anwhile, Mother Sarah was still showering in the bathroom. Hearing the water, Chris got excited - he was a grown man with desires!
But now was not the ti. Getting her pregnant before she was cured of her illness could pass it on to the child. He had to restrain himself until she was healed.
Soon Sarah finished showering and ca out wearing a bathrobe.
Chris imdiately walked over and embraced her, kissing those red lips fiercely and inhaling the milky scent of her bath gel.
Sarah blushed, feeling her son's fiery thickness even through the robe, leaving her breathless. "Ah, gentle!" she gasped.
Hearing that, Chris grasped her soft, plump bottom - that soft voice was criminal!
After kissing his mother thoroughly, Chris finally released Sarah.
"Mom, I'm going to take good care of you!"
Leaning into his embrace, Sarah breathed, "I believe you, just take it slow. It's been hard on you, hasn't it?"
Chris smiled and held her close. "It's okay, I'm used to it. I'll heal you first, the rest can wait."
Sarah was shyly dependent on her son after their ti together. He had grown into a handso, well-endowed man. She was a gentle woman and felt feminine in his arms - the perfect dutiful housewife.
If it weren't for his concerns, Chris would have already indulged his beastly desires.
...
At dinner ti, while Sarah was cooking, Chris tried his first magic - [Call of Delicacies] - to conjure up a delicious roast chicken!
The aroma caught Sarah's attention. "When did you get a whole roasted chicken?" It looked freshly cooked, not take-out, even on a plate.
"Just now, let's eat together. I'm going out tonight." Chris said, sitting in the living room.
"Be careful out there, those won aren't clean." Sarah said worriedly.
"I'm just going to make so money, don't worry. I'll cure you - then let you to serve forever!" Chris said in a domineering manner and kissed her red lips.
Sarah closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the intimacy, with a playful tone, "I'm looking forward to it～ I'll take care myself and get better quickly, so don't push yourself too much."
After dinner, Chris locked the door to his ho-it was a dangerous ti at night, the area was a ss, and he needed to be aware of his mother's safety.
Going out this ti is to make money, make a big one and then move to a safer place. Their life would be better and better! Chris believed in it so much and took action to make it happen.
...
Arriving at a bar, the man in charge of the place was a short, hawk-nosed white man with a hint of obsession visible in his eyes - The Penguin!
"Yo, Penguin!" Chris greeted him, tossing him a cigarette.
Oswald brandished a machete, "I told you not to call that! Or I'll kill you!"
Chris was unperturbed. "Just a reminder - you may be doing well, but you're still a pawn. I'm still a poor nobody, right?"
They clearly knew each other and had t before.
Oswald lowered the machete, reluctantly poured and handed him a drink, then took the cigarette, "What do you want?"
"Any job - killing, arson, anything. I need money!" Chris said seriously.
The Penguin thought, "So upstart gang is trying to take over my territory down south. Wipe them out, take the goods, and I'll pay well."
"Address?" Chris asked. "What'd they do anyway?"
"Selling drugs - you know I hate that! Smuggling and monopolies are okay but not drugs!" Oswald said indignantly.
"Got it. Paynt?" Chris blew smoke, eyed the bar girls, but thought of his mother.
"Fifty grand! I don't sell drugs, but I know who does." Oswald sneered.
"I don't care who you sell to. Pay and the job's done, short and you die!" Chris created a fla with his newly acquired sorcerer powers.
Oswald watched with interest, "Good trick, but small fire. Here's the address. And when you get there, please bring my mon a pizza and a bottle of wine, she's probably out of wine."
Despite everything, Oswald was a filial son, this was sothing Chris knew - it seed to be his only weakness.
The Cobblepot clan was large, and after Oswald's father died, the family was taken over by others. As for his mother, she, too, had been forced out of Gotham City and ca to New York to get a foothold.
"No problem, get the money ready and I'll be right back!" Chris smiled. Penguin's mother, Esther Cobblepot, was quite a beauty, with the air of an aristocratic lady. Though she had fallen and drank all day, she was still full of languid beauty.
After Chris left, Oswald continued to tinker with his business, planning to return to Gotham City and regain the position of Clan Elder for the Cobblepots. He would strangle all those who had mocked and oppressed them!
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