The Book of Power

After drinking for who knows how long, when her head started spinning and the room tilted, a man suddenly appeared beside her.

In his late thirties, dressed in a tight shirt that showed off his gym body, with blonde hair and a groomed face, he leered openly at her hot, alluring figure.

"You... you are... who are you..."

She turned her head slowly, eyes glazed, expression languid and unfocused, words slurring as she spoke, clearly far too drunk.

"Hey beauty, drinking alone is boring. How about I keep you company?"

Seeing her drunken state, the man smiled, eyes dropping shamelessly to her massive tits that strained against the neckline of her dress, threatening to spill out as a lustful glint flashed in his narrow eyes.

Holy fuck... those tits are massive.

He stared, eyes locked on her massive tits straining against the dress, creamy cleavage spilling out like a fucking invitation to bury his face between them. 

Just the thought of shoving his face into that soft, heavy valley, burying his nose between those massive milf tits and sucking those fat, dark nipples until they swelled up hard and leaked little beads of sweat and spit, making her moan like a desperate, cock-starved whore while he groped and squeezed every overflowing inch of those perfect, jiggling udders, made his cock throb painfully against his zipper, already leaking pre-cum into his pants.

And it wasn’t just her tits that had him rock-hard and aching… every fucking part of her screamed raw, dripping sex.

He'd been watching her since she walked in... this absolute stunner of a woman, with legs wrapped in black stockings, curvy, busty, and ready to mate.

He’d fucked plenty of women in his long, sleazy life, pounded countless cunts in the dark corners of LA bars, but none made his cock throb so painfully.

This was a certified, grade-A milf… a woman married for years, probably with a son or daughter old enough to be in college, yet she didn’t look old at all. 

She looked like a ripe, juicy peach — skin smooth and glowing, body full and lush, curves begging to be claimed, fucked, used.

He could already sniff the hot, wet musky scent of her cunt...

The eager, thirsty scent of a lonely, neglected milf cunt, desperate for a hard cock to stretch and fill it.

A pussy that hadn’t been properly fucked in a while, swollen and dripping, aching for someone to ram inside and pound the emptiness out of her.

So, when he saw no one with her, the man knew it was his chance.

Especially in her tipsy state, it was really his lucky day.

"Hey beautiful, wanna have a drink with me?"

"You... you go away... I don't want you... stay away..." Her face was flushed crimson as she weakly pushed at his chest, but being drunk she had no strength, so instead of pushing him away, she collapsed into his arms, her massive tits pressing against him.

Feeling her soft, full body mold to his, the man wasted no time. 

His hands slid to her slender waist, then lower, groping her thick soft ass through the dress, squeezing hard while he took a deep sniff of her neck, inhaling her perfume mixed with the scent of her aroused skin.

"Beautiful lady, you smell so fucking good... How about we go somewhere private and have some real fun?"

"You... get away... let go..."

Sera was startled. 

Her remaining consciousness screamed that this was a pervert, but her mind was spinning, body limp and powerless. 

Her struggles were weak, her tits rubbing against him with every push — it looked like she was teasing him, playing hard to get.

As for no one paying attention...

Although she was an absolute fucking stunner of a milf, the kind men drooled over, ached to pound senseless; everyone else in the club was too busy drinking, dancing, grinding on strangers to notice the lonely beauty in the corner.

Those who had been staring at her gorgeous face, tits and ass earlier saw a man approach and didn't intervene..

Especially when the guy looked like the type to not mess with.

Well, a typical LA nightclub scene, mind your own business.

A pity that such a sexy milf would get pounded by such a scoundrel.

So he got bold.

After all, normally this kind of harassment would get him thrown out by security or arrested. 

But now, with her drunk and alone, he was willing to risk it to fuck a vixen like her.

"Beauty, you look so lonely... Wanna go somewhere fun? I guarantee you'll feel amazing... I'll make you scream."

After saying that, the man chuckled, stood up with his arm tight around her waist, dragging her toward the exit.

"Go away... I don't want... let go... help..."

Sera weakly pushed and hit at him, trying to break free, but her calls were slurred and soft... until they finally reached someone.

.

.

.

"Who the fuck are you? Let go of my girlfriend right now!"

