[R–18] [Bonus Chapter] 20: Chapter 20 — A Dominant Grandma.
[R–18] [Bonus Chapter] Seeing her feelings laid bare before me made my heart blossom with warmth and my eyes tear up.
I felt butterflies in my stomach and my heart flutter for her.
Ah, I was falling deeper and deeper in love with this adorable woman.
In that moment, he was reminded once again of how deeply his family cared for him.
No cultivation technique.
No heavenly treasure.
No supreme inheritance.
None of them could compare to the unconditional love and concern his mother and grandmother had always shown him.
Before he could respond, another voice sounded from beside him.
“And if something does happen to you,” Ophis said coldly, “I’m destroying whoever is responsible.” The room suddenly felt several degrees colder.
Her obsidian eyes narrowed slightly.
“And not just them.” “Everything even remotely related to them.” Only after saying those terrifying words did she calmly take a sip of her tea.
“Then I’ll resurrect you.” “And after that, you’ll receive the scolding of your life.” The matter-of-fact way she said it somehow made it even more frightening.
Zephyr shuddered.
A helpless smile appeared on his face.
There it was.
His grandmother’s unique way of showing affection.
Most grandmothers baked cookies.
Ophis threatened to erase bloodlines from existence.
It was oddly comforting.
In a terrifying sort of way.
Looking at the two women before him, Zephyr felt his heart grow lighter.
“I understand.” His voice was soft but resolute.
“I promise I won’t take unnecessary risks.” “I’ll come back.” The moment he said those words, both Tiamat and Ophis visibly relaxed.
Their faith in him remained unchanged.
And his determination to succeed had only grown stronger.
This trial was no longer just about cultivation.
It was about proving that the trust they had placed in him was not misplaced.
He would make them proud.
….
And her scolding me was draining my balls of all my cum until I was left a twitching mess with a cock so sensitive that just a light caress would make me tremble and send shivers down my body.
Still, remembering her punishments always tempts me to be mischievous, to make her give me the same punishment again.
Though I endure this through sheer will power.
My Dao heart is not so weak to give in to these temptations.
Hmph, these depraved, filthy…
*pleasurable* acts can’t move me.
De-definitely…!!
The memory of her punishments alone is enough to make my cock twitch with anticipation.
The way she’d drain me dry, leaving me a quivering, overstimulated mess…
it’s a punishment I find myself craving more and more.
And so the conversation gradually shifted away from cultivation and trials.
The three of them spent the next few hours simply talking about various things.
Some topics were serious.
Others were completely random.
At one point, they told him about ancient cultivation techniques.
At another, they found themselves laughing about an incident that had happened centuries ago during one of Tiamat’s adventures.
Zephyr listened attentively, occasionally asking questions whenever his curiosity was piqued.
Spending time with his mother and grandmother was one of the things he cherished most in his daily life.
There was never a dull moment when he was with them.
Whether it was listening to Ophis recount stories of traveling through countless Realms or hearing Tiamat speak about her adventures, battles, and discoveries, he always found himself completely engrossed.
Their experiences spanned millions of years.
The tales they shared contained enough wonder and excitement to fill entire libraries.
Some stories were grand epics involving ancient wars and forgotten civilizations.
Others were surprisingly mundane and humorous.
Yet every single one fascinated him.
These moments were among Zephyr’s favorite parts of the day.
Not because of the knowledge he gained.
Not because of the insights into cultivation.
But because they allowed him to spend time with the people he loved most.
For all the treasures in the universe, all the cultivation techniques, and all the power one could obtain, there were few things Zephyr valued more than simply sitting together with his family and sharing a conversation.
Those quiet moments of happiness had become some of his most precious memories.
And with his departure drawing ever closer, he found himself appreciating them more than ever before…
The memory of her punishments alone is enough to make my cock twitch with anticipation.
I was punished for Not resting properly and going at it practicing Alchemy Nonstop and Spending days in the Library without resting for a moment.
