Chapter 433: Mother Complex

The moment the tool was activated, Luis entered a wondrous and delicate state.

He could see himself sitting in the chair from mid-air, and what felt even more incredible was the sensation of not being separated from his own physical body.

When he instinctively wanted to look up, the self below lifted its head and gazed in this direction; when he instinctively wanted to smile, a smile appeared, and he chatted for a moment with Nina beside him.

The sensation was akin to swimming, though the hands and feet are different organs, they both belong to oneself, cooperating with a subconscious harmony, existing separately yet without conflict.

It was as if this avatar and his true self shared a connection, somewhat like being controlled by the brain.

Without needing deliberate control, his true self remained seated there with its own consciousness, its own will and expressions, not at all like a puppet or a mindless walking corpse.

Even if Luis subconsciously tried to exert control, his body would follow his thoughts and act accordingly.

The feeling was utterly magical. Confident that his true self was conscious and could handle things smoothly, Luis focused his mind, and instantly, the scene blurred.

Taking on a god-like perspective, he arrived at Lounge One. The door to the lounge was locked from the inside.

The decor of the room was extravagantly luxurious. Besides the changing area and closets, the most prominent feature was the spacious, opulent Italian leather sofa at the center.

Frankly speaking, it was large enough to serve as a bed. Luis had little interest in examining the rest of the furnishings.

The curtains in the lounge were already drawn, ensuring complete privacy. As soon as he entered, he was met with an intensely sensual and alluring scene.

"Don’t... don’t tear this dress, I love this one the most!!"

"It’s not like I can’t afford to replace it, I’ll buy you several new ones..."

"But then how would I get back..."

On the long sofa, a lustful couple was already entangled. Despite his youth, David was every bit the lust-driven fiend, his eyes now gleaming with a hungry green light as he licked his lips.

Beneath him was Deewa, her clothes in disarray and her meticulously styled hair tousled, the slut looked even more seductive with her hair cascading down.

A master manipulator and top-tier green tea bitch, she clutched her clothes and pleaded with a pitiable look, "Baby, can we wait until tonight? I’d be too embarrassed here."

"Bullshit, here is where it’s thrilling."

David, red-eyed and panting, growled, "Don’t stall me. I’m in no mood to waste any more time. If you keep resisting, I’ll tie you up."

"Baby, please don’t, I’m scared."

Deewa gazed at him with a pitiful expression.

But David was utterly unmoved. He suddenly grabbed her chin, his eyes fierce and menacing, and said, "Don’t take me for a fool. I’ve spent thirty thousand dollars on you and haven’t even touched a hair. Do you really think I’m some kind of sucker?"

This sudden display of viciousness genuinely frightened Deewa. She hadn’t expected the young David to turn so ferocious.

David sneered coldly, "I’ve been patient with you. If it were anyone else, they’d have been tied up and violated in every hole by now."

No matter how experienced David might be, he was still a young man just past adulthood. Deewa, though initially panicked, was shrewd. After a brief moment of alarm, she adjusted her attitude.

Giggling softly, she gently pushed his hand away and said, "Why have you been so patient with me, holding back for months? Is it because I look so much like your mother?"

"Exactly!!"

David’s face suddenly twisted with excitement, and he panted heavily, "That’s why I’ve been patient. With any other woman, I wouldn’t last ten days."

Deewa seemed to think it was time to offer a little sweetness. Smiling coyly, she looked at him and softly caressed his cheek, saying, "I’ve seen the photos. I really do resemble your mother. She’s even more beautiful than me. No wonder you adore your mother so much."

Luis watched, utterly speechless. So, the young master had a mother complex, and what’s more, he admitted it so readily.

Had he genuinely developed feelings for Deewa, treating this woman as if she were his own mother?

Luis had no idea where David’s mother was. Rumors said she was divorced. In any case, Dominic’s private life was particularly colorful, though Luis wasn’t too familiar with such gossip of the wealthy elite.

"You’ll never be her. My mother is the most beautiful woman in the world."

David’s eyes were tinged with bloodshot intensity as he said excitedly, "Don’t think I don’t know about your past. Did you think I hadn’t investigated you? I’m telling you, the reason I’m patient is because I don’t want to tarnish my mother’s image."

"But right now, my dick is aching, and it’s time for you to serve me properly."

Having said that, his true nature was fully revealed. Deewa didn’t hesitate either, replying with a provocative tone, "Why can’t we wait until tonight? I could be gentler with you then, make you feel even more comfortable."

"Gentler..."

David’s expression softened noticeably, as if he were yearning for that feeling of being in his mother’s embrace.

He had a mother complex but was not entirely deluded; he knew that no matter how similar the woman before him was, she was not his beloved mother, at best, she was a substitute.

Moreover, she was a stunningly beautiful and seductive temptress. David, with his lust already ignited, certainly wasn’t about to let her go easily.

Staring down at Deewa’s alluring cleavage, he took a ragged breath and said, "First, let me feel some relief. Take off your clothes and let me play with your breasts. Start by giving me a proper blowjob."

"If I have to do it myself, I won’t be able to control myself, I’ll rip your dress and underwear right off."

It was clear: Young Master not only had a mother complex, but his personality was also extreme, tinged with a manic restlessness.

Deewa knew the boy’s threat was no joke. With a graceful, enticing smile, she stood up and began to undo her dress.

But David suddenly thought of something and immediately stopped her: "No... don’t take it off!!"

"What now?"

Faced with his erratic behavior, Deewa, already prepared, felt both anxious and impatient.

"No, no. A mother’s clothes should be taken off by her son’s own hands. Don’t take it off. Tonight, I want to undress you myself."

David hysterically halted her movements, looking both wildly excited and strangely hesitant. He paced a few steps, agitated, muttering, "Yes, yes, it has to be me who takes them off. My mother was a traditional woman; she wouldn’t be so forward."

It seemed he truly took this seriously, the guy was getting lost in the role, bordering on obsession.

Deewa was both amused and exasperated by him. She adjusted her clothes and stood to the side, watching the somewhat unhinged Young Master with uncertainty.

David abruptly slumped onto the nearby sofa, lit a cigarette, his hands trembling, his lips quivering, revealing just how agitated he was.

Taking a fierce drag, he looked at Deewa again and uttered, seemingly out of nowhere, "Your makeup is too perfect. My mother didn’t like wearing makeup."