She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 475: Enemies’ Counterstrike

Robert and Tyler stepped out of the Grand Convocation Hall with tense expressions. The grand ceremony continued inside, but neither of them cared about it anymore. The moment they left the main building, they exchanged a quick glance and immediately began their search.

"Where the hell could they have gone?" Tyler muttered, his fists clenched.

They checked every possible place... first the nearby restrooms, then the quiet corridors, and even some empty classrooms. Their footsteps echoed as they moved faster, anxiety and suspicion growing with every empty room they found.

After almost fifteen minutes of fruitless searching, they reached a more secluded wing of the academy... the VIP private lounges area, usually reserved for important guests and faculty.

The hallway was quieter here. Dimmer lighting.

They were about to turn back when they heard it.

A faint, muffled moan.

Both boys froze instantly.

It was soft... feminine... and unmistakably filled with pleasure.

Robert and Tyler looked at each other, their eyes wide. Their hearts started racing wildly in their chests. A cold, dreadful feeling washed over them.

"Was that...?" Tyler whispered, voice barely audible.

Robert didn’t answer. He simply swallowed hard, his face pale. Another moan drifted through the corridor... longer this time, followed by a wet, rhythmic sound that neither of them wanted to identify.

Their minds were spinning with terrible possibilities.

Without a word, both of them slowly moved toward the source of the sound, hearts pounding so hard they could hear it in their ears.

Robert and Tyler crept closer to the private VIP lounge at the end of the secluded corridor. The sounds were becoming clearer with every step... soft, feminine moans that were now unmistakably loud and dripping with raw pleasure.

Their hearts hammered violently in their chests.

When they finally reached the door, they stopped dead in their tracks.

The door was slightly ajar... just enough for the lewd sounds to spill out into the hallway. A warm, golden light leaked through the narrow gap.

Another loud, shameless moan echoed from inside, followed by wet, rhythmic sucking sounds and a deep masculine groan.

Robert and Tyler looked at each other. Beads of cold sweat had formed on their foreheads. Their faces were pale, eyes wide with a mixture of dread, disbelief, and morbid curiosity.

For a few agonizing seconds, they simply stared at one another — a silent, heavy conversation passing between them.

’Do we really want to see this?’

’What if it’s really them?’

Tyler’s hands were shaking. Robert’s jaw was clenched so tightly it hurt. The internal battle was clear on both their faces.

Another loud, broken moan... this time sounding very much like one of their mothers... drifted through the crack in the door.

That finally made the decision for them.

Robert gave a small, reluctant nod. Tyler swallowed hard and stepped forward first. Together, they slowly leaned in toward the slightly open door, their hearts nearly exploding as they prepared to peek inside...

Robert leaned in closer, trying to get a better look through the narrow gap. His body was trembling with nerves. Just as he shifted his weight to see better, his foot slipped on the polished marble floor.

Bang!

The door swung open violently as Robert stumbled forward, nearly falling into the room.

"Oh shit!" Tyler cursed under his breath, but it was already too late.

The loud noise instantly alerted everyone inside.

The wet, sloppy sounds stopped abruptly.

For a split second, time seemed to freeze.

Robert and Tyler stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in horror as they took in the shocking scene before them.

In the center of the luxurious lounge, a beautiful woman in her early thirties was bent over in a deep doggy-style position on the sofa. Her smooth, sweat-glistened body was arched perfectly... ass up, back curved, face pressed sideways into the cushions. Her long hair partially covered half of her flushed face, but it was impossible to miss the pure ecstasy written across her features.

Beads of sweat rolled down her neck, back, and thick thighs, telling the full story of how hard she had just been fucked.

She was still panting heavily, her body trembling from the intense pleasure.

Behind her stood a boy their age, looking nervous and fearful, his hands awkwardly placed on her hips.

The woman, however, showed zero signs of embarrassment or fear. She slowly lifted her head, brushing her damp hair aside, and looked directly at Robert and Tyler with mischievous, lust-filled eyes.

"Hello there, boys," she said casually, her voice low and dripping with mischief. "It’s really rude to barge into someone’s private room like this..."

She gave her hips a small, teasing wiggle, still impaled on the boy behind her, and smiled.