Just as she was panicking, a fierce shout cut through the music and a young man suddenly blocked the creep's path, his eyes coldly staring at the man.

It was Max.

After some fun with his stepmom and aunt, he came out for a walk, only to spot a familiar figure heading into one of LA's seedier downtown bars.

'Aunt Sera.'

It was that guy Ethan's mom.

Such a fucking sexy milf.

But...why was she going to a place like this alone... this late at night?

To be honest, he didn't like the place where she was going.

With too many creeps, too much booze, too little security in the dark corners.

Looking at her, Max suddenly remembered her bastard son, who lusted after his stepmom and even tried to hit on her...

To think that little fucker dared to ask him to have his stepmom for one time, no amount of lesson was enough.

He had already placed his mother as a next target and was waiting for a perfect opportunity.

Wasn't this a god-given opportunity?

Thinking about it, he immediately followed her in.

He didn't drink much, so he found a shadowed seat in the back and watched, to see what she wanted to do.

When he saw a man sit down next to her, he thought she might be having a rendezvous with a man outside...cheating behind her husband's back.

But immediately after, he knew something was wrong. 

Seeing her constantly refusing and pushing the man, even when she was drunk, he became even more certain that she didn't know him and that this bastard was most likely a pervert, trying to harass her.

So, when the bastard started groping her and dragging her toward the exit, Max didn't even think twice and moved over.

"Hey kid, this is your girlfriend?"

The man was visibly startled, not expecting anyone to step in. 

He looked Max up and down, looking at his handsome face, and well built body and the annoyed expression on his face, froze, as he spoke.

"The heck... boy, don't lie. She came here alone. If you were her boyfriend, why weren't you with her when she walked in?"

Seeing the young man, his first thought was that this handsome guy had also set his sights on the beautiful woman and wanted to snatch her away.

Although plenty of young men had a thing for older women, milfs, and judging by his looks alone, a face that could make any man jealous, it wasn’t impossible that he managed to hook her up...

But..

After all, he had been watching her for a long time and hadn’t seen any companion.

Now this guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, claiming she was his girlfriend.

How was that possible?

Seeing the fucker, Max didn’t bother explaining.

He didn’t care whether the guy believed him or not.

"I said let go, or I’ll throw you out myself."

His voice was cold, his body coiled like he was seconds away from violence.

Although he wasn’t some violent gangster, he had trained in martial arts.

And even if he hadn't...with his current physique, a random punch was enough to kill a man.

Not to mention, this middle-aged guy.

The bar’s security was useless.

They only bothered to intervene if things got too loud.

So, if this guy wasn’t sensible, 

Max didn’t mind knocking some sense into him.

As for charges… first of all, he was dealing with a creep harassing a woman.

Second… he still had hypnosis.

Even if he knocked this guy half-dead, he could simply hypnotize him into believing he’d fallen into a pit.

But since they were in a bar full of people, that would require mass hypnosis, and unfortunately, that wasn’t possible for now.

He had already tested the maximum amount of people he could control and the current limit was 15. 

The people here were more than that.

That was why he wanted to avoid violence as much as he could.

Max's emotion-filled words, combined with his cold expression and powerful physique, made the man tremble slightly as he spoke.

"Ok… ok…"

Although he was extremely unwilling to let go of such a perfect, busty beauty, his cock aching to pound her senseless, looking at the young man in front of him, he knew he might not be able to take her away.

He didn’t want to resort to violence. 

Even if he was confident he could beat this boy, it would alert security, and things wouldn’t end well for him, especially since he was the one harassing a woman.

So no matter how unwilling he was, he could only leave, swallowing his bitterness.

Alas!

At that moment…

"Ethan… Ethan? You’re here… save me…"

Sera, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, looked at the young man who had stepped forward like a hero, barely making him out as her son, as she weakly reached for help.

Ethan?

'Did she just mistake me for that bastard?'

Aside from the fact that they were both men, was there any similarity between them?

Oh maybe soon even that similarity would disappear after all, he had sent that guy on a new path.

Never mind. He didn’t want to argue with a drunk woman.

Letting her mistake him would only make things easier.

"I said let go of her."

