Villain: My Revenge Begins with Eating his Mother

The cold night air bit at my skin as I carried her out of the private club.

Lin Yueying lay in my arms, her flushed cheeks framed by strands of deep purple hair shimmering under the dim city lights.

She was mature, alluring, and utterly captivating—but most importantly, she was the woman I needed for revenge. Her son was my enemy, and that made her mine too.

Looking at her in this vulnerable state, I felt regret for not accepting her in my previous life. I should have devoured her back then.

But now? Now I wouldn't let her go.

Yet since I needed her for my plan, I had to hold back. No matter how much I wanted her, I couldn't be rough—not yet, at least.

I glanced down at her purple hair and her figure that defied restraint. Her body pressed against mine, and I couldn't ignore the fullness of her ample chest, soft yet firm against my torso.

My grip tightened as her curves shifted slightly in my arms. Her scent—mix of perfume, sweat, alcohol, and her own natural heat—seemed to fill the air around me.

My other hand rested near her buttocks, supporting her thick thighs. My fingers sank gently into her skin, feeling her softness, warm and delicate, as if her body begged for more.

Her lips parted slightly as she let out a soft, breathy moan, the aphrodisiacs still coursing through her veins. Her fingers brushed weakly against my collar as she murmured,

"Where are we… going?"

Her faint blush revealed the mix of alcohol and drugs swirling in her system. Even so, her curled toes betrayed something deeper.

"Somewhere you'll feel better," I replied, though my mind whispered, somewhere I could ruin you.

I placed her in the back seat of the Rolls Royce. The supple leather cradled her as she shifted, her dress riding higher on her thighs.

My gaze lingered too long on the way her hair spilled across her shoulders and the strain of her round, firm breasts against the fabric of her dress. Rising and falling with each shaky breath, they looked impossibly inviting.

Her beauty was arresting—a dangerous blend of elegance and raw desire.

No wonder those men drugged her. Who could resist such temptation?

"Shangrong… right?" she said, her tone a sultry plea. Her legs crossed instinctively, her thighs pressing together as if her body betrayed her own restraint.

I slipped into the driver's seat, forcing myself to focus.

"To think the famous CEO Mrs. Lin is in this state. Who would believe me?" I said, my tone neutral, though my racing pulse told a different story.

"Shut up," she snapped, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "It's just the drugs and alcohol. Otherwise, I'm not the kind of woman you think I am."

"Yes… Mrs. Lin, the most conservative woman I know, who goes to clubs to worship Christ."

"You…" she roared, anger lighting up her gaze.

Hotel Starlight, Spirit City

October, 11:23 pm

Maybe it was because I spent too much time staring at her through the rearview mirror.

I didn't notice when we reached the Hotel Starlight.

The journey felt smoother than usual.

The hotel's warm, golden lights met her as we handed over our IDs. The suite cost 4,000 yuan. Naturally, I used her card—I had no intention of wasting my own money.

Her glare as I swiped her card only made her look more stunning. Her purple hair fell messily over her shoulders, framing her face. I wanted to grab those locks and pin her beneath me, but I reluctantly carried her again.

Her hips shifted slightly as I held her once again, the roundness of her buttocks perfectly accentuated. She was all woman—mature, seductive, and irresistibly divine.

I savoured every moment...

Even though there were only two flights of stairs to the suite, it took nearly ten minutes to reach it.

As I guided her toward the bed, she suddenly stopped. Turning to face me, her hands gripped my collar, pulling me closer.

"Why… are you staring so much?" she asked, her voice soft, her lips curving into a faint, playful smile despite the haze of the drugs.

"Because you're stunning," I replied truthfully. And the fact that she was my enemy's mother only made her beauty sweeter.

Her fingers tightened around my collar as a faint blush crept across her cheeks. Then, leaning forward, her lips brushed against mine.

I froze, one hand sliding instinctively to her waist while the other gripped the firm curve of her buttocks. Her body tensed against mine, but as I pulled her closer, her chest pressed fully into me.

The fire burned too hot to contain.

Her lips moved against mine, tentative at first, but quickly deepened as her tongue darted to taste me. My grip tightened on her waist, my fingers sinking into the softness of her body as I kissed her back, matching her hunger.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer still, while I let my fingers roam, gripping her firm flesh. Her soft moan vibrated against my lips, fanning the flames that raged within me.

"Ahh..."

The kiss became feverish. Her lips parted, and her tongue met mine in a tangle of heat and urgency. There was no longer control—just unfiltered desire.

