CHAPTER 83: REALISTIC DREAM

The current Mina no longer has the domineering confidence of a sales manager, clearly resembling an inexperienced underage girl, filled with curiosity about the fresh things of the world.

Mina was never a woman who knew how to please men, but Jake was an exception. For this reason, she often climbed over the firewall to watch tutorials on YouTube.

Foreign countries were truly open. The videos on YouTube almost provided a one-stop service.

From introductions to male genitalia, including not only the international average length of the penis, glans size, scrotum, testicles, perianal area, and other detailed explanations, but also techniques for oral sex, foot jobs, titty fucking, and a series of other strange skills that made her blush.

It could be said that almost all of Mina’s knowledge came from the internet. She had never even seen a real man’s dick, but she was also a woman who refused to admit defeat. If she didn’t understand something, she could learn it. For this purpose, she even imitated YouTube videos, using a cucumber and two medium-sized oranges tied together to simulate the experience.

But when she finally touched a real, genuine male penis, Mina was utterly shocked.

It was too big, too hard. The videos clearly said that before a man got erect, it would be soft and floppy, but just now...

Mina’s thoughts were in chaos.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the sleeping Jake was trapped in a forbidden, debauched, and lustful wet dream.

In the dream, Jake had already fulfilled his mother-in-law’s six-month agreement and married Mia as the Astoria family’s live-in son-in-law.

But the good times didn’t last long. Shortly after Jake moved in, his mother-in-law and father-in-law revealed their true intentions. His father-in-law only admired Jake as a means to find a capable assistant for his good-for-nothing, pleasure-seeking son, exploiting Jake’s abilities to help his son inherit and manage the Shigella company in the future.

His mother-in-law, on the other hand, looked down on Jake from the bottom of her heart. Allowing Jake to marry into the Astoria family was merely a temporary measure to appease her daughter’s emotions. She deliberately arranged for insiders at the company to suppress and frame Jake, gradually eroding Mia’s trust in him.

And Jake had completely fallen into his in-laws’ trap. All the achievements he made at Shigella were credited to his brother-in-law, while he was stripped of all authority, confined to the Astoria family villa like a walking corpse, serving their family.

But he refused to accept it. The girlfriend he trusted had distanced herself from him, and the life he yearned for had turned into an empty bubble.

He hated, he loathed. Finally, one day, his pool of resentment was filled with the desire for revenge. Taking advantage of a day when his father-in-law was out on an appointment and his wife was late returning from a birthday celebration with her girlfriends, he stormed into the study—the gateway to hell—with bloodshot eyes, carrying endless vengeance.

At this moment, his mother-in-law had not yet changed out of her work attire. She sat at the desk, reviewing company documents, wearing a black blazer, a white blouse, a matching tight pencil skirt, black pantyhose covering her thighs, and a pair of black pointed-toe stilettos.

The stern and authoritative CEO outfit, paired with a pure black mysterious and forbidding style, her rare F-cup massive breasts, her perfect S-curve figure, her exaggerated yet perfectly proportioned golden-ratio hips, her height of 1.75 meters (nearly 1.85 meters in heels)—an intimidating height that made the vast majority of men shrink back in fear.

Thinking back to how his mother-in-law had coldly dismissed Jake back then, her arrogant and aloof expression, her icy gaze that could freeze Jake in an instant...

Jake had bottled up a bellyful of grievances with nowhere to vent.

He kicked open the door as if it were nothing. His mother-in-law’s sexy and alluring eyes were filled with disdain and disgust, her icy tone dripping with haughty contempt: "Who let a useless piece of trash like you in here? How dare you kick the door? Do you have a death wish?"

"Fucking bitch, still acting high and mighty with me? All the anger I’ve endured, all the suffering I’ve gone through, all the injustice I’ve faced—I’m going to take it all out on you today!" Jake was unrestrained, spewing vulgarities, his face twisted with a lewd grin and the thrill of vengeance.

"How dare you! I’m the CEO of Shigella! Get out now, and I might consider sparing you." His mother-in-law still hadn’t realized her predicament, remaining as cold and proud as ever.

