"mmmhh"
A muffled moan echoed in the dimly lit bedroom, followed by the rhythmic creaking of the oversized luxury bed.
Tanya's body quivered with the aftershocks of relentless pleasure. Her legs were sprawled open, trembling uncontrollably, as a mixture of fluids trickled from her ravaged holes and stained the expensive silk sheets.
Her once-pristine face was now slack and blank, flushed from overstimulation, lips slightly parted as she lay unconscious.
Beside her, Anita's condition was even more pitiful.
Her naked figure was twisted in a silent sprawl, arms limply at her sides, her supple skin decorated in deep red bite marks—each one a mark of possession.
Strands of her sweat-soaked hair clung to her face and neck, and her chest rose and fell unevenly, her body still twitching from overstimulation. Her thighs were coated with the evidence of Rai's lust, leaking his seed with every unconscious shift of her hips.
They had both been thoroughly broken.
On the edge of the bed, Rai Singhania sat with effortless confidence. His well-sculpted body leaned back slightly, a cigarette between his fingers.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp painted golden shadows across his toned torso. Wisps of smoke curled lazily around him as he exhaled, the tip of his cigarette glowing red.
He was still completely naked, his body glistening faintly with a sheen of sweat from the recent hours of indulgence.
He didn't even glance at the girls beside him.
His blood-red eyes stared off into the distance, consumed by thought.
"Sixteen years... It's already been sixteen years since I came to this world."
His lips curled into a half-smirk.
"Born again in the lap of luxury, into the Singhania family—titans of industry. The Singhania Group sits among the top 500 global conglomerates, its roots deep in pharmaceuticals, arms, tech, and media. The family behind it commands fear and reverence in India and beyond."
He tapped the ash off his cigarette, watching it fall silently onto the marble floor.
"And now... I'm the only one left."
He remembered the day his father died—a carefully orchestrated accident. No one ever suspected him because he had hexed him, leading to his death.
"I'm the sole heir of this empire. Rai Singhania, the youngest billionaire in India. But my true power isn't money."
His gaze lowered to the girls again, examining the marks on their bodies.
"It's this gift I was reborn with."
He opened his palm, concentrating slightly.
A small interface appeared in his mind's eye.
"Skill Creation... but powered by Lust Points."
A dark chuckle rumbled from his throat.
"Every kiss, every moan, every climax—they fuel me. My empire doesn't just rest on wealth and influence. It's built on desire, domination, and pleasure."
He turned his attention inward and whispered mentally:
"Status."
[Rai Singhania]
Age: 18 (Lifespan: 300 years)
Physique: 30 (Strength, speed, agility, stamina, recovery—all superhuman.)
Mind: 30 (Genius intellect, perfect memory, unmatched comprehension.)
Luck: 30 (An invisible hand guiding fate in his favor.)
Skills:
Status – View personal stats and abilities in real-time.
Genius – Rapid mastery of any knowledge or craft.
Super Soldier Physique – Muscle density, reflexes, stamina, and pain resistance beyond human limits.
Long-Lived Species – Cellular regeneration, anti-aging, accelerated healing.
Observe – Scan and analyze anything to receive detailed information.
Incubus Bloodline – Supernatural charm, unlimited stamina, absolute control over reproduction, irresistible aura to the opposite sex, induces loyalty through sex, and heightened sexual prowess.
Lucky – Permanent boost in all forms of luck, from gambling to combat.
Artist – Master in painting, acting, singing, calligraphy, and more.
Gaming Expert – Unrivaled in both digital and real-life strategy games.
Playboy – Charisma draws women instinctively; harem members live harmoniously.
Elemental Mage – Control over fire, water, earth, air, lightning, and hybrid elements like ice and lava.
Black Magician – Master of hexes, curses, and forbidden sorcery.
"And that's just the beginning."
He stubbed out the cigarette in a crystal ashtray on the nightstand and stood up.
The light caught the sheen of his skin as he moved—each step slow, relaxed, powerful.
