29. Bua's Lust

As I walked away from the hospital room, the weight of what had just transpired hung in the air. Uncle, now caught in my web, had no choice but to comply with my demands.

The video I had showed him was all the leverage I needed to manipulate him into agreeing to the marriage, but the main motive was to get inside the house and I knew he wouldn't dare defy me now.

Still, the real game had only just begun.

Outside, Bua stood, her expression unreadable, but eyes are attracted to me. She had no idea what had just been discussed, but I could tell she was on edge,  Little did she know, everything was already in motion, and soon, she will be mine.

As I left the hospital, I could feel the power shift in my favor. With Uncle now under my control, it was only a matter of time before I have  them all.

The wheels were in motion, and there was no turning back now. The city buzzed around me, but I barely noticed. My mind was already on the future on Bua, on her daughters, and how everything would fall into place.

Uncle's agreement was the first step, but I knew I couldn't rely solely on blackmail. I had to work my way into the family, gaining their trust and subtly shifting the dynamics in my favor.

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A few days later, I arrived at Uncle's house, an opulent estate that practically screamed of wealth and power. As I approached the entrance, the door swung open, and there stood Bua. Her face was as stern as ever, but behind her composure, I caught a flicker of something else—desire. She didn't know it yet, but she was already ensnared.

"Come in,"

she said curtly, stepping aside to let me in.

I walked through the door, the scent of polished wood and fresh flowers greeting me. The house was everything I expected luxurious, elegant, and empty.

Yes, I don't see or feel anyone in the home Just Bua and me, alone. It was the perfect opportunity.

"I heard you had some business with my husband," she said, guiding me toward the sitting room.

"Actually, yes, I came to speak about marrying your daughter, but now that I'm here, I think we should talk first."

I replied calmly.

There was a long pause before Bua finally spoke, her voice steady but curious.

"Which daughter?"

I smiled, knowing I had her full attention.

'Mating Aura'

I activated my Mating Aura, the atmosphere subtly shifted.

"That's for you to decide,"

I said, stepping closer.

"I'm open to whichever daughter you think is best for me."

Her eyes widened slightly as I closed the distance between us, my gaze locked onto hers.

"But before them," I whispered, my voice low, "I want you."

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As the tension between us thickened, Bua's stern facade began to crumble.

Her breath quickened, and I could see the conflict in her eyes—the battle between her pride and the desire my Mating Aura was igniting.

I stepped even closer, making the aura much more stronger.

"Mmmmmh~♡"

Without warning, she grabbed my collar and pulled me toward her, pressing her lips onto mine with a sudden, fierce urgency. It was an impulsive, heated kiss, full of pent-up frustration and desire.

She had lost control, surrendering completely to the moment.

I responded immediately, my arms sliding around her, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Her hands clutched my shirt, trembling with emotion. The stern woman who had greeted me moments ago was gone, replaced by someone who could no longer resist the lust.

As we broke the kiss briefly, she looked at me breathless, eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and need. I seized the moment.

"I know,"

I whispered, my voice low and deliberate.

"you know about your husband cheating on you. So why can't you do the same?"

Her eyes flashed, but instead of pulling away, she leaned in again, her lips brushing mine as if testing the boundaries of her own resolve. The weight of my words sank in, and I could feel her giving in to the temptation completely.

Mmmhhh~

Hhhmmmmm~♡

As the kiss deepened, Bua's resistance crumbled entirely. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she pulled me closer, completely surrendering to the moment.

I could feel the intensity in her movements, the mix of anger, betrayal, and desire driving her actions. She wasn't just giving in to me—she was taking what she felt she deserved, reclaiming control in her own way.

Breaking the kiss, she gazed at me, her eyes filled with a blend of guilt and hunger, her lips parted as if searching for words but finding none.

I took advantage of her hesitation, leaning in close to whispering in her ear.

"It doesn't have to stop here, Ma'am,"

I murmured, my voice smooth and commanding.

"You deserve more than him."

She was trembling now, the weight of everything she had been holding back finally surfacing. Her loyalty to her husband was shattered by his affair, and now, she was torn between guilt and the allure of her own revenge.

"This is wrong,"

she whispered, but even as she said it, she didn't pull away. Her voice lacked conviction, and we both knew it.

"Maybe,"

I replied softly, my hand brushing against her cheek.

"But you know what's worse? Letting him do whatever he wants while you suffer in silence. You deserve to feel alive, to take control."

She closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling deeply. When she opened them again, the conflict had dimmed, replaced by a simmering acceptance of the situation. She didn't speak, but the look she gave me said everything I needed to know.

I leaned in again, kissing her softly this time, as I guided her toward the edge of the couch. She didn't resist, letting herself be drawn into the moment, into me.

As we sank into the couch, Bua's breath quickened, her hands gripping my shoulders as I pulled her closer. The room around us seemed to fade, leaving only the two of us in the heat of the moment.

In that moment, Bua was no longer thinking about the consequences or the guilt. She was reclaiming a part of herself that had been lost, and I was more than willing to help her do it.

This was a crucial turning point. Not only had I broken through her defenses, but now she was fully mine, whether she realized it or not. As things progressed, I knew one thing for certain, for her there was no going back from here.

And soon, I would have the entire family women (only Beautiful) wrapped around me.

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To be Continued

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