Villain: 10x Rewards Begins With The Protagonist's Mother

’Finally...!’ Natasha thought, wiping the sweat off her forehead after placing the towel in the basin.

She was finally done with the wiping. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She got up from the bed and walked toward the wardrobe.

’Now I just need to help him put his clothes on, and after that, I’m getting the hell out of here!’

Dante looked at her back with a grin, almost like he could read her thoughts. He knew she was desperate to escape, but it didn’t matter. He had already gotten what he wanted out of this.

’The way she sees me is changing in real time.’ He chuckled internally, feeling pretty pleased with himself. ’She’s finally starting to see me as a man first and her student second.’

Natasha came back to the bed with a pair of shirt and pants in her hands. She placed the pants on the table and unfolded the shirt.

"Lift your arms up." She said, keeping her tone as normal as possible. But she was pouring all of her focus into it. She wanted to get these clothes on him in an instant.

’I can do this! I already did this for all of my students when they were small.’

Dante did as he was told without saying a word. He raised both his arms slowly while panicking on the inside after seeing the fire in her eyes.

Before... he could even form a thought, Natasha had already put the shirt on him.

’What the...?’ Dante looked down, not bothering to hide the surprise on his face. When he raised his head, he saw Natasha holding the pants with the same fired up expression.

He couldn’t help getting nervous.

At the speed she was moving, if she even grazed his dick by accident, it would fold in half.

Just imagining it made him flinch.

The chances of it happening were low, but he wasn’t about to gamble with his little buddy on the line.

"Haha, Master, it’s fine. I can do this part on my own." Dante shook his head and reached his hand out to take the pants from her.

But Natasha wasn’t having it.

"You can’t even sit up straight properly. How are you going to do this by yourself?" She refused without a second thought, gripping the pants tighter.

"Master, seriously, I got it..."

"Just stay still."

Dante didn’t let go either, his hand still wrapped around the waistband. The two of them ended up in a weird tug of war over a pair of pants, neither one willing to back down.

"Dante, let go." Natasha said, narrowing her eyes.

"Master, please. Just trust me on this one." Dante said in a pleading tone.

Both of them gave one last hard pull at the same time. The pants jerked between them, and the towel covering his crotch slid right off from the movement.

Natasha’s eyes were instantly pulled toward the massive bulge in his boxers. His member was straining so hard against the fabric that even the veins were visible.

The thing she had been trying so hard to ignore was suddenly right in front of her, with nothing covering it anymore.

Her movements came to a sudden pause.

And... that was when everything went to shit.

Dante had already yanked the pants forward, and the force made Natasha lose her balance completely.

’Fuck!’ Dante cursed as he saw her body stagger and crash down onto him.

Her hands slammed down on his chest to catch herself. Her face stopped just inches from his.

And... the worst part of her body had landed right on top of the worst part of his.

His throbbing cock had slotted itself perfectly against her pussy, separated by nothing but flimsy layers of cloth.

Neither of them moved.

Natasha’s brain went completely blank.

She could feel his shape pressing right against her. It was hot, hard, and throbbing.

Dante was having it ten times worse.

He had felt her pussy crash down right onto his cock with full force, and his brain short-circuited on the spot.

Every throb pressed him harder against her.

Her face was frozen inches above his, those amber eyes wide and locked onto his own. Her lips were parted just enough for him to feel her breath on his mouth. A few strands of her hair had fallen forward and were brushing against his cheek.

A single second suddenly... felt like an hour.

"S-sorry!" Natasha snapped out of it first and pushed herself off him so fast she almost fell off the other side of the bed. She caught her balance just in time and turned her back to him.

"I’ll let you handle the pants! Take your time!" She said in a rushed voice without looking back.

Dante grabbed the pants with shaky hands and pulled them on as fast as possible.

"D-done, master!"

Natasha didn’t turn around right away.

She took a few seconds to collect herself before facing him again, her expression somehow back to normal even though her ears were bright red.

"Then take a rest. C-call me if you need anything." Natasha spoke, reaching the door before she even finished her words.

"Master..." Dante wanted to stop her, his hand reaching out.

But she had already walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.

Bam!

"....Damn it" Dante slapped his forehead with a helpless face. His head was already starting to hurt.

’Now how am I supposed to make her do the last task?’

But, as he recalled the scene from a few moments ago, he couldn’t help getting excited despite everything.

The way she had stared at him from inches away, the way her pussy had pressed against his cock, none of it was leaving his head anytime soon.

He had never been this hard in either of his lives.