"Bullshit! There’s no one else in this villa except you and me. Today, there’s no escape for you!" Jake snarled, advancing step by step toward his mother-in-law.

After calling out "Husband, Mia" several times with no response, Yana finally realized something was terribly wrong.

But it was already too late. Jake had worked out relentlessly for this very moment. Even though the study door was wide open and Yana was only three or four meters away from the exit, it felt like an insurmountable cliff, a vast chasm that left Yana panicked and uneasy.

Her mouth still spouting threats, her massive breasts trembling violently with her inner fear, the once-invincible CEO was finally about to pay the price for her mistakes.

"Jake, don’t come any closer, I’m your mother-in-law! What are you trying to do?" Yana’s cold, stern face lost all color, leaving only her expensive lipstick-coated lips retaining their original bright and vivid hue.

This only fueled Jake’s overwhelming animalistic desire. Today, he would pin his mother-in-law beneath him and fuck her mercilessly, making this exquisite beauty who had once toyed with him pay a painful physical price.

"Jake, please, don’t!" Yana’s pitiful voice had long lost its usual composure and dignity. Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, she crossed her slender arms in front of her chest in a defensive posture.

But it was all futile.

Jake’s cock had been starving for this moment. He rushed to his mother-in-law, forcibly dragging her to the desk.

Yana struggled, screamed, her high heels frantically tapping against the floor, emitting a series of helpless "click click click" sounds. But none of this was enough to free her from the tiger’s jaws. The villa construction she had personally supervised was of impeccable quality—no one would hear her even if she screamed her lungs out. Physically, how could a weak woman like her be a match for Jake?

Gradually, Yana’s screams weakened, replaced by soft sobs, her hands still flailing as if begging for help.

Jake ignored it all, pressing his mother-in-law down on the desk, letting her delicate hands slap and push against his chest.

"Jake, please, let me go..."

Jake remained unmoved and forcefully pulled his mother-in-law’s black tight-fitting bodycon dress down to her waist.

"Don’t, Jake, no, Jake, please..." Yana’s legs were pinned down by Jake, leaving her unable to move. Her only hope was to try to persuade him.

But Jake’s actions grew rougher. Yana lay flat on the desk, completely exposed. The black stockings and panties that protected her private parts were torn open in an instant.

She could even feel a terrifying heat at the entrance of her pussy, ready to invade.

"Jake, please let me go, okay? Think about Mia. I won’t treat you like this anymore. I’ll give you a position, power, mo..."

The last word, "money," was drowned out by Yana’s almost despairing, villa-shaking moan as she was penetrated by her son-in-law’s cock.

"Money... ah... no..."

"Jake, you bastard, beast, inhuman scum." The dignified and elegant CEO mother-in-law actually cursed.

But to Jake, none of that mattered anymore.

The extreme tightness of his mother-in-law’s pussy made Jake doubt whether she had ever given birth.

However, the warm, wet sensation inside her vagina instantly made his blood boil.

He thrust his cock violently, showing no mercy, while verbally berating his mother-in-law: "Oh, CEO, your pussy is so wet. Were you waiting for your son-in-law’s dick all along?"

"Ah... mmm... bastard... no..."

"Haha, where’s your arrogance now? Where’s your CEO authority? You’re still getting fucked until you’re dripping wet."

"No... oh... I’m not... stop... it hurts..."

"Slap slap slap slap slap slap..." Jake had no technique, like a mindless engine, rapidly pumping his hips, ruthlessly thrusting into his mother-in-law’s virgin-like pussy.

"Oh... Mother-in-law... you’re so tight..."

"Ah... it hurts... be gentle... I’m your mother... how dare you..."

"Heh, so you remember you’re my mother? Is this how a mother treats her son?"

Jake, furious, lifted his mother-in-law’s stocking-clad legs and spread them as wide as possible, continuing to pound her without pause. He pressed her: "Say it, why aren’t you talking anymore? Am I still your son?"