Her nails grazed my back as our bodies melded together. My hand slipped from her waist to cup her breast, the ample softness filling my palm. Her gasp against my lips was like gasoline on a fire.

She arched into me, pressing her chest against my hand while her fingers roamed the back of my neck, pulling me further into her.

When we finally pulled apart, her flushed face was inches from mine, her swollen lips glistening in the dim light.

Her gaze was a mix of hunger and vulnerability, and it struck me deep.

Brushing a strand of hair from her face, I kissed her softly this time. It wasn't like before—this kiss was gentle, deliberate. I wanted her to know I wasn't after just her body but her very soul.

"Want me to stop?" I asked, though even I wasn't sure I could.

She shook her head slowly, a teasing smile curving her lips.

"Don't you dare."

And with that, we dove back into the fire.

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The dim light of the room cast golden hues against the walls, wrapping everything in a seductive glow.

My breaths were uneven, chest rising and falling as I lay beneath him, heat rushing through every part of me.

I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes; his intense gaze felt like it could strip me bare, unraveling every defense I had.

The previous kiss had been a soft disaster—one that made me feel cared for, though I couldn't completely shake the tug of uncertainty.

Even though my husband was gone, and even though I had a son near his age, I wanted him to devour me—every inch of my body—but fear still crept into my heart.

"Do you think I'm too old?"

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the handsome man before me, but I blurted out the question that could ruin everything.

But he responded with a simple smile.

"Old is wise, like ripened fruit. Other girls are just bones."

He was shameless and I was drunk...

His fingers brushed against my arm, sending a spark of electricity through me. I tensed, startled by the sensation, but he didn't pull back.

Slowly, he pinned me down, slipping his hand to the zipper of my dress. His touch was hungry, almost desperate.

I felt the slide of his fingers against my skin, and the sensation caused a ripple of excitement deep inside me.

My vagina clenched in response, his touch sent a tremor through me.

"You don't have to be this gentle," I whispered. "You can be rough."

His eyes, dark and unwavering, met mine.

"So you'd hate me tomorrow?" His voice was calm but firm, a dangerous allure in his words. "I want you completely. But I don't want you to hate me."

Maybe that was what I wanted to hear...

I bit my lip, the blush creeping up my neck.

When his hand moved again, this time slowly pulling the zipper down with agonizing patience, I found myself surrendering, leaning into him, torn between restraint and undeniable longing.

The fabric of my dress slid from my shoulders, and with a quick, decisive motion, he yanked it off, tossing it aside in a pool of silk on the floor.

Instinctively, I crossed my arms, suddenly overwhelmed by the vulnerability of the moment.

My heart raced as I lay beneath him in nothing but a matching set of purple lace—a lingerie set that once felt elegant, now seemed to scream seduction.

I turned away, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"You're beautiful, If I hadn't saved you from those men, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life."

His words sank into me, making my heart flutter. Under his unwavering gaze, I felt naked in more than just the physical sense.

His eyes wandered over me with unhurried scrutiny, committing every inch of me to memory.

As he stepped closer, his warmth pressed into me, and his fingers delicately traced the strap of my bra.

When he leaned in, his breath was a caress against my ear.

"Are you embarrassed now, Mrs. Lin?"

Even though I hadn't introduced myself to him, and I as curious about how he even knew my name, the way he spoke my name still held power.

Now wasn't the time for questions; my body had already answered his call.

My hands gripped the edge of his shirt, trembling as I pulled it up, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest.

My gaze naturally traveled down, savoring every hard, sculpted muscle, each defined line that only deepened my hunger for him.

He was younger, stronger—and I could feel my resolve dissolving the longer I stayed within his intoxicating proximity.

"Take off... everything," I demanded, the words slipping past my lips without hesitation.

'Why am I the only one naked? He should too.'

"Mrs. Lin is in a hurry, ha-ha!"

he teased, his smirk curling the corner of his mouth.

A faint chuckle escaped me as he complied, letting his shirt fall to the floor.

My eyes stayed on him, tracing the contours of his muscular frame. His presence felt overwhelming, but also incredibly comforting in a way I couldn't explain.

I tried to find words—to break the building tension—but my breath faltered. Instead, a nervous laugh tumbled from my lips, trembling in the air.

Then, almost on instinct, I pushed him away, only to pull him closer again, resting my hand gently on my chest.

"Shangrong... there is pain," I said softly, my fingers grazing my skin, trailing a path toward my heart.

