Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

Daniel glanced at her, her eyes squeezed shut, lower lip caught between her teeth, while thrusting herself in slow, deliberate motion as if she were thinking something lewd and filthy.

”Fuck, Aunt... you’re such a hungry slut,” he thought, grinning wickedly, ”that fucking eggplant is taking my lil-brother’s spot, I’ve to do something quick or she’s going to shove the whole thing deep inside her.”

Carefully, he eased the door closed again. Then he curled his fingers into a loose fist.

*Knock!-Knock!-knock*

The sound hit Jessica like an ice cold water. She panicked like a rabbit caught in torchlight.

”Aunt, are you there?” he said in a steady tone.

”Yes!, yes! Just wait a second... I’m coming!”

Jessica scrambled, yanking the cotton gown over her skin. She opened it slowly, revealing half of herself. Her hair was tousled, her face flushed, her breath uneven.

”Oh... Daniel, I thought you went to the village, heh...” she said, forcing a shaky laugh, ”but how did you entered the house?”

”Uh... because it was... open?” he replied, tilting his head with a forced smile to hide his wicked one.

Jessica’s eyes flicked toward the main door. Her teeth sank into her lower lip again.

’Faak! how careless can I be? How did I even forget to close the door after taking a sunbathe.’ she thought, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Heat crawled up her throat, her gaze shifted back to him. ’At least he didn’t saw me, or else he would have jumped at me like a flying squirrel and shoved his inhuman cock deep in my pussy. Ahh, fuck, my pussy is starting to act differently whenever I thought about his—’

”Aunt,” said Daniel, eyes locked on her, ”can you close your eyes for a second, I’ve something for you.”

She almost closed her eyes, but curiosity held her gaze.

Daniel drew the rose bouquet from behind his back and extended it toward her.

”Open your eyes, Aunt.”

Jessica’s eyes lit up at the sight of the gift. She pulled the door open wider and cradled the bouquet against her chest.

*Sniff-Sniff*

”Ahh... thanks Daniel, it’s so... beautiful,” she said, smiling brightly.

”Aunt, I also brought a kilo of meat...”

”What? Where?”

”In the kitchen” said Daniel.

They walked toward the kitchen, he let her unwrap the bundle of broad petal-leaves herself.

When the deep red beef was revealed, her eyes widened.

”Oh my god, you literally bought a whole kilo of beef,” she said, her eyes widened in disbelief, ”But where did you got money to buy this much?”

Daniel froze for a heartbeat and replied calmly. ”My mom gave me, before I came to Arcana town.”

She nodded slowly, accepting the answer, then turned her attention back to the meat. Cooking ideas flooded her mind as she stared at it.

Meanwhile, Daniel was waging a private war against his dick, her heavy ass, swaying gently as she bent to inspect the cut.

”Aunt, I’m going to take a bath now, please make it like yesterday’s frinto curry,” he said with a warm smile on his face.

She chuckled, low and confident. ”Just wait and watch, Daniel. You’re about to taste the best beef dish of your life.”

*Thud*

The moment he stepped out of the kitchen his cock surged straight, tenting the fabric painfully.

’Agh, my dick is in pain for not taking that huge opportunity,’ he muttered, glaring down at the obscene bulge, ’calm down, lil-brother.’

Daniel walked toward his room, stripped his clothes and slid his satchel under the bed. Then, he wrapped a towel around his hips and grabbed a second one.

Outside the sun was setting to dusk. The air was warm, mixed with earthy smell from the ground.

He took his time, scrubbing every part of his body with a fola—A natural exfoliating sponge like loofah.

Half an hour later, he rinsed off and returned to his room. He dressed, but instead of wearing his casual pants, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped outside.

*creeak*

Daniel opened the kitchen door and saw Jessica in a squat position, stirring the pot with a wooden spatula.

*shluurp*

She shook her head slightly and took a clay jar and sprinkled some salt in the food. The rich, savory aroma of cooked beef, laced with a gentle heat of ground spices, filled the room.

”Aunt,’ he said, eyes tracing her generous curve where thigh met ass, ”how long will it take?”

She glanced over her shoulder, smiling. ”Preety soon, Daniel. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Daniel gave a tight nod and retreated to his room, sitting cross-legged on the bed, he counted all his coins.

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Coppers: 191

Silver: 61

Gold: 4

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He rested the four gold coins in his palm, admiring the way they caught the lantern’s light.

’Hmh, two gold coins for a recipe... but... never mind... he was an honest person,’ he thought, smiling softly.

Ten minutes later.

”Daniel... it’s ready!” Jessica called from downstairs.

He jumped up from the bed and rushed toward the kitchen.

Though she said it was ready, for Jessica it meant almost ready. She set the plates on the table and poured glasses of water, moving with practiced ease.

Then she lowered the wood beneath the earthen stove, setting it aside, letting the pot simmer gently over low heat for tendernism.

”Daniel, sit down. It’s almost ready,” she said with a warm smile.

Daniel ignored her and drifted closer to the pot.

*Sniff...*

”Woah, it’s smells incredible, Aunt,” he said, satisfaction curling his lips.

”Hehe... and you haven’t even tasted it yet,” she replied softly.

As they spoke, his gaze wandered to the wicker basket of vegetables near the cupboard. Among them, the eggplants caught his eye. Slowly, he leaned in and lifted one without her noticing.

It was cool and damp, as if it had been washed only moments ago.

*sniff~*

’Oh... yeah... it’s definitely the one...’ he whispered, placing it back just as he’d found it.

”Daniel, it’s ready,” she said, her body leaning in as her eyes stayed fixed on the pot’s surface.

”Status,” he whispered.

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Essence: 0% [10s remaining]

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’Yeah, you are... Aunt,” he thought, a mischievous smile curling inwardly.