Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

She didn’t think much of it, as what kind of things could daniel hide in his simple small room, barely big enough for one Person.

”It’s your favourite chicken soup with boiled vegetables and bread” she said with a warm voice.

*cough...*

”Thanks, mom... you’re the best” he replied, matching her tone.

She pulled the curtains, letting the warm morning sunlight spill across the room. The thin linen chemise she wore turned nearly transparent.

The fabric felt worn, soft from all those washes over the years. It barely covered her mid-thigh, and every time she moved, the frayed hem danced around her fat ass.

Daniel couldn’t look away.

As she bent to pick up the grass broom, the linen stretched tight across her back and pulled even tighter over her heavy ass.

Daniel sat motionless on the bed, watching the way the sunlight painted her through that single fragile layer of linen .

Every sway of those wide breeder hips, every soft jiggle of those heavy, motherly tits and innocent bend that turned his stepmother’s morning chores into the filthiest show he’d ever seen.

Then Marnie left the room with a quiet, knowing smile.

Daniel took a bite.

*nom*

He almost wanted to spit it out from the window but swallowed it hard.

”What the hell is this...” he muttered. ”Chicken soup with no chicken, just some white thread floating in the bowl... No wonder his father looks skinny and weak.”

’I gotta find ways to earn some quick money or I’ll have to eat this shit for a lifetime.’

He ate everything in hunger and scraped the bowl clean. He left the room carrying everything on his plate, outside towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was seperated from the main house, making it a small tiny hut in the corner of the house.

He saw Marnie knelt in front of the earthen stove, blowing hard with a bamboo pipe, to coax the fire high.

”Mom... what are you doing with that pot” he said with a neutral expression, while dropping the plate onto the sink.

*Cough... Cough...*

”I’m just boiling some water son... your mother is sick and has a sore throat” she said, without looking at him in a low tone.

*cough... cough...*

’Man... i guess we are... poor. Very poor, she can’t even afford a medicine. I’ve to do something for my milf. But what?’ He murmured and left the kitchen without a word.

The house was old and simple, cobblestone path leading to their main wooden door. The stone wall and rusty iron gate protecting the house from outside.

In the backyard, a well sat beside two leaning wooden poles, strung with rope. Wet clothes hanging in the middle.

Beyond the gate, the road twisted through bright green fields all the way to the hills on the horizon. Horses and wagons trundled past the entrance, mixing with the steady stream of people walking along.

Daniel slipped into his room, grabbed his grimbook, and headed out in the backyard, while his mom was still working away in the kitchen.

He lowered his body, in a squat position and drew the star shape circle with his index finger exactly like the diagram, as shown in the book, while whispering the chant in his mind.

’Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà...’

’Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà...’

’Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà...’

He placed the book in the middle, and sighed eyes closed.

”Haaaaah...”

”VEILIQUANDÈ MIKORA JIM BOS ARIQUEISÀ”

Within a second, the sand didn’t merely rise, it writhed. Grain by grain, it covered every inch of the grimoire, forming a small sand mountain inside the circle.

The humidity in the air slowly increased. A sudden wind swept through, and a brief, soft rainfall fell in the clear environment before vanishing as quickly as it had come.

When the rain stopped, the sand slowly lifted the book upright, molding itself into pale fingers into a complete hand, as if telling him to pick it up.

He hesitated, for a moment. Then took it.

The instant his fingers touched the cover, the sand collapsed inward, pouring down in every line he had traced. Within a single breath the circle vanished completely, leaving the backyard looking as though nothing had ever happened.

Only then did he picked it up.

He opened the book.

The first page and second page, were the same but on the third page there was something new.

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( Page: 3 )

Hello human I am the lust demon but you can call me Veilintina, devourer of desire, power and blood. l accepted your sacrificial contract. From this moment onwards, I’ll walk beside you until the very end.

From now on. Any milf you claim will make you stronger. Each thrusts will carve a fragment of her soul away and convert it into essence, which will fuel your Strength, Mana, Charm and HP. Every moans will be your Exp and the stolen essence will be divided equally between two parties.

Grow stronger and reach new levels to unlock my abilities. And always remember those who cling to death, Live. Those who cling to life, die.

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He paused for a moment of silence, and turned the page.

It was empty.

Next.

empty.

Next.

All of it.

Until he reached the very last page.

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(Page: -1)

Name: Daniel Dikson

Class: human

Companion: Veilintina (Lust demon)

Exp: 0/500

Level: 1

HP: 1000/1000

Mana: 200/200

Strength: 1

Charm: 0

Skill: none

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”Wait... skill?” He narrowed his eyes, looking at the red letters, and turned the next page.

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(Page: -2)

{Skill}

[ Veil’s Voodoo trap ] : Any woman whose doll you craft will get aroused by your gaze or touch. Additionally she won’t get pregnant by your seed, so you can focus on extracting without worrying of having a child.

Crafting recipe: wool, cotton, hay with a strand of hair or a drop of blood.

Note: The doll should be human shape palm size. All ingredients should be placed before drawing the circle.

Use the chant ”Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà” to complete the crafting process.

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He turned the page again, and saw a sentence in the middle of the page.

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(Page: -3)

[ Unlock at level 5 ]

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Daniel closed the book and looked towards the kitchen house, where he heard his stepmother’s broken cough.

’Marnie’ he whispered with a grin on his face. ’Very soon, you’ll become my perfect little housemilf Hehe...’