Adult fairy tale: Starting with social security black silk Little Red Riding Hood!

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Although I just unleashed a close-range rainmaking blast on Anna, someone like her, a newly opened clam, is like parched land. A couple of rainmaking blasts are already enough to take her little life; she simply can't handle more.

If I were to unleash a few more rainmaking blasts towards the sky, it would be like prematurely overdrawing Anna's physical state.

At least Anna called me 'Daddy' so many times; I'm not so immoral as to do that.

But in that case, I'm completely unsatisfied. Not only didn't I release the fire, but I stirred it up. I'm also feeling uncomfortable.

At that moment, I even considered grabbing Julie and giving her a good session to vent my frustration.

But I interacted with Julie too many times today. Even a powerhouse ability user probably couldn't withstand such an impact. I'm planning to make good use of this thermal weapon. If I break it today, I won't have anything to play with in the future.

Besides, she's still upstairs cleaning. I have no choice but to let her go.

Originally, I wanted to take a shower directly, just to cool down and endure it, but who would have thought Tasha would pop up at this time?

With ready-made food delivered to my door, how could I waste it?

I didn't care if Tasha was being coy and refusing; I raised my hand and grabbed her peach, lifting her up.

Tasha was startled and, in a panic, could only wrap her legs around my waist, hugging me tightly and whispering in a flustered voice.

"What are you doing?"

She moved her lips, shaking her head at me: "Anna is sleeping nearby!"

"That's right, she's sleeping nearby. As long as you keep your voice down, she won't notice."

I held up her peach, shifting positions with each step. The awakened thing didn't directly impact Tasha, but she couldn't help but be startled into tears, her body even more limp.

Actually, she didn't have the ability to refuse me.

She pretended to refuse, making a few small protests, but I immediately took action, pinning her directly on the dining table. Her peach was exposed from her skirt, and after being controlled by me a few times, it was directly divided into two, revealing the soft peach pit and juice.

I had just finished showering and was thirsty. Seeing the juice, I directly stepped forward, savoring it carefully.

The skirt's fabric hung around her waist, like a passionate samba, the hem flying and swaying with the rhythm.

Tasha's warm body was pressed against the cold dining table, her pupils involuntarily drifting upwards. Most of her consciousness was gone, the remaining sanity used entirely to bite her lip, preventing any unwanted sounds from escaping.

Although a nanny had been hired for the family, she hadn't avoided any of the hardships of cooking.

Especially since I sometimes liked to give her corn to eat. Even if she was full, I wouldn't be polite, directly stuffing the corn into her mouth, making her eat it raw, top and bottom, without letting anything go.

If it were cooked corn, at least it would have some sweetness and softness, but raw corn simply didn't have that feel.

The corn cob, plus the kernels, were often thick and hard. They were usually cooked with some methods, but if eaten raw, the kernels would be bitten and release a milky white corn juice, along with a slight raw smell, making it basically impossible for anyone to eat. But I didn't care; I would just forcefully pour it in, saying it was good for her health.

Sometimes, I would also sprinkle the juice of those raw plants, like cucumbers or corn, on Tasha's face, using it for beauty and skincare.

But for Tasha, no matter what it was, eating it raw was never good, but I always enjoyed it.

Over time, Tasha naturally developed the habit of eating raw. Without me having to do anything, no matter which side, top or bottom, as long as it was near her mouth, she would instinctively suck it in, honestly eating the raw food.

I preferred raw oysters. As long as the shell was opened, the oyster meat inside would be revealed.

If it was a fresh oyster, someone like Tasha, after being pried open, the oyster meat inside would still wiggle slightly, trying to close the shell to protect itself.

Whether it was the knife used to pry the shell or something else, if strong measures weren't taken in time, it would be clamped by the oyster shell, and the oyster meat inside would wrap around, trying to envelop the external attack and protect its safety.

But I was skilled at eating oysters. At this time, I only needed to slightly retract the tool, then stab it into the oyster shell again, forcefully thrusting and stirring, which could make the oyster shell lose its activity, allowing me to manipulate it as I pleased.

