re-establish dependence in a child who has been weaned for many years.
Below the search box, rows of past search records appear like ghosts:
Methods for managing the emotions of a teenage stepson.
'Psychological compensation mechanisms for the absence of the mother figure.'
Psychological techniques for blurring the boundaries of parent-child relationships.
How single-parent families conceal excessive intimacy from the outside world.
"Sky Corner, recording every dangerous romance forbidden by society... http://www..."
The moment the search history popped up, the White Queen's ears burned slightly. "Damn it, I forgot to clear my browsing history..." she muttered to herself.
Just then, Marika called again.
The terminal that was given to her had obviously been tampered with by the "sexually apathetic" Marika, and the video request was forcibly connected without any confirmation.
The screen suddenly lit up.
"Can't sleep,"
On the other side of the screen—the stunningly beautiful but always sour-faced goddess, Marika, spoke languidly, looking down at him:
"I want to see my child."
She wore a crown made of golden olive branches and lay languidly on a couch covered with luxurious velvet.
However, this nobility and purity came to an abrupt end from her fair swan neck—because she was completely naked!
Those two heavy, full, snowy, soft mounds of flesh were being pulled and stretched by gravity because of her side-lying position, piling up and down, squeezing out a deep, bottomless, yet undulating ravine.
The gaze travels downwards, past the cinched waistline, and lands on the soft, slightly protruding belly. The smooth skin gleams with a pearly sheen, and the perfect amount of flesh adds to the maternal abundance and allure.
But what's most eye-catching is the wildly growing golden forest, lush and verdant, covering the mysterious valley and outlining an incredibly clear inverted triangle area directly facing the camera.
The longer you gaze at her, the more the initial sense of lewdness will gradually fade, and the temporarily forgotten noble divinity will return—because she is indeed like a living, naked portrait of an ancient Greek goddess, in which divinity and eroticism are strangely intertwined.
Only then do you realize that the inviolable aura has not been interrupted; on the contrary, this perfectly naked body makes the divinity even more breathtaking.
But the White Queen is not a man, nor is she an artist; she is a woman.
She was also a woman who wanted to snatch her child from the hands of this tall, goddess-like woman.
The beauty of the body before her only fueled her anger and jealousy.
Looking at the still imperious and aloof older sister's face on the screen, she pouted unhappily.
I couldn't help but think of the past.
Once upon a time, she, like Tifa now, was a little sister who was taken home and carefully "cared for" by this powerful goddess.
However, being a queen herself, she ultimately could not tolerate Marika's domineering attitude in everything for long, and finally chose to leave, starting her own independent agency with her best friend Chun-Li.
And now, the White Queen can also vaguely sense from time to time that she seems to be treating Tifa in a similar way—that unconscious sense of superiority, and that arrogant sense of dominance…
Sometimes, the world is like a giant boomerang. The alienation and resistance that she threw with all her might back then, after tracing a long arc, are now hitting her back in a different way, with precision.
But now is not the time for reflection.
"No, the child is asleep. Let's do it tomorrow."
The White Queen, also completely naked, immediately adopted the same arrogant and sour expression as the one on the other side of the screen and decisively refused.
Why should Marika be able to watch it just because she wants to?
My baby has never acknowledged that you are his mother!
She raised an eyebrow defiantly, her gaze scrutinizing Marika's naked body on the screen like a scanner.
If she were a man, faced with this vibrant and voluptuous female body, he might be completely captivated and nod in agreement.
But she is a woman, an evenly matched opponent! And more importantly, a mother who deeply loves her child!
All she saw were competitors who needed to be completely outmatched.
Her breasts were larger and fuller than mine, but the rosy tips of those two snowy mounds were not as big or as perky as mine. Little cherries could not compare to big red dates—first round, a complete victory!
The belly was whiter and softer than mine, but it was all fleshy and couldn't compare to my well-defined, firm abs. It was much more fun to knead it—round two, a complete victory!
Her hips and legs were more voluptuous than mine, but lacked strength. Unlike my own plump, fleshy legs, which were round and powerful, they were top-notch and could rival Chun-Li. In the third round, I won completely!
As for that proud golden forest? Hmph, she's the unrefined naturalist, while I'm the meticulously manicured gardener. It's obvious who's superior—a complete victory!
After a thorough and "harsh" examination from head to toe, the White Queen proudly declared in her heart:
We have won a great victory!
The thrill of this inner victory made her smile with an undisguised, provocative, and seductive grin.
They are full of confidence and will never hold back with their words.
"Didn't you put a human surveillance device next to me?" she drawled, her voice filled with fake sweetness and deliberate mockery. "Why are you contacting me, Your Excellency Marika?"
Upon hearing this, Marika on the other end of the screen simply let out a very soft, disdainful snort.
Instead of answering directly, she gracefully turned the camera to the extra-large holographic projection screen that she had specially installed a few days earlier to watch "Good Son" Li Pu fight in real time.
The android Eve immediately opened her eyes and transmitted the footage she could record from her perspective in real time.
The bodies of the White Queen and Chun-Li resembled two enormous, plump, and juicy gourds!
It almost completely blocked all possible angles from which Li Pu could be seen.
Especially the White Queen herself—her round, full, thick, white buttocks, like a meat millstone, were exposed without any cover outside the blanket. Under the high-definition lens, every inch of her smooth skin and plump curves covered by the moonlight was exposed, becoming the most eye-catching and awkward focus of the picture.
Marika's cold and sarcastic voice slowly came through the speaker:
"Otherwise what? What do you think I can see right now? Your big ass?"
From the moment the family fell asleep, Marika had Eve start transmitting the images. However, the White Queen and Chun-Li's two voluptuous walls blocked the view completely, and Eve's camera, after trying to find an opening for a long time, could not find the slightest chance and had to give up in frustration.
