Chapter 46: Mommy and the Daughter (2)

'Time to milk the cow.'

Artis's grin widened as he loosened the tie on Juliana's robe, letting it fall open just enough to expose a tantalizing glimpse of her heaving assets.

He slipped his hands onto her soft, inviting breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze.

To his delight, Juliana's hands began mimicking his movements on Nadia like she was some sort of pleasure-driven puppet.

'Well, I'll be damned.'

He thought, stifling a chuckle.

'"The Art of Mirroring" actually works. Who knew that one throwaway line in the Dual Cultivation Scripture wasn't just some bullshit filler for horny monks?'

The scripture had promised that with enough skill, one could synchronize actions with their "partner," making them mimic your movements perfectly.

Its combat applications were supposedly legendary—like tricking an enemy into stabbing themselves. But Artis? Oh, he had loftier goals.