As for the soft oyster meat inside, it was even more at my mercy.

That's how Tasha was defeated.

Facing such an opponent, how could Tasha possibly win? Of course, I could eat whatever I wanted, and she would eat whatever I fed her.

Although she was only eating plants, Tasha was still so full that she kept begging for mercy, saying she couldn't eat anymore.

But I hadn't eaten my fill yet, so how could it end so quickly?

Especially since there were several ways to eat oysters. Sometimes I would pour sauce on top. Some people liked to pour lemon juice, then squeeze the oyster meat tightly to facilitate the next operation.

But my taste was rather strange. I would occasionally pour yogurt or milk into the oyster shell, watching the oyster overflow with milk like a filled cream puff, then sweep the tool for the oyster shell in and pour another round.

It was more like playing than eating.

But playing couldn't waste food, so in the end, whether it was thick yogurt or milk, I would stuff it into Tasha, making her eat it clean.

Tasha was really too full, tears constantly falling, feeling a little annoyed in her heart.

But if she really had to refuse her boyfriend, she couldn't do it.

Tasha could only choose to endure, eating round after round.

Although it was indeed painful, no one dislikes eating, especially since the things I fed her each time, although terrifying, were of superior quality and taste. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was suffering while enjoying it.

"You bastard…"

Tasha said intermittently, afraid that her voice would also leak out.

I don't know what kind of energetic monster I am.

Today, I had clearly experienced so many times, yet I still seemed like an insatiable beast, not only eating her but also feeding her. Putting aside my own intelligence, just in terms of physical strength—

I'm just a horny beast that ran out of the mountains.

She was so stimulated by this fierce beast that her eyes were filled with tears, unable to control her lacrimal glands. Tears splashed with the movements, and the table below had already been messed up by the previous feast. The previous ingredients and various drinks were all on the table.

However, at this moment, a flash of clarity suddenly pierced through her pleasure-addled brain.

This guy's energy has been so旺盛 day after day; is he up to no good?

That's right!

When I came home just now, didn't that guy, Rhode, seem to be coming out of the guest room's bathroom?

Although she felt that Rhode wouldn't force himself on her, let alone do such a thing to Anna, Tessa couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

After all, Rhode is just a big bad guy; who knows what his standards are for interacting with and educating people.

She struggled to turn her head, glaring at Rhode with a whimper, her tone laced with a hint of warning: "Let's get this straight, you can do whatever you want to me, but don't you dare focus your attention on Anna!"

Chapter 232: How Excessive, Sneaking Around Behind Your Daughter's Back!

Tessa is well aware of Anna's charm. Ever since Anna grew into adulthood, she had noticed that Anna had inherited almost all of her own advantages, and was even more outstanding.

If that big bad guy, Rhode, really took a liking to her, he definitely wouldn't let Anna go.

She herself would be fine, but did she and her daughter have to fall for Rhode together?

Moreover, she and Anna were already in this kind of relationship. If Rhode were to come between them, how would she face Anna in the future? Just thinking about it made her feel incredibly awkward.

"Did you hear me?"

Tessa urged Rhode to answer.

Rhode clicked his tongue, looking at Tessa strangely, not really knowing how to account for this.

If he were to be honest, he had never had any designs on Anna.

Wasn't it Anna who had been actively staring at him, insisting on getting close to him?

Besides, it was too late to say this now.

Now that he had already taken everything, what was there to say? Did she want to restrict him to only eating her once or twice?

Seeing that Rhode didn't answer her, Tessa became a little anxious. She turned to the side, sizing up Rhode, her tone becoming somewhat sour, and she couldn't help but say: "You haven't already taken a fancy to Anna, have you? I'm telling you, that's not going to work…"

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Rhode's eyes gradually turn cold, and she immediately shrank her neck, not daring to continue.

But facing Rhode's cold eyes, she also felt a little aggrieved and puzzled.

The request she had made wasn't difficult for Rhode, unless Rhode had been harboring ill intentions from the start; otherwise, why would Rhode be like this?

Thinking of this, Tessa wriggled her body, wanting to escape Rhode's attack range.