"But since you’ve already come all the way here... why don’t you close the door behind you?"

Robert and Tyler stood paralyzed for a long second, their minds struggling to process the scene in front of them.

The woman’s mischievous smile and teasing words hung in the air. The young boy behind her looked mortified, his face turning bright red.

Robert and Tyler exchanged one single, horrified glance.

Without a word, both of them turned and ran.

They bolted out of the private lounge as fast as their legs could carry them. Behind them, they could hear the woman’s soft, amused giggling echoing down the hallway, clearly entertained by their panicked escape.

Only when they had turned the corner and put considerable distance between themselves and the room did they finally slow down, breathing heavily.

Tyler leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He looked at Robert with wide eyes.

"Isn’t she...?"

Robert nodded, still pale.

"Yeah... She is."

They both knew exactly who she was. One of the most famous (and infamous) professors in their college. Renowned for her beauty and intellect, but even more notorious for her habit of seducing and using handsome young male students to satisfy her needs.

A long, heavy silence fell between them.

Then, almost at the same time, both boys let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Thank God..." Tyler muttered, running a hand through his hair. "That wasn’t our mothers."

Robert closed his eyes for a moment, the tension draining from his shoulders.

"And that bastard wasn’t there either," he added quietly.

For the first time in the last hour, the crushing weight of suspicion finally lifted from their chests. The relief they felt earlier was gradually turning into awkward self-doubt.

Tyler was the first to speak, trying to shake off the lingering unease.

"...Maybe we were wrong all along," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Mom and Aunt Luciana probably just wanted some fresh air. They must have gone back inside already."

Robert stayed quiet for a few seconds, then nodded slowly, convincing himself as much as his friend.

"Yeah... We’re just thinking too weirdly. It doesn’t make any sense. Our mothers would never..."

He trailed off, then added with a weak, forced laugh:

"I mean... how can that bastard even do something like that? It’s impossible. We were just being paranoid. The stress of the ceremony must have gotten to us."

Tyler let out a nervous chuckle, nodding in agreement.

"Exactly. We saw one random slutty professor and suddenly imagined the worst. Mom and Aunt Regina are probably sitting inside right now, wondering where we disappeared to."

Both boys kept walking, repeating the comforting thoughts in their heads like a mantra. The more they talked, the more they convinced themselves that everything was fine.

Their mothers were safe.

Nothing inappropriate was happening.

They had simply overreacted.

As they walked back toward the Grand Hall, Tyler’s expression slowly shifted from relief to simmering anger.

"I get it now," he said, voice low and furious. "That bastard Alex was intentionally messing with us. He wanted us to run around like idiots searching for our mothers. We fell right into his stupid game."

Tyler clenched his fists, but then a sharp, dangerous smirk crept across his face.

He glanced at Robert, eyes gleaming with malice.

"But we’re not the only ones who can play dirty."

Robert met his gaze. A devilish smile slowly spread across both their faces as they shared the same twisted thought.

"We should get ready for our plan," Tyler continued. "She can call any minute now."

Robert nodded, his voice dripping with dark excitement.

"Yeah. She told me once she manages to slip away from Marcus, we’ll meet her right away."

He let out a low, vengeful laugh.

"I’ve been waiting for this moment for months... and we’ve finally got her right under our palm."

"We’ll show that bastard Alex exactly how eager his precious girlfriend is to spread her legs for us," Robert added. "That will be the perfect revenge for everything he’s put us through."

The two boys exchanged a final, conspiratorial look... their earlier panic completely replaced by cruel anticipation.

But then Robert’s expression faltered slightly. He spoke in a hesitant tone:

"But Tyler... what if Marcus finds out? He’s going to marry her. Won’t that be dangerous for us?"

Tyler paused for a moment, then smirked arrogantly, his eyes full of confidence.

"Huh? Dangerous?" He chuckled darkly. "They were dangerous... but not anymore. Haven’t you seen how boldly Catherine Blackwood is claiming her position as the heir? Don’t worry too much. We also have Sophia’s support behind us."

Robert considered his words for a second, then slowly nodded, the doubt fading from his face as a ruthless smile returned.