He stretched, the taut lines of his muscles shifting under his smooth skin, before walking over to the massive floor-to-ceiling window.
From the 60th floor of his penthouse, Mumbai glowed beneath him like a living jewel.
Behind him, the soft whimpers of the girls stirred faintly. Tanya's fingers curled slightly. Anita gave a low, unconscious moan.
"You'll wake up changed," he said aloud, without turning around. "You'll love me more with each breath you take. That's what the Incubus Bloodline ensures. Loyalty. Obedience. Addiction."
He smiled faintly.
"I don't need to force women to serve me. One night is all it takes."
He turned away from the view, returning to the bed. He crouched beside Anita and gently stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. Her skin was soft, trembling at his touch even in her dazed state.
"Rest now, little pets. You've earned it. But tonight..."
He looked at the digital clock glowing beside the bed.
"...I have a party to attend."
He leaned down, whispering softly into Tanya's ear.
"Let's see how many more points I can earn before sunrise."
Ever since the day Rai saw Anita at the parent-teacher meeting back in high school, the image of that mature, voluptuous MILF had been seared into his mind.
Her graceful curves wrapped in a silk saree, the way her hips swayed with elegance, her gentle voice—it all ignited a burning desire deep within him.
Once he discovered she was Suraj's mother—the same pathetic classmate he routinely humiliated, the weakling hopelessly infatuated with Rai's younger sister Tanya—his interest turned into obsession.
Rai used Tanya like a chess piece, nudging her to get close to Suraj. With time, he "befriended" the fool, visiting his house occasionally under the pretense of group study. But each visit was just an excuse to sneak lustful glances at the woman of his fantasies.
He watched her move around the house, barefoot, her hips swaying beneath the loose cotton drape. He could almost feel the softness of her thighs, the warmth of her breath, the submissiveness hidden under her cultured exterior.
After a month of restraint, Rai finally made his move.
He convinced Anita to attend Tanya's birthday celebration. Her son, desperate to impress Tanya, begged her to come—how could she say no?
Everything fell into place that night, inside the luxurious penthouse suite of the club.
Suraj, like most of the students, collapsed in the hall from too much alcohol, mixed subtly with a mild sleeping pill.
Meanwhile, Anita, tipsy from wine and already affected by Rai's supernatural Incubus Physique, was gently led into a private room.
The rest was inevitable.
He took her.
Slowly, firmly, completely.
She gasped and whimpered under him, overwhelmed, her moans growing louder with each thrust. The walls muffled the sound as his body dominated hers—claiming the mature woman in every sense of the word.
Tanya stood at the door, silently recording every second with her camcorder. Her eyes sparkled—not with jealousy—but pride.
And when Anita finally passed out from the overwhelming pleasure, Tanya stepped in, wrapped her arms around Rai's neck, and whispered:
"Happy birthday to me, big brother."
Then she gave him a hot blowjob and climbed onto the bed to join.
Now, as the morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows, Rai gazed down at the two unconscious bodies sprawled beside him.
Anita's chest rose and fell gently. Her mature figure, covered in faint love marks and smeared with evidence of last night's conquest, looked nothing like the poised woman she once was.
Tanya, still beautiful and completely devoted, clung to his arm even in sleep—her face relaxed, her legs slightly spread, marked from last night's passion.
He activated his Observe skill, focusing on Anita.
[Anita Jaiswal]
Age: 31
Physique: 7.4
Mind: 8.9
Skills: Housewife, Cooking, Negotiation, Business Management
Identity: 23% Shareholder & Marketing Director, Oswal Clothing. Mother of Suraj. Ex-wife of Ravinder Jaiswal
Loyalty: Rai Singhania — MAX
Rai let out a low chuckle. "Another beautiful slut. A billionaire MILF, now just another stable source of lust points," he murmured to himself, lighting a cigarette and letting the smoke drift lazily into the air.