So at last Grandma snapped and…
The way she’d drain me dry, leaving me a quivering, overstimulated mess…
it’s a punishment I find myself craving more and more.
It started with that look in her eyes—that dangerous glint that tells me I’ve crossed a line.
She’d had me strip and kneel before her, my already hard cock bobbing in anticipation of what’s to come.
Her hands would be firm but gentle as she tied my wrists behind my back, leaving me completely at her mercy.
“Naughty boys need to be taught a lesson,” she’d whisper, her breath hot against my ear as she circled me like a predator stalking its prey.
“And I’m going to enjoy teaching you.” Her punishments always began with teasing—relentless, maddening teasing.
She’d run her fingernails lightly up my inner thighs, so close to where I wanted her to touch but never quite there.
She’d lean in, her breasts brushing against my back, her nipples hard points against my skin as she whispered filth in my ear.
“Look at you, so desperate for Grandma’s touch.
Your cock is dripping already, and I haven’t even done anything yet.
Such a filthy, depraved boy, getting hard from the thought of being punished.” Then she’d start in earnest, her hands wrapping around my shaft, stroking me with just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild but not enough to let me cum.
Her touch was a masterful contradiction—firm enough to feel like an unbreakable grip, yet her fingers danced with a feather-light grace that made my entire body tense.
She’d vary her technique with an artist’s precision; fast, pumping strokes that made my balls ache, followed by agonizingly slow, twisting motions that coiled the pleasure tighter and tighter in my groin.
Her thumb would press and rub against my frenulum in small, maddening circles, right on that spot that made my vision blur and my hips buck uncontrollably, until I was writhing and begging for release.
“Please, Grandma…
let me cum…
I’ll be good, I promise…” My voice would be a wrecked, desperate thing, each word ragged with need.
But she’d just shake her head, a cruel, beautiful smile playing on her lips.
“Oh no, my dear boy.
Bad boys don’t get to cum until I say so.
And you’ve been very, very bad.” Her voice was a silken purr, but her eyes held the promise of exquisite torment.
She loved this.
She loved seeing me, her powerful grandson, reduced to a pleading, twitching mess at her fingertips.
She’d keep me on the edge for what felt like hours, bringing me to the brink again and again, only to deny me each time.
My cock would be twitching violently, a constant stream of clear precum leaking from the tip, tracing paths down my shaft and over her fingers.
My balls would be drawn up tight, aching with a profound, desperate need to release.
She’d watch my face intently, her own expression a mixture of stern concentration and dark amusement, learning every tell, every twitch, every gasp that signaled I was about to fall over the precipice.
And each time, just as the first wave of orgasm began to crest, she would stop.
Her hand would still, or she’d release me entirely, leaving me thrusting into empty air, my body screaming in denial.
The pleasure would curdle into a sweet, agonizing frustration that only made me want it more.
By the time she finally allowed me to cum, I’d be a trembling, whimpering mess, my mind completely blank, overwhelmed by the sensations.
Tears of desperation would be tracking down my temples, my body slick with a sheen of sweat.
She’d lean in close, her breath fanning across my ear.
“Alright, my naughty boy.
Cum for me.
Show Grandma how much you’ve learned your lesson.” And with that permission, her hand would move again, fast and relentless.
When I finally came, it was explosive—a violent, full-body seizure of pleasure.
Rope after rope of thick, white semen would shoot from my cock, painting her hands, my stomach, and the floor in obscene streaks.
It felt like she was pulling my soul out through my dick, draining every last drop of my essence.
She’d milk me dry, continuing to stroke me through my orgasm and beyond, her grip firm and unyielding as I thrashed beneath her, until I was oversensitive and screaming for her to stop.
But she wouldn’t stop—not until I was completely drained, until my cock was limp and twitching pathetically in her grip, until the very thought of another orgasm was a form of torture.
Only then would she untie me, pull my trembling body into her arms, and hold me as I shook, whispering praises in my ear.
“Such a good boy, taking your punishment so well.
Grandma is so proud of you.” ….