Viper and the Puppy

"That bastard! I'll whoop his ass for being late."

Venessa Kane muttered under her breath, tapping her foot on the ground annoyingly. But when she saw her mother open the door, she relaxed a bit.

"Wow, you're early, honey? What happened? Ah, let me guess, you knocked her out in the first round again, huh?"

Victoria was wearing a bathrobe, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She had her phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

The bathrobe looked small, as if it was struggling not to burst open.

"Hmph, you bet. That bitch was a fucking joke. All these whores trying to act tough, only to be flattened by a bad bitch like me."

Vanessa sauntered into the living room and first glanced at the little bitch's room. Kane's room that is. But it was closed unusually.

"Didn't that turd come back yet? Did he get lost or something?"

"Oh, him? He did come back. I think he was about to die today. Made Tyler cry because of his frustration. Of course, I slapped him away..."

Victoria took a sip of her wine and plopped onto the couch, her ass cheeks spreading as she sat, the bathrobe straining to contain her curves.

"Oh? He did what now? Did he hit his head or something?"

Vanessa's smile turned cruel before she walked towards her room. She'd deal with the turd later. Right now, she needed a long, hot bath.

"I'll be on the balcony if you need anything, honey, okay."

Vanessa heard her mother's voice but ignored it. She put the key into the doorknob and twisted it, eager for some alone time.

Chank~

Unlike before, there was no clicking sound, just a dull clunk of metal hitting metal.

"Huh?"

Vanessa frowned.

"Is it broken? Dammit."

She shook her head, feeling annoyed at everything.

"I should really see that turd and be at peace again."

By that, she meant beating up Kane until he begged for mercy.

'He deserves that.'

"Ah, I really need to take a shower."

She twisted the doorknob and entered her room, closing it behind her. With a sigh of relief, she started to peel off her clothes one by one.

The t-shirt came off first, revealing her sports bra, which was valiantly trying to hold her enormous breasts—an inheritance from her mother that she was quite proud of.

Struggling, Venessa finally managed to pull her bra off, the fabric reluctantly releasing its grip on her body.

With a sigh of relief, she freed her ample breasts, which sprang out with a slight bounce, their fullness on full display.

"Ah, finally!"

Her huge breasts felt the cool air, and a shiver of relief and pleasure ran through her body.

"Now, the shorts."

She hooked her thumbs into the hem of her shorts and slid them down her smooth, toned legs, revealing her curvaceous ass and her puffy, bare pussy.

"God, I am such a catch."

She giggled to herself. She had every reason to laugh.

She didn't bother with panties underneath. When you're fighting, why bother? It made things simpler and, frankly, a bit more exhilarating.

"Nice, just perfect pairs."

"Thanks."

?!

"What the fuck?!"

She heard a voice from the corner of the room and responded instinctively. But when she realized the voice wasn't her own, her eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Who the fuck are you?"

She quickly turned around and saw a man lounging comfortably in her gaming chair, his eyes shamelessly admiring her body. It was none other than her bastard stepbrother.

Confusion quickly morphed into anger as she realized what was happening.

"Bastard!" she screamed. "I knew you were a freak, but how dare you sneak into my room like this? Get out of here before I whoop your ass."

She didn't even bother to hide her assets in shame. There was no need for that. This puppy was a pushover.

Someone who had no guts and a dick that couldn't even stand.

But her eyes narrowed when she saw him grinning.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?"

"Oh, sorry, sis. I can't help myself."

He replied, standing up slowly from the chair, his fully erect 10-inch monster bouncing up and down.

Venessa's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped as she took in the sight of his impressive length.

She never thought this bastard was hiding something like this in his pants.

But the confusion only lasted for a second as she regained her composure and shouted again.

"Why the hell are you naked in my room? Are you the one who broke my door? You little shit!"

She was beyond angry. Not only was he naked in her room, but he also had the gall to smile. She was going to whoop his ass right now.

All the anger and frustration she had was going to come crashing down on this fucker.

"You fucker!"

She screamed.

The naked woman dashed toward the heavenly young master, her ass swaying with each step, and her tits bouncing with every movement.

She aimed a punch straight at his face, but Kane just smirked and tilted his head slightly, letting her fist pass right beside his ear.

?!

"Huh?" 

'Did he just dodge that?'

Venessa wasn't bewildered because he dodged the punch. She was bewildered that he dodged 'her' punch. There's a difference in that.

The punch she threw at him was fairly easy to dodge. It was just a basic punch with a bit of strength.

The problem was that Kane never dodged her punches and always took them head-on.

He would not retaliate, no matter what. Even when he spewed blood from his mouth, he would still say sorry.

But now? It was different.

It was as if the turd that had been hiding inside this guy's asshole had finally come out.

'Well, I can change that. You dare defy me? I'll beat you down to the core.'

She clenched her fists and launched herself at him, her leg raised high, ready to deliver a crushing kick.

Her body moved with raw energy, tits bouncing and ass flexing with every motion.

But to her surprise, he casually grabbed her leg with a smirk, his fingers gripping her thigh firmly.

Without giving her a chance to react, he quickly crouched on the ground, lifting her leg above his head.

"What the?!"

Before she could register what was happening, he took a deep, exaggerated whiff of her pussy lips. The sweaty, musky smell made his eyes roll back in delight.

"Ahhh~"

He moaned.

"This is the smell I'm looking for. Nice and ripe. You should bottle this up; you'd make a fortune."

Pervert. Utter pervert. That was him. That exactly was him.