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Chapter 29: Heavenly Mountains of Milk
🕑 Added 2025-07-20 11:50:38 +0000 UTCThat night… silence reigned in Clara’s dressing room, broken only by the soft glow of a lamp casting warm light onto the wooden floor. The faint, sweet scent of red wine from a half-full glass on her vanity mingled with the delicate perfume from her freshly showered body, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and dangerously charged.
Clara stood in the middle of the room, her body wrapped in a thin, white satin robe that shimmered with a faint silver hue where the moonlight from the window touched it. Her eyes were locked on Owen, who sat in a chair, unmoving. Her gaze burned with a defiant fire, yet it trembled with a deep-seated insecurity.
“Owen…” Her voice was husky, laced with alcohol and want. “Are you ready to see me… in a way no one has ever seen me before?”
Her voice quavered slightly. Though she tried to keep it steady, Owen could tell… she was betting everything, pushing herself down a path of no return. It was a declaration of war, and she was willing to burn everything to the ground… including herself.
Before Owen could answer, Clara’s fingers slowly, torturously, moved to the knot of the robe at her waist. Her fingers trembled as she gradually loosened it. The fine satin slithered off her fair shoulders, pooling at her feet as softly as a feather. It revealed a body bound in seductive, burgundy red lace lingerie, with matching stockings that hugged her fair thighs, mercilessly accentuating the lush curves of her hips and round bottom.
Her long, wavy black hair, still slightly damp, clung to her shoulders. Tiny droplets of water caught the moonlight, sparkling seductively on her skin. Her face was flushed, her eyes glistening… it was the image of a queen, ready to sacrifice everything to reclaim her throne.
“I… I won’t be just an ‘ordinary woman’ in your eyes anymore,” she forced the words out, her gaze boring into his. “I’ll make everyone see… that I have what it takes to drive a man insane~”
Owen swallowed hard, the saliva thick and difficult in his throat. Blood roared in his ears, a hot flush spreading through his entire body. It wasn’t just her beauty… it was her daring that was dragging his own primal instincts out to wreak havoc.
Clara closed her eyes, taking one last deep breath to steel her nerves, before reaching behind her back…
Click~
The soft sound of the bra’s clasp unhooking was like a tolling bell in Owen’s ears. The lace bra, no longer able to contain her magnificent assets, fell to the floor… releasing two milky-white mountains to spill free, gloriously unrestrained.
Two massive, full breasts stood proudly, challenging his gaze. The dark pink nipples puckered, hardening into tight buds in the cool air of the room. Her skin glowed under the dim light… She no longer stood still, but began to slowly trace the curves of her own breasts with her fingertips, her eyes smoldering as they stared at him… a silent, yet deafening, invitation.
[Character Illustration: Clara topless]
“Jesus Christ… Clara… Your tits are fucking amazing~ They’re driving me insane!” Owen swore, his breath catching in his throat. Heat exploded through his body, his heart hammering against his ribs like a war drum. His cock swelled, straining painfully against his underwear. His sire instinct was roaring inside his head, a maddening frenzy…
‘Fuck her! Devour her! Slam your cock into this bitch right now!!!’
But the last vestiges of his consciousness screamed in protest. It was the voice of reason, of morality… and the voice of Damian… a voice reminding him that he was still human, not just a beast driven by lust.
Hearing Owen’s raw, desire-filled curse, a smile of pure satisfaction bloomed on Clara’s face. The confidence that had wavered was now back, stronger than ever.
“Mm Just knowing you like them… makes it worth it, Owen,” she said, her face flushed, her voice trembling with excitement. “My body… I wanted to reveal it to you… Consider it a reward for everything you’ve done for me”
And in that split second… a translucent screen of the Choice System flared to life before Owen’s eyes.
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[1. Lunge forward and savagely ravish those breasts, using your mouth and tongue to bite and suckle her nipples until you are satisfied. (Affection -5, Demon Path +10, She will become afraid of you, and an irreparable rift will form in your relationship.)]
[2. Shake off the wicked thoughts, gently cover her with her robe, and tell her that’s enough for tonight. (Affection +5, Angel Path +10, She will be grateful for your gentlemanly conduct, but deep down, she will feel disappointed.)]
[3. Put on a serious expression, then rise and strip off your own clothes until you’re in nothing but your underwear. “I won’t take advantage of you, Clara… Since you were brave enough to show me your chest, I’ll show you mine in return. Now this is what I call fair!” (Affection +5, Demon Path +10, The situation will escalate to an even more heated level.)]
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A sly smirk played on Owen’s lips, his eyes gleaming with a newfound plan. He chose the third option without a moment’s hesitation… If Clara was brave enough to light the match, he was more than willing to douse it in gasoline.
Owen rose to his full height, playing along with this dangerous, passionate game, while still maintaining his own brand of honor. His hands slowly, deliberately, moved to unbutton his shirt… one button at a time…
“I won’t take advantage of you, Clara…” Owen’s voice was deep and a little hoarse, but every word was firm and sincere. “Since you were brave… and revealed everything to me, I’ll reveal myself to you as well… Now this is what I call fair!”
And then his shirt was off, revealing a broad chest and a chiseled six-pack, a testament to his intense training. His skin was taut, reflecting the soft light of the room like a living marble statue. Owen let the shirt fall from his shoulders to the floor before his hands moved to his belt buckle…
Click~
The soft sound of the buckle echoed in Clara’s senses. He unzipped his pants and then deliberately pushed them down his hips, letting them pool with his shirt at his ankles, leaving his powerful frame clad only in a pair of tight, black boxer briefs.
Clara froze, her mouth slightly agape, her breath hitched. Her eyes widened as she stared at the sight before her as if mesmerized, her face flushing an even deeper shade of crimson. She tried to stop her gaze from drifting lower… but she couldn’t.
