Chapter 108: Rising Body Temperature

The glaring light illuminated the entire bedroom. Although John had been here before, as his gaze focused on Grace lying in the bed, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

He recalled the novels he had read, many of which featured scenes of drugging and sexual assault. The beautiful and charming women in those stories were all so captivating.

And now, the stunning woman lying on the bed before him was equally breathtaking and enchanting.

Looking at her sleeping profile, John felt a wave of heat rising from the soles of his feet.

Unconsciously, his young and strong body had already begun to react, especially his youthful and vigorous lower body, which had become erect just like the night before. As John moved, it felt like he had an extra stick protruding, causing him discomfort.

He gazed at the sleeping Grace and slowly approached her. When he reached her side, John slightly lowered his head and was able to see her entire face in her sleep.

Her delicate features and fair skin, along with her graceful and beautiful profile in slumber, all conveyed an image of unparalleled beauty.

Especially the snow-white skin that was faintly visible beneath her nightgown, it was as if she were a sleeping beauty from a fairy tale, captivating John's attention.

His eyes seemed to be magnetically drawn to Grace the moment he entered the room, and they remained fixed on her, unable to look away. His expression began to change noticeably: his pupils dilated, his nostrils flared, and his bright eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of lewdness.

Like a hunter spotting an unsuspecting prey foraging in the jungle, he couldn't help but feel a flash of excitement and began to move stealthily towards her.

John walked very slowly, almost on tiptoe, making no sound at all. When he reached Grace, he slowly bent down, squatted beside her bed, and gently patted her body, softly calling out, "Mom... Mom!"

As he called out, he closely observed Grace's facial expression, fearing that she might slowly open her eyes and wake up.

However, the reality reassured John. His mother, Grace, remained asleep, or rather, she was still in a deep slumber, breathing evenly with a hint of pink and blush on her face, seemingly due to the lingering effects of the hallucinogenic drug.

Looking at the sleeping Grace, John felt as if a wonderful feast had been laid out before him, just waiting for him to take a bite. And it was a feast that he was certain he could enjoy with just a simple reach.

With this thought, John couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement. He slowly raised one hand and placed it on Grace's shoulder. At that moment, Grace was still lying on her side, completely covered by the blanket. Although this position was comfortable for her, it made it a bit difficult for John to make his move.

So, as John's hand pressed gently on Grace's shoulder, he applied a slight force to turn her body from its side-lying position to a flat one. Fortunately, the effects of the hallucinogenic drug seemed to be just as the drug dealer had claimed.

After Grace took it, she lost consciousness, and even when John turned her body, she still showed no signs of waking up.

Seeing this, John was naturally very pleased. Standing by the bed, he reached out and grabbed the corner of the blanket covering Grace, slowly lifting it off her.

As the blanket was gradually pulled away, the exquisitely beautiful figure beneath it gradually came into John's view, especially her full and attractive breasts, which were particularly eye-catching to him.

It was as if two small islands had appeared before him, surrounded by water. When people first see such a scene, they don't focus on the water level.

Instead, their attention is immediately drawn to the islands. That's exactly how John felt at this moment. As the blanket was lifted off Grace, her erect breasts immediately captured his attention.

Today, Grace had changed into a different nightgown, or rather, a robe. The white silk robe draped over her body like a cicada's wing, blending seamlessly with her fair and tender skin, as if it were a layer of melted milkshake.

With the blanket completely removed from Grace, John looked at her as if she were a piece of art, his eyes moving up and down over her body, unable to tear them away.

The plump figure wrapped in the robe seemed to be exquisitely sculpted by God's hand, flawless and perfect in every way.

Especially her well-proportioned and beautiful legs, faintly visible beneath the thin robe, with her delicate and small feet, were perfect without a single flaw.

Seeing Grace's plump and beautiful body laid bare before him, John felt his body temperature rise at that moment.

Her full breasts were like fragrant roses, and even though he knew this rose might have thorns, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. His body, as if bewitched, moved on its own accord, and he slowly sat down beside Grace's bed.

Looking at Grace's face, which was now facing upwards, he couldn't help but reach out his hand and touch her fair and smooth cheek.