Seeing that the man still had his arms wrapped around her, even squeezing her ass, Max spoke, then stepped forward, snatching the sexy milf from the man’s arms.

He wrapped a strong arm around her waist to steady her, pulling her soft, curvy body against his side.

"Now get lost."

"I-I’m going… I’m going…"

Damn it…

So unwilling.

Looking at the delicious meat that had just slipped from his mouth, the man felt bitter and could only leave in disappointment.

Still, such a fuckable beauty, that mature, gorgeous face… those massive tits… those long, stocking-clad legs… that soft, slutty ass, which left a lingering feeling in his palms..ahh ..

He didn’t want to give up on her.

This was the most fuckable woman he had ever seen in his life.

He wanted to have this woman no matter what.

Judging by the fact that they hadn’t come together, their relationship probably wasn’t solid.

'I’ll search for her. Such a sexy beauty, with my connections, it should be easy to find her. And when you’re not around… I’ll make her my personal bitch.'

He shot one last look at the pair and turned to leave.

But…

"Wait.."

The sudden shout stopped him in his tracks.

He turned around, locking eyes with the young man,

And as he did, his vision blurred.

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.

.

Looking at the man, Max spoke in a calm voice, like a trusted friend giving wise advice.

"You’re forty-eight years old… jobless… no wife… no girlfriend… no real life. You’ve spent years chasing women who never wanted you, jerking off alone to fantasies you’ll never touch. Your cock… it’s useless now isn't it?"

"My cock is useless.."

The man murmured blankly, eyes dazed as he continued.

"Yeah, it hasn’t gotten hard in years, you feel it every time you try. Your friends joke about it, laugh behind your back. It makes you ashamed. Angry. And in the end, you just can’t take it anymore…"

"Yeah..."

"So why don't you remove it?"

"Remove it?"

The man’s face slackened, eyes glazing over, burrowing into his thoughts.

"Right, why didn't you cut it away, remove the thing that brings you nothing but shame."

Hearing his words, the man nodded but then became confused.

"You're right ...I should..but.."

"But what?..Why are you still hesitating? Do you want to keep living like this—enduring insults, jokes, humiliation? Carrying around something useless that does nothing but remind you how pathetic you are?"

"No..I don't want it.."

The words burst from him, as Max spoke.

"So, why keep it? Wouldn’t it be better… easier… to just get rid of it? Cut it off. Be done with it. No more urges. No more disappointment. No more chasing women who laugh at you, or friends who mock you...Just peace and relief."

"Peace..." The creep blinked, 

"You're right. I'm going to cut away my shame." Making a decision, then turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd like a ghost.

Max watched him go away with a emotionless look on his face, then looked down at the beauty in his arms...flushed, drunk, her tits heaving with every breath, her dress riding up her thighs, stockings slightly torn from the struggle.

Looking at such an intoxicating beauty, there was no way any man could resist her, much less a creep like that.

Max had already seen the lust hidden in that man’s eyes.

He knew that guy would not stop until he got her.

After all, such a fine milf was hard to come by.

Even in her forties, her skin was well cared for, smooth and full of life. 

Her face remained gorgeous, untouched by wrinkles, her tits large and natural, her ass soft and inviting. 

An intoxicating milf like her was bound to draw attention...with countless men wanting to fuck her, to claim her for themselves.

He couldn’t control the gazes she attracted, nor could he stop others from harboring filthy fantasies about her. 

Desire was inevitable.

But fantasies were just that—fantasies.

There was no way he would ever allow someone who still harbored filthy thoughts about the woman he had set his eyes on...and had even acted on them to walk away.

From the moment he saw her, he had already decided—

She was his.

As for whether that guy would really cut off his cock...well, Max had already tasted his hypnosis a couple of times, so. 

He knew exactly how terrifyingly effective it was.

As long as his mental power was strong enough, he could bend anyone’s thoughts, twist their reasoning, and guide them toward whatever conclusion he wanted. 

Once the suggestion took root, no one could stop it...not even him.

As for how to increase his mental power even further...

He looked down at the woman, still clinging weakly to him, mumbling "Baby..." under her breath.

"Come on, beautiful… let's get you out of here."

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