She swallowed thickly… as her eyes locked onto the ‘something’ beneath the black fabric.
A monstrous, swollen erection was pressing against the material, creating a terrifyingly prominent bulge. It was so large and long that the distinct ridge of the shaft was clearly visible, straining against the thin underwear as if about to burst free.
‘Oh God… it’s… it’s so big… It’s so much bigger than Damian’s!’ she screamed internally, a jolt of panic and a completely new kind of thrill shooting through her. A wave of heat rushed from her stomach down to the juncture of her thighs, making her instantly wet…
Clara shook her head violently to clear her thoughts, quickly changing the subject with a still-quavering voice. “I-I think… we should start shooting the OnlyStar content now, Owen. The fans must be dying to see my breasts by now~”
Owen gave a small, knowing smile, his eyes glinting with a satisfaction he couldn’t hide at her reaction. “Of course, Clara… I’ll get the camera ready.”
The atmosphere in the room shifted entirely. It was no longer just a risqué photoshoot; it was a dangerous game of seduction and restraint. Owen dimmed the lights further, adding a ring light that made Clara’s skin look flawlessly smooth.
Clara began to pose slowly. She put her robe back on… only to slowly, languidly remove it again for the camera, revealing her defiant, naked breasts once more… but this time, her gaze wasn’t just on the camera. It periodically flickered down to Owen’s crotch.
Owen moved in to adjust her posture, his fingertips grazing her back and shoulders to fix her angles. Sometimes, his hand would “accidentally” brush against the side of her sensitive breast.
“Ah…” a soft moan escaped Clara’s lips against her will as her hardened nipple grazed the back of his hand. “Owen… that spot is…” She bit her lip, her face turning scarlet to the tips of her ears.
At the same time, Clara got her revenge. As she was leaning back for a pose, she pretended to lose her balance slightly, causing her back to press closer to his crotch… her full, round bottom grinding firmly against the hard erection still straining beneath his underwear.
!!!...
A jolt like an electric shock shot through both of them. Owen turned his face away, taking a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm the savage instinct that was clawing to get out… He was holding on by a thread.
Luckily, what little professionalism they had left was still working. The photoshoot continued amidst the scorching hot atmosphere. Finally, it was over. They had captured both still photos and short, mind-blowingly erotic video clips, from the scene of her slowly disrobing to the shots of her sending the most seductive glances to the camera while cupping her own bare breasts.
“I think… this clip is going to make your fans pay anything you ask, Clara,” Owen said with a smile, handing her the camera to see his work.
Clara took the camera, biting her lip slightly. She looked down at her own image on the screen… an image where she was staring at the camera lens with the most passionate gaze… before whispering softly.
“But in the picture… I wasn’t looking at the camera… I was looking at you, Owen…”
“....” Owen froze instantly. That direct, powerful confession… was about to shatter the last wall of his restraint. In the end, he barely managed to conquer it. Owen quickly excused himself and left the room, leaving Clara to smirk, the victor of tonight’s battle…
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The morning sun streamed through the large glass window into the opulent living room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air of Damian’s luxurious house. Owen leaned back on a large leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a steaming mug in one hand and a tablet in the other, the screen open to Clara’s OnlyStar page.
A faint smile played on his lips as he waited for the latest stats to load… and when they appeared, his smile widened, his eyes gleaming.
—It was exactly as he had expected.
The latest post had rocketed past one hundred thousand views in less than eight hours! The new follower graph shot up in a straight line the moment the “Heavenly Mountains of Milk” photo set and clip were released.
Clara now had over 26,000 followers, 7,000 subscribers, and most impressively, the number of premium fan club members, who paid extra for exclusive content, had jumped to nearly 300.
The system’s estimated income for the month stood at $126,000…
The number made Owen let out a low whistle of amazement. “Damn… if she sees this, she’s definitely going to jump me with a hug again,” he whispered to himself, in a good mood.
He scrolled down to the comments section, which had now become a battlefield of adoration. It was filled with praise, shock, addiction, and raw lust from Clara’s followers.
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[Comment 1]: "Oh my god! They’re the real deal! I’d pay double to see more!"
[Comment 2]: "This is pure art! The kind of perfect curves only a god could sculpt!"
[Comment 3]: "Mount Fuji is real! I worship you, my goddess! I can die happy now!"
[Comment 4]: "Thank you for the quality content, Clara! Always supporting you!"
[Comment 5]: “Fuck!~ I want to breed her so bad!”
[Comment 6]: “You know that face you’re making is just begging to get pounded, right, my love~”
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Owen couldn’t help but smirk. He was proud… proud of Clara’s bravery that night. She had conquered her fear, conquered the moral walls that held her back, and unleashed her full charm to achieve this spectacular success.
But at the same time… deep inside him, a heavy, intense feeling was slowly solidifying.
Possessiveness… A sense of ownership…
The feeling that this woman… this body… this smile… should belong to him and him alone, began to erupt like an uncontrollable wildfire.
Owen took another sip of his coffee, but it tasted bitter. He frowned slightly, his eyes scanning the lewd comments again… but this time, he didn't find them amusing.
A voice in his head spoke… cold and resolute.
‘No matter how much these bastards pay… I will never let Clara belong to them… not even in their fantasies…’
He gently placed the tablet on the table, took a deep breath, and rose to his full height. His eyes were more serious and sharper than ever before. He knew the only way to protect her… was to become stronger… stronger than anyone who would dare to interfere with her.
“Even if it’s an S-rank Awakened… I will fight to protect her.”
The silent roar in his mind faded… As Clara was beginning to shine brighter than ever… he had to be strong enough to be the shadow that followed, protecting her light from anything that would dare to defile it…
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