But the night was long, and she couldn't see her "good son" who was far away. The flame of control mixed with longing burned brighter and brighter in her heart.
She tossed and turned on the luxurious yet empty bed, her body and soul yearning for some comfort. But the only unchanging image on the high-definition projector was the White Queen's large, round, and unrestrained white buttocks as she slept soundly...
The thought that while he was so anxious and sleepless, his foreign girlfriend was probably sleeping soundly with her baby, made him furious.
It was this pent-up anger that finally made her abandon her restraint and make the video call.
Faced with Marika's sharp mockery, the free-spirited hot mom, the White Queen, showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, she twisted her body, displaying her ample, white buttocks even more fully in front of the camera, her face blooming with a seductive and alluring smile.
"Doesn't that just prove that I've 'protected' my child very well? So well that... even you, my sister-in-law, can't find a single crack to hide in?"
Just then, Chun-Li, who was standing nearby, was also awakened by the commotion.
The older woman unconsciously let out soft moans like a young girl, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she slowly sat up.
Two unrestrained, naturally hanging, plump, snow-white mounds swayed gently as she stood up.
"...Who are you talking to, ha~ ah~"
She yawned sweetly and looked at the White Queen with a drowsy expression.
"Hey, you big foreign woman, keep your voice down... Little Pu's had so much fun today, let him sleep a little longer..."
As she spoke, her hand unconsciously reached into the warm blankets beside her, wanting to touch the small figure that brought her peace of mind.
But when he reached out, he found nothing.
The warmth of the two of them lingered in the blankets.
"Little Pu?" She was instantly wide awake, sitting bolt upright, her two ample, snow-white breasts trembling violently. "Where's Little Pu?! Where did Little Pu go?!"
"Where's my apprentice?!"
Her exclamation was like a splash of cold water, instantly waking the White Queen from her heated argument with Marika.
The voluptuous, curvy European and American mom felt a pang of anxiety and frantically reached out to grope the bed—her baby was really not there!
I was so oblivious that I was so busy arguing with that old jerk on the screen that I didn't even realize when my child was no longer by my side!
Chun-Li had already jumped up quickly, "It's not in the hot spring or the toilet!!!"
"What do you mean! Where did you take my child?!"
On the other end of the screen, Marika saw the sudden change in their expressions and their flustered movements, and instantly understood what was happening. Her noble and aloof face drained of all color in an instant, and disregarding her naked state, she abruptly stood up from the bed, her voice trembling.
Only then did the three self-proclaimed mothers, each with their own agendas, realize with horror a terrifying truth—
My child is missing!!!
My beloved child is gone!!!
Eve, who had been quietly acting as a hidden camera in the corner, only saw this scene:
On and off screen, three voluptuous mothers of noble status and stunning figures...
No, a more accurate picture is:
Three big, white, naked buttocks!
Round and perky, dazzlingly white!
Whether directing or acting, they frantically and anxiously searched inside and outside the bedroom and the luxurious room on the other side of the screen!
The elegant and composed image of a noblewoman that she usually possessed was completely gone, replaced by a chaotic vortex of hips and breasts.
The big white-butt guys have completely gone mad...
The author says:
Author's Note: The part about the mothers' big white butts was quite funny, so I couldn't help but write a bit more, which delayed the update time. I'm so sorry!
Chapter 197 Mature Woman × Elderly Landmine Woman √ (One today, three tomorrow~)
"Difficult to handle? Ha, then let's not do it!"
The CEO's luxurious ocean-view office at "Golden Beach" was now a complete mess.
Right in the center of the heavy wooden door at the entrance was a shockingly broken hole, with splinters of wood curled outwards, clearly showing the imprint of a high-heeled shoe.
Outside the door, security personnel lay sprawled on the ground.
Inside the door, documents were scattered all over the floor like snowflakes, an expensive floor lamp was smashed on the carpet, and shards of glass flew everywhere.
President Helena—this mature and powerful woman who usually controls everything—was in a terrible state.
The madwoman, nicknamed the White Queen, roughly grabbed her long golden hair and slammed her face hard onto the cold mahogany desk.
Helena's mind was in chaos; she couldn't understand these women, whose clothes were disheveled and some were even inside out.
What kind of madness could drive someone to barge in so violently and directly...?
At this moment, the bewildered plus-size French woman with ample breasts and a large bottom was only wearing a thin, milky-white, see-through bikini swimsuit.
Her full, plump, snow-white breasts were pressed against the table due to her humiliating posture, almost spreading out into two large, thick pancakes. The voluptuous curves between her waist and hips were exposed under the taut fabric, rising and falling violently with her struggles.
Within the limited field of vision that her half-face, which was being squeezed, could see:
Chunli, the beautiful mature woman from Dongzhou who had just broken through the goal, now had an icy expression and was gently supporting Mary Rose's head, half-controlling and half-protecting her.
The family's little maid was clearly trembling with fear at the scene, and under Chun-Li's intimidating aura, she became as obedient as a little quail.
Not far away, the expressionless, thick-browed girl named Eve stood quietly to one side, while a drone behind her projected a tall, majestic female holographic projection, resembling a Nordic goddess.
Although it was just a virtual image, the woman's gaze was colder and fiercer than Chun-Li's and the White Queen's, and she was wearing her clothes inside out...
Helena was furious.
She was not afraid to fight this group of crazy women one-on-one.
However, facing three "otherworldly witches" at the same time, two of whom were chosen by the gods, and who were all frenzied and attacking recklessly, she was at a disadvantage as soon as they started fighting.
"Crazy women! You're all a bunch of incomprehensible crazy women!"