Anyway, she was feeling bad now, so Rhode shouldn't even think about eating her. Today, she was going to flip the table.

Because of Tessa's movement, the peach juice dripped down, mixing with the milk that had been accidentally spilled on the table.

With a 'pop' sound.

Rhode's connection was broken.

Tessa turned her head, looking at Rhode with some provocation.

Anyway, Rhode couldn't eat her now, so she felt like she had won a round, and Rhode would agree to her request just now.

Rhode snorted coldly.

It seemed that he had been too indulgent towards Tessa usually. Now she even dared to teach him what to do. If he didn't teach her a lesson, what would happen in the future?

Today, he would teach Tessa what the rules were.

Slap, slap.

Two crisp sounds.

Rhode's palm landed heavily on Tessa's peach, causing it to ripple, leaving several bright red finger marks.

Tessa felt pain for a moment, her legs involuntarily clamping together, and tears almost fell.

But before she could feel wronged, her body was picked up from the table by Rhode.

Rhode had eaten a lot of oysters just now, and now was the time to fill his stomach and have strength. Picking up Tessa, sticking her to his body like a child, and occasionally shaking and coaxing her, was simply an easy task.

Tessa originally wanted to put on an appearance of being strong-willed.

But soon, she was forced to collapse by Rhode's attacks. Tears couldn't help but fall, completely wetting the bathrobe that Rhode was wearing, and she even let out childlike cries, completely unable to withstand such attacks.

But this was just the beginning of Rhode's attack.

He had defeated Tessa so quickly that she regretted her provocation in her heart.

If she had known, she wouldn't have said those words—

Just as Tessa was regretting it in her heart, she suddenly heard the sound of a door opening next to her ear.

Tessa, who had been somewhat absent-minded, suddenly woke up.

Looking at the open door, she couldn't help but start to struggle.

But under Rhode's restraint, Tessa's struggle not only had no effect, but was even strung together more tightly.

Rhode had opened the oysters before.

When opening oysters, as long as you string the tool through the oyster shell, don't rush to pry it open. Let the shell clamp the tool, so that the live oyster inside will only wrap the tool tighter when it can't push the tool away.

Even the weak push inside the oyster meat will turn into a close fit. When something is weak enough, her resistance will turn into a form of foreplay.

It can also be regarded as a kind of fun in eating oysters.

Seeing that she really couldn't escape Rhode's restraint, Tessa could only suppress all her voice into her stomach, nervously hugging Rhode, begging Rhode not to go inside with teary eyes.

Rhode raised his eyebrows, bouncing Tessa all the way to the bed.

Looking at Anna below her, Tessa immediately closed her eyes, hugging Rhode tightly, not only daring not to make a sound, but also daring not to move at all.

Afraid that if she wasn't careful, she would wake Anna up.

"How excessive, eating behind your own daughter's back."

Rhode leaned close to Tessa's ear and said with a chuckle.

In an instant, Rhode felt a violent sense of contraction, as if the oyster had sensed its own life danger, desperately wanting to clamp the tool with the oyster shells on both sides, trying to push the tool out of its body, but instead, it was even greater pressure and suction.

Feeling the oyster shell's nervous opening and closing and sucking, the amusement on Rhode's face was even greater.

What he wanted was Tessa's reaction, otherwise, what would be the fun in bringing her in here?

Moreover, if he didn't scare this woman, wouldn't this woman dare to take an inch next time?

"Please."

Seeing that Rhode was enjoying his wicked taste, Tessa couldn't help but pick up the oyster and clamp it on Ted, both ingratiating and begging in a low voice: "I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again in the future, let's go out, we can play however we want outside…"

It was as if he couldn't play however he wanted inside.

Regarding Tessa's begging, Rhode maintained a poker face. Instead, he stood in front of Anna's bed, not only not restraining himself, but using both his hands and tools. Not only did he use the tool to pierce into the oyster, but he also used his hand to open the tool. The seafood water from the oyster dripped onto Anna's face with a fishy smell.

Anna frowned, her eyelashes constantly trembling.