The Pervert Immortal Young Master: Infinite Might in a New World

Raiden felt his heart hammer against his ribs, a war drum echoing in the confines of his chest. His eyes, like those of a hawk zeroing in on its prey, were locked on his aunt, Calista. The woman, a vision of breathtaking allure, radiated an intoxicating sensuality that both captivated and unnerved him. Her sheer black lace bra barely concealed the tempting curve of her breasts, while the matching panties left little to the imagination. Moonlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, caressing her form, creating a mesmerizing silhouette and shadows that danced with a seductive grace. Every curve, every line of her body was a masterpiece, a living, breathing work of art that ignited a wild, untamed fire within Raiden.

Saliva thickened in his throat, hot and dry. His desire burned like a newly lit bonfire, ready to consume everything in its path. His mind raced with a torrent of forbidden thoughts, picturing the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips, the touch of her. Yet, amidst the surging tide of raw lust, a shift occurred within him. The raw hunger in his eyes hardened into an icy calculation. His expression shifted from pure lust to one of intense focus, his gaze sharpened with an intensity that could cut glass.

"Aunt," he said, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that carried a subtle threat. "You know I'm no longer a naive child. I'm a man, with all the desires and hungers that come with it. Your body... it's a masterpiece. Every inch of you is a temptation, a siren's call. But if you keep flaunting your beauty like this, if you keep stoking this fire, I fear I won't be able to restrain myself." His words ended with a smirk, a complex mixture of desire, warning, and a hint of dangerous amusement.

Instead of fear or offense, Calista met his words with a seductive smile. It was a smile like a potent, intoxicating poison, radiating irresistible temptation. Her eyes sparkled, daring her nephew to take the plunge. "Why not, darling? Why resist?" she breathed, her voice a honeyed drug. "We are beyond the constraints of the ordinary. We are descendants of Transcendence-level sorcerers, with blood coursing with power and passion. The moral boundaries that bind lesser beings do not apply to us. We are free to follow our hearts, to embrace every sensation the world offers."

Their eyes met, locking in a gaze that was a tempest of longing and desire. Raiden's heart hammered even faster, its intoxicating rhythm echoing in the room. He felt a wave of heat wash over him, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. His lust surged, a primal force urging him to close the distance, to claim what his heart craved.

Calista reached for the chair behind her, her movements graceful and captivating. She slowly shifted the chair, creating a seductive rasp in the otherwise silent night. Then, with a mesmerizing motion, she settled into the seat, her legs extended at a provocative angle. The tantalizing view of her intimate area, barely concealed by the delicate black lace of her panties, became the focal point of Raiden's attention. Every curve, every movement she made was an erotic dance, a captivating spectacle.

With a slow, deliberate gesture, Calista licked the tip of her middle finger, as if savoring the moment, heightening the tension. Her crimson lips curved into a tempting smile, revealing her enjoyment of the game. Then, with a provocative caress, she began to stroke the vertical slit of her hidden pleasure, the movement a whisper of silk against skin.

"See, darling," she whispered, her voice a soft tremor, a seductive incantation. "My vagina is only for you. It awaits you, desires you, and will only ever belong to you. Yours to conquer, yours to possess, yours to savor." Her words were a potent drug, a devil's whisper that invaded Raiden's thoughts. Her finger continued its slow dance, caressing and teasing the already damp and inviting flesh, igniting sensations that defied description.

Her eyes narrowed, as a wave of pleasure began to ripple through her. The sensation intensified as she realized that her nephew, the man she craved, was witnessing her actions. She felt a surge of overwhelming lust, a burning desire, and an irresistible urge.

"If you dare," she continued, her voice barely audible, "if you are brave, take off those panties. Claim the prize that lies beneath. Feel the warmth and the pleasure that awaits you." Her provocation was a blazing inferno, consuming everything in its path. She wanted to see how far her nephew would go, how much desire burned within him.

Raiden took a deep breath, fighting to control the storm raging within him. He felt an inferno ignite in his loins, and the urge to touch her was almost unbearable. He lowered his head for a moment, gathering his strength and courage. The seconds stretched into an eternity, time seemingly frozen in place.

Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes blazing with resolve. His gaze was once again filled with a mischievous smirk, burning desire, and a firm conviction. He felt a surge of power within him, a force that propelled him to take the next step.

He stood up from the side of the bed, his muscles tensing with arousal. He looked at his aunt with a gaze brimming with passion and determination.

"You won't escape me, Aunt," he hissed, his voice hoarse, filled with a burning resolve. He felt like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. Then, with a confident and daring movement, he reached for his boxer shorts and removed them, revealing his own manhood, fully erect and throbbing with desire, ready to fulfill his lust.

"Hoho," Calista's laughter echoed through the room, laced with seduction, satisfaction, and a hint of pride. She was delighted to see how her nephew was responding to her challenge. "Look who's talking. My naughty nephew seems to have a very hard problem down there. Are you ready to claim your prize, darling?" She gazed at Raiden with a mixture of seduction and anticipation, waiting for the next move in their dangerous game.

Raiden brushed aside the intoxicating allure, his mind laser-focused on a single goal: to satiate the burning desire within him, and within his aunt. His hand reached out, claiming Calista's form. He lifted her with a graceful motion, cradling her as a prince might his dream maiden, disregarding all the norms and boundaries that had shackled them for so long.

This special treatment warmed Calista's heart, igniting a wave of tumultuous sensations within her. Her gaze shifted to Raiden, her eyes radiating a newfound light, a blend of longing, fear, and indescribable pleasure. Her gentle right hand caressed her nephew's cheek with affection, her fingers tracing the contours of the face that had long been her obsession.

After laying his aunt on the plush mattress, Raiden quickly adjusted his position. He was directly above Calista, his body looming, yet careful not to exert excessive pressure on her. His eyes never left Calista's face, observing every expression, every change that played across her beautiful features.

"How could I possibly skip the main course?" Raiden whispered, his voice low yet laden with burning passion. He let his breath sweep across Calista's face, savoring her soft, fragrant skin. His gaze then delved into his aunt's exquisite amethyst eyes, a lake reflecting the same desire. His eyes then drifted down to the curves of Calista's plump, alluring breasts, a sight that had long haunted his dreams. "To miss such a delicious appetizer, like these big, bouncy boobs is a grave mistake, Aunt." He continued, his fingers squeezing Calista's right breast firmly, feeling its soft, yielding texture beneath his touch.

"Angghhh..." Calista moaned mischievously, her sensual tone echoing in the air, shattering the room's silence. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a haze of lust clouding her vision, blurring the world around her. The touch of her own nephew truly intoxicated her, triggering reactions she had never anticipated. Damn, I've never felt such intense lust just from a squeeze on my breasts, she thought, annoyed and captivated at the same time, feeling warm liquid begin to moisten the folds of her twitching vagina. She bit her lower lip, trying to restrain the moans that were increasingly urging to escape.

Raiden skillfully reached for the bra clasp on Calista's back, his fingers moving nimbly. Calista herself, as if carried away by the same current of lust, lifted her body slightly to facilitate her nephew's access. An unspoken gesture, a burning consent.

Without hesitation, Calista released her own bra as soon as the clasp came undone. The thin fabric fell away, revealing a pair of full-volume, plump breasts, the most beautiful Raiden had ever seen, a perfect work of art. Calista's smooth, white chest, with its seductive curves, reflected the dim light from the bedside lamp.

The pink nipples adorning the peaks of the breasts appeared hardened and erect, the effect of the simple stimulation from her nephew. They were challenging, teasing, as if inviting Raiden to taste them.

"Look at these beautiful breasts, aren't they too tempting, Aunt?" Raiden smiled wickedly, his smile radiating pride and irresistible desire. He leaned down, bringing his face close to Calista's cleavage, savoring the intoxicating scent of her body. Then, his fingers gently twisted Calista's right nipple, providing stimulation that further ignited their passion.

"Anggh---but you like it, don't you, Darling?" Calista moaned mischievously, her voice hoarse and full of passion. Her face radiated the aura of a female in the throes of lust, her eyes sparkling. She reached for Raiden's nape, pulling him closer, as if wanting to unite their bodies completely. She no longer cared about boundaries, about consequences, all that existed was the burning desire and the longing to feel her nephew more deeply.