She wasn't just rich—she was powerful. Oswal Clothing supplied uniforms to nearly every school in India. Her influence in the corporate world was undeniable.
And now?
Now she was his—mind, body, and soul.
His sister Tanya, the darling of the school and long regarded as untouchable, had already become his loyal pet. She served him eagerly and without hesitation. She was obedient, passionate, and proud to be his.
And then there was Sofia—his seductive, cunning stepmother.
The day his father married her, Rai knew he would never allow another man to touch a woman so divine. That night, he cast the Curse of Impotence on his father. The next day, a Death Hex ensured the man died in a car crash.
On the day of the funeral, as rain poured and mourners wept, Rai took Sofia into their own home, claiming her completely. Her screams of ecstasy echoed through the halls as she surrendered her everything.
She had never turned back.
He had since created and transferred countless powerful skills to her:
Business Queen
Almighty Stock Master
Scheming Mind
Genius
Perfect Secretary
Enhanced Physique, Mind & Recovery
With these, Sofia now managed the entire Shinghaniya Group—expanding its empire across industries, while Rai remained the unseen emperor.
And whenever he beckoned, she transformed from a composed CEO into a dripping, lust-drunk slut, hungry to serve him.
The thought of it made his blood boil.
He looked down at Anita and Tanya—his new prizes.
Tossing the cigarette aside, he growled under his breath.
"Round two."
He pulled Tanya closer, his lips trailing down her neck as she stirred with a soft moan. His hand slid down Anita's bare waist, her breath hitching at the touch.
Tanya stirred first.
A soft, sleepy moan escaped her lips as she felt her brother's warm breath on her skin.
His fingers trailed lazily along her bare thigh, grazing the marks he had left the night before—faint bruises and fading bite marks that made her shiver in delight rather than shame.
"Mmm… Brother…" she whispered, her eyes fluttering open, filled with dreamy devotion.
He smirked, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. "Morning, my sweet slut. Ready to serve your brother again?"
Tanya's breath hitched, her cheeks flushed. "Always…"
Rai didn't wait.
He rolled her onto her back, his hand gripping her thighs and spreading them wide.
She gasped as he slid into her without warning—wet, ready, and eager from the remnants of last night's filth still clinging to her folds. Her fingers dug into the sheets as her back arched in bliss.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
"Aah"
Each thrust was deep and deliberate. The bed rocked gently beneath them, the sounds of their flesh slapping echoing in the luxurious room. Tanya's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in silent cries of ecstasy as he claimed her again like an animal in heat.
Beside them, Anita stirred at last.
Her lashes fluttered, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she turned her head and took in the sight beside her—her son's classmate, the young heir of the Shinghaniya family, pounding his sister mercilessly right in front of her.
And the shameful part?
The heat blooming between her legs returned instantly.
Her thighs rubbed together, slickness already forming again. Her nipples hardened, her body remembering the ruthless dominance from the night before. She reached down instinctively, her fingers brushing between her legs.
Rai turned his eyes on her.
"Well, look who's awake," he grinned darkly, not slowing his pace. "Watching like a needy whore instead of begging to be used again?"
Anita bit her lip, her hand pausing. The flush on her face deepened, but her voice trembled with hunger. "Please… don't make me wait…"
Tanya reached over, cupping Anita's breast, licking her nipple slowly. "He doesn't like begging without action, Aunty."
Rai grabbed Anita's wrist and pulled her up roughly. Her body fell forward, mouth level with Tanya's bouncing breasts.
"Get on top of your fellow slut and ride her face," he ordered, voice like thunder.
Anita hesitated only a moment before obeying.
She swung her leg over Tanya's face, lowering her dripping core onto her son's crush's eager mouth. Tanya immediately went to work, moaning into Anita's folds, her tongue darting in and out as she lapped up the MILF's juices like a starving girl at a feast.
"Oohh"
Anita cried out, her back arching, hands gripping the bedframe to steady herself as pleasure surged through her trembling body. Her breasts bounced with every jolt of Tanya's tongue, her moans mixing with the wet squelching sounds of flesh on flesh.
