Chapter 352: Lady, NTR Is Absolutely Unacceptable (1)
Horace's rambling at the end never made it out.
Sophia lifted her lashes, her beautiful eyes glinting dangerously.
Her stunning, mature face was laced with impatience.
When she looked at her so-called husband, there was only disdain.
Of course she caught the real meaning behind his words.
It sounded like advice, but it was just discontent about her getting too close to Shia.
But who the hell do you think you are?
Just a damn shoe-polishing slave, and you dare to order me around?
Horace was always watching Sophia's expressions closely. The moment he saw her getting a little mad, he immediately shut his mouth.
But it was too late now.
Sophia pushed herself up with her slender arm.
The relaxed and easy atmosphere vanished completely.
The voluptuous blonde beauty turned into an arrogant queen, her gorgeous legs suddenly kicking out, sending Horace crashing to the floor.
Horace propped himself up on the ground, gazing up at the proud queen with nothing but reverence in his eyes.
He instantly regretted testing her.
But it was already too late.
Sophia stood up, and stepped straight onto him.
"You want to order your master?"
Her lazy voice had a sultry lilt to it.
But to Horace's ears, there wasn't even a sliver of lust—only terror.
He frantically shook his head.
"I-I would never dare!"
Sophia looked down at the man at her feet, her face full of disgust.
She turned around, sat back down gracefully on the chaise lounge, and raised her voice.
"Someone, come here."
From outside the door came a maid's obedient voice.
"Madam, what are your orders?"
"Go and invite young master Shia here."
"Yes, madam."
The maid answered without hesitation and quickly left.
Horace stared at Sophia, listening to the sound of the maid's footsteps fading away, an ominous feeling rising in his chest.
He looked at Sophia's beautiful face, his own twisting bitterly, eyes full of dread like a man about to be humiliated beyond repair.
Madam... you can't be thinking...
Sophia smirked disdainfully.
"Looks like I've been too kind to you lately, letting you grow delusions you never should've had."
"I am the master. You, you're just a lowly slave!"
"What the master wants to do isn't something a worthless slave like you gets to decide."
Sophia's gaze was cold and haughty.
She had never truly seen the man before her as anything worth her attention.
Just a pathetic spineless worm.
Worried about me getting too close to Shia, are you?
I'll get even closer.
In fact, I'll do it right in front of you!
When Shia arrived, it was Sophia herself who opened the door for him.
"You're here?"
"Aunt Sophia, did you need something?"
"Come in."
Horace hid behind a silk screen, his vision blurry as he watched the two figures walk hand in hand into the wedding room.
His heart felt like it was bleeding out.
That was a place even he wasn't qualified to step into!
Yet now Sophia was inviting Shia in.
Horace's face grew even more miserable.
When Sophia closed the door, she shot a meaningful look toward the wardrobe.
Only after hearing the door close did Horace dare to creep out from his hiding spot.
His heart was like a scratched-up cat, making him restless.
He wanted to press his ear against the door and listen carefully, but he was terrified of making any noise and being discovered.
What the hell are they doing inside?
In his mind flashed countless images, all starring Shia and Sophia.
Horace felt an itch on his scalp—like weeds were about to sprout.
After pacing anxiously in place for a long while, he finally squatted down, pressing his ear as close to the door as he could.
The wedding room door was shut, but the lights inside were on.
Their two silhouettes were projected onto the semi-transparent silk window.
The voluptuous, seductive figure of a woman, her once-tied-up hair cascading down her back as she tilted her head, revealing a refined side profile.
Her huge, perky tits jutted out, and her waist was so tiny it looked like it could barely support their weight.
That was his beloved queen, his legally wedded wife!
And right now, he could only hide outside, watching and listening helplessly.
The person standing before her wasn't him, but a teenage boy.
He saw that voluptuous figure stretch out her slender, graceful hand, giving just a slight push—and the boy fell back.
Sophia's silhouette then leaned down, pinning herself on top of him.
In that instant, Horace's mouth hung open in shock.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and his heart felt like it was being crushed.
Pain. Such unbearable pain!
The sight before him was enough to drive him insane.
Yet, perversely, he couldn't look away.
He could only stare as the scene fused with the twisted fantasies in his mind.
Even though it was such a cruel sight, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Inside the room.
Shia gazed up at the queen towering over him, helplessly lying there.
Because Sophia's body was so insanely voluptuous, from his angle all he could really see were her dazzling eyes.
If he so much as tilted his head, all he would see was her enormous breasts blocking the light, radiating an overwhelming pressure.
She straddled him in an M-shaped posture, her sheer black stockings overlapping alluringly.
Her arms lifted, making her chest look even more vast—like towering mountains.
Sophia gathered her long hair in her hands and then let it fall again.
With it, the scent of her golden locks filled the air.
Mixed with the intoxicating aroma of a mature beauty, it felt like stepping into paradise.
Sophia slid her fingers into her hair, gently massaging her scalp.
Her gaze dropped again, settling on the boy beneath her.
Seeing his wide-eyed stare, she felt mildly amused, but not much more.
She leaned forward slightly, supporting herself on the bed, closing the distance between them.
With her other hand, she twirled a strand of her fallen hair, drawing circles in front of Shia.
She placed her index finger on her lips, making a "shh" gesture.
At this point, there was barely any space left between them. The pressure came not just visually, but physically too.
It looked like she was teasing Shia, but her beautiful eyes flashed with a dangerous glint.
"Aunt Sophia..."
Shia's voice was slightly hoarse.
Sophia pressed her finger against Shia's lips, silencing his words.
Her lips curled into a sultry smile.
"Lower your voice, someone's watching outside~."
Horace had practically pressed his whole ear against the window before he finally caught the low murmur.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
What the hell are you doing in there, not even letting me hear it?!
Wuwuwu, she must've fallen for him because he's younger, stronger, and hotter than me!
But what about all our years together!
Sophia narrowed her eyes slightly, lowering her body even more.
Shia, supporting himself with one arm, shifted back to mirror her movement, lowering himself too.
He understood exactly who she meant by "someone outside."