"Here. Can you... look at it?"

Amusement flickered in his eyes for a moment before it was replaced with desire.

"How could I not? The last thing I want in this world is to see a beautiful woman in pain,"

His hands moved with reverence as he caressed my waist, his lips kissing my bellybutton.

Slowly, almost as if savoring each moment, he traced a path with his tongue that made my breath hitch. His lips found the clasp of my bra, and gently he unhooked it, the delicate straps slipping free as the garment fell away.

I gasped, my body twitching in response. My hands instinctively reached for him, but my touch faltered as we locked eyes—unspoken, unbroken.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. His gaze swept over me, adoration and hunger in equal measure.

"Don't stop. Ruin me."

And then he began...

I couldn't help but shiver as his hands moved upward, cupping my breasts gently, as though testing their weight in his palms.

My breath hitched as his thumbs brushed over my sensitive peaks, sending jolts of warmth through my body. I leaned into his touch instinctively, my skin humming with the awareness of his closeness.

When his mouth closed around my nipples, a breath caught in my throat. His tongue flicked over it with unhurried precision, coaxing a shiver that rippled through my entire body.

"Augg...ahh... squeeze harder."

"You're beautiful," he said, his voice low and velvety, making my heart skip a beat. His words dissolved any remaining hesitation, making me forget how, just moments ago, I doubted someone as young as him could ever look at me that way.

His lips traced the path where his hands had been, pressing soft, reverent kisses along the curve of my chest.

The heat unfurled in my belly and spread, wrapping me in a slow, unbearable ache.

When his mouth closed over my other nipple, I grasped his shoulders for stability. The sensation of his tongue on me, teasing and tasting, shifting between soft, lingering kisses and more pressing, possessive touches, left me breathless, wanting more.

His hands were far from idle. As his fingers brushed my skin, I felt an unexpected movement between my thighs. Somewhere along the way, he had slipped his hand inside my panties, and I hadn't realized it.

But I liked it—the way he seemed to claim me without question, as if he knew exactly what he wanted. His other hand kneaded the fullness of my breast, squeezing enough to send waves of fire shooting through my chest.

He was ruthless, relentless—just as I had asked him to be. I couldn't even tell if it was the aphrodisiacs working their magic or if it was simply the fact that I'd been starved for this feeling for so long.

"Agh... Myaa... aahh..."

A soft moan escaped me as he moved to the other side, his lips following the trail his hands had made. His touch was both warm and insistent, coaxing the tightness out of my body as his tongue flicked playfully over my hard bud.

The moment he pulled off his pants, I saw his manhood. It was surprisingly large—too large, in fact, as if it couldn't possibly be real. My heart skipped, and I felt a blush of embarrassment flush my cheeks.

"Are you going to shove that inside me?"

I asked, my voice almost inaudible.

Even my husband from twenty years ago would have died in shame if he'd witnessed this.

He was too big...

That...

I couldn't resist glancing down at him. He moved with such purpose and confidence, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions.

His mouth worked against me, fiercely yet gently, erasing any doubts I might have had about being an older woman.

"You taste like heaven," he said.

The effect of his words deepened my hazy state, drawing me closer to a place of pure desire.

For the first time in years, I felt completely wanted.

I barely noticed when my hands were bound to the bedposts, until I tugged against the restraints.

My hands were tied to each side of the bed without me realizing...

My mind whirled, confused, but there was an undeniable excitement thrumming in my body.

What was he even doing... aghh... wait...

He knelt between my legs, grabbing my panties with care.

Slowly, he slid them down my thighs, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the skin of my legs.

The sensation was electrifying, yet I couldn't help but close my eyes, only feeling, only waiting.

A cool breath washed over my most intimate place.

The barrier that had shielded me was gone, and I felt vulnerable in the best possible way, excitement blooming deep inside me.

He could see my vagina...

"You asked me to ruin you, didn't you, Mrs. Lin," he said, while his lips kissed up my thighs, pressing gentle, reverent kisses against my skin, just before his fingers found their way into me.

Two digits stretched me slowly at first, the sensation overwhelming in its newness.

"It's too late to stop this now. I'm sorry, my husband. I couldn't keep my chastity for you after your death. But... you should know... I'm drugged, and... haah... Haoran needs a father."

I let the words slip out without shame, feeling the heat of my confession and his touch wash over me, leaving nothing but a spiraling desire I couldn't stop.

"Sorry husband, sorry Haoran, mother is drugged, you know."

( End Of The Chapter)