Villain: 10x Rewards Begins With The Protagonist's Mother

Chapter 79: 79 | Working ’Hard’

Dante walked into his room and locked the door behind him. His pants and boxers went flying before he even reached the bed.

He looked down at his already hard cock and grinned. He wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few slow strokes.

For the past two weeks, he had been holding it in. All his focus went into progressing his relationship with Natasha and Emma, and cultivating whenever he had the time.

To be honest, he wanted to fuck Natasha.

"But this isn’t bad either. She’ll be touching herself to me and I’ll be jerking off to her." He decided to treat himself a little today.

With a single thought, he pulled up her feed.

Natasha was sitting on her bed with her back against the headboard and her legs slightly apart. Her jeans were already gone, leaving only her panties.

One hand rested between her thighs, fingers pressing lightly over the fabric. She had a focused look on her face, like she was trying to force herself to get turned on.

Dante leaned back, already feeling his cock throb in his grip. "Come on, Master... show me."

Natasha let out a quiet breath and pulled her panties to the side. Her fingers slid down between her folds, rubbing slowly the way she always did when she needed to get off. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, focusing only on the feeling.

It was working.

Barely.

Her pussy was getting wet, but only a little. Her clit twitched under her fingers and she kept going, rubbing in slow circles.

But that was as far as it went.

She was slick enough that her fingers moved smoothly, but the arousal just stopped there. No matter how she rubbed, it never climbed past that.

’This isn’t enough for me to squirt.’ She was genuinely annoyed with her own body. Any other time, the smallest thing could set her off. But the one time she actually needed it, her body decided to be difficult.

’I can’t make him wait too long.’ She pressed harder, switched her rhythm, curled a finger inside herself while her thumb rubbed her clit. Her hips shifted on the bed and her breathing picked up, but the feeling stayed right where it was. Like her body hit a wall and wouldn’t go any higher.

’What the hell? At this rate, how am I supposed to complete this mission?’ She bit her lip in frustration.

She pulled her hand back and looked at the faint wetness on her fingers. It was barely anything. Nowhere near enough to produce love juices for her student.

Dante watched the screen with amusement.

’Come on, Master. Think of me, just like I think of you.’ His cock throbbed in his grip.

Natasha let out a small, annoyed huff and stopped. She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then closed her eyes again.

This time, she didn’t try to force it. She just let her mind wander.

Dante’s face appeared almost instantly. Her clit twitched the second it did.

’So he’s the answer.’ Her face flushed after realizing just how down bad her body was for Dante.

She slowly recalled the feeling of his monstrous length pressing against her pussy and her hands wandering that muscular body of his. She could feel herself getting wetter without even touching herself.

"Dantee~" She called his name in a needy voice, her hand sliding back down toward her soaking folds.

The moment her finger touched her pussy, her whole body jolted like she had been shocked.

"Yes, just like that!" As Dante heard her calling his name, a drop of pre cum formed on his swollen tip.

"Dante, I’m sorry. But Master can’t resist anymore."

Natasha slowly rubbed her slick lower lips with her fingers while her thumb played with her clit. Her back arched slightly against the headboard as the pleasure finally started building the way it was supposed to.

"Look. Master is so wet for you." She looked at her glistening fingers with a flushed face. She bit her lip and used her other hand to grab one of her breasts, squeezing it through her shirt.

Her fingers moved faster, sliding between her folds with no resistance now.

The wet sounds filled the quiet room as her pussy dripped onto the sheets. Her thighs trembled every time her thumb pressed down on her clit.

"Hnng~" She slowly replayed the scenes from her dream and felt the orgasm building.

The dream had cut off right at the important part. Right when Dante started eating her pussy and right when she took his cock inside her.

This time, she imagined what came after. Dante burying his face between her legs and eating her out like he was starving, and her sinking down on every inch of his length while she rode him.

Her hips were moving on their own now.

She fucked herself on her fingers while imagining it was Dante’s cock instead. She pictured herself on top of him, taking that thick length inside her. She imagined him calling her "Master" in that low voice while she bounced on his cock.

Her fingers sped up on their own. She slid two inside while her thumb kept flicking her clit.

The t-shirt she was wearing had disappeared somewhere along the way. She only had her bra on. Her free hand slipped underneath and teased her stiff nipples.

"Nngh~" Dante, Master will do her best to teach you~" She moaned through her words as she thought of all the filthy things she was going to do to him in the name of teaching.

As a master, she wasn’t even supposed to feel this way about her student. But the fact that she was getting off to the thought of ’teaching’ him was the nail in the coffin.

Her back arched off the bed. Her thighs clamped around her own hand as the orgasm hit hard.

"Ah~ Dante~ I AM COMING!" A broken moan tore out of her throat as her pussy clenched and pulsed around her fingers.

Natasha screamed her student’s name without a shred of shame and squirted all over the bed, her love juices splattering across the sheets. The barrier she had set up collected every last drop without missing a single bit.

"Fuck... Natasha!" Dante groaned her name as he came. His hand pumped faster, pushing himself over the edge.

His cock throbbed in his grip. Thick ropes of cum shot out across his stomach and hand. He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop while he watched Natasha’s body slowly relax on the screen, her tits rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Natasha lay there for a long moment, fingers still buried inside herself, thighs trembling. Her mind was hazy, but one clear thought cut through the fog.

She had just cum thinking about her own student.

She turned her eyes to the glass jar storing her love juices. It wasn’t even half full. Her cheeks flushed red as her hands moved to unhook her bra and slide off her panties.

"Dante, wait a little longer." She bit her lip and her hand found her wet folds again. "Master is working hard for you."

Dante looked at the feed and then down at his still hard cock. A grin spread across his face.

He had a feeling neither of them would be stopping anytime soon.

This master and student hadn’t had enough of each other.