Rai's cock glistened, covered in his sister's nectar. He pulled out with a wet pop, dragging Tanya to the edge of the bed and flipping Anita around—so her face now pressed into Tanya's soaked cunt below her.
Then he positioned himself behind Anita and rammed into her without mercy.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
"Aah… ooohhh"
Her screams were muffled into Tanya's folds, vibrating against her tongue as Rai gripped her hips and drilled into her soaked cunt with brutal intensity.
Her ass rippled with each thrust, red from his earlier slaps. Her heavy breasts swung beneath her, grazing Tanya's stomach as she whimpered and bucked under Rai's onslaught.
The room was filled with the chorus of moans, gasps, flesh slapping, wet squelching, and the obscene scent of lust lingering thick in the air.
Tanya, still pinned under Anita's writhing body, came first.
She moaned into Anita's clit, hips shaking, juices splashing across her friend's face as she trembled beneath her brother's cock still buried in the woman above her.
Anita followed moments later.
Her body convulsed violently as a scream tore from her throat, muffled again into Tanya's soaked slit.
Her climax was overwhelming—legs shaking, back arching, cunt clenching tight around Rai's thick shaft.
And then—Rai grunted.
"Take it, slut."
With one final thrust, he slammed deep inside her, releasing a thick torrent of cum that overflowed Anita's already full womb. She collapsed forward, trembling, her body trembling from overstimulation and bliss.
Rai withdrew, glancing at the mess he made—both women collapsed atop each other, bodies drenched in sweat, love marks, and sticky fluids dripping between their thighs.
He reached for a bottle of water from the nightstand and took a slow sip, smirking at the sight before him.
Two conquered beauties—his sister and his friend's mother—now nothing more than obedient, cum-filled sluts.
And the day was still young.
"There's still that Bollywood party to attend tonight," Rai muttered to himself, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "It's 2003 now. All the heroines are still natural beauties... not like the plastic-filled stars of the future."
He smirked, imagining their luscious curves, dusky skin, and seductive eyes—pure, unspoiled glamor that money and fame hadn't yet distorted. The thought alone sent a thrill down his spine.
After a long, steamy bath that soothed his muscles and washed off the lingering scent of last night's debauchery, Rai stepped out refreshed.
He stood before the mirror, bare-chested, admiring his chiseled physique before slipping into a perfectly tailored designer suit—charcoal black with a deep red shirt and a black silk tie.
Sharp. Dominant. Irresistible.
Minutes later, he slid into his Lamborghini Aventador, its jet-black body gleaming under the Mumbai sun. The low growl of the engine echoed through the underground garage as he revved it once, then peeled out onto the open road.
He licked his lips slowly, the image of his hot stepmother—Sofia—seated in her CEO chair, legs crossed, high heels, tight blouse pulling at her chest as she signed contracts in his name… it stirred something dangerous within him.
He pressed the accelerator.
–Broom.
The engine roared like a beast unleashed.
The car shot forward at full speed, cutting through traffic like a missile.
But Rai wasn't worried. His God-Level Driving skill ensured perfect control—no matter how recklessly he drove, there would be no accident.
His confidence was absolute. And in Mumbai, no police officer dared to stop the owner of the Singhaniya Group.
Red lights turned green as he approached. Other cars instinctively cleared the road. The world itself seemed to bow to his presence.
Within minutes, the towering silhouette of the Singhaniya Group Headquarters came into view—an architectural marvel and the tallest building in Mumbai, glinting like a jewel against the skyline. Its polished glass façade reflected the city it ruled from above.
He pulled up to the private entrance.
Doormen stood at attention.
Valets rushed to take his car.
Staff bowed low.
And Rai stepped out with the presence of a king.
Tonight would be entertaining—but first, he had a certain CEO to visit upstairs.
His stepmother was waiting for his love that she missed last night.
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