Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

Some strangers smiled as they passed by, but soon they ignored, blending into the crowd

”Oh...no,” she said, narrowing her eyes, ”Is that you, Daniel?”

He raised his head, revealing his face.

She wore a plain deep green gown over a pale linen underdress, its wide white sleeves spilling softly at her wrists. A leather belt cinched her waist, while a woven basket rested on her arm.

”Agh... why would you do that, Lady Elira?” he said, pressing his palm to his left cheek.

She froze, her eyes widening as she stared at her own hand.

”I—I’m so... sorry, Daniel. I thought someone was standing behind me,” she blurted out, panic surge in her voice.

A moment of stillness stretched around them—then Elira broke it.

”So... how was the trial? You passed?” she asked, her eyes shining with curiosity.

Daniel paused, glancing at her boobs.

”What if I say no, like I didn’t pass the trial at all? what would be your honest reaction, Lady Elira?” he said, his voice steady, though something unreadable lurked beneath it.

Elira tilted her head slightly and replied. ”Hmm... It’s hard to believe but I’ll just call it a bad luck.”

”And what if I say I passed?”

”Ow, then I’ll be happy for you...” she said with a smile on her face.

Daniel smirked lightly and leaned in, his gaze locked on her. ”No, no... Lady Elira, if I say I passed, then you have to reward me with your pussy. Hehe...”

A soft blush spread across Elira’s face at his words, and as her gaze locked with his, a slow, deliberate heat bloomed in her belly.

She took a step back and narrowed her eyes, trembling slightly.

”Do you even know what you’re saying to me?” said Elira.

Daniel smiled softly, stepping forward two paces, and whispered. ”I know what I am saying, but does your pussy knows?”

The moment his words sank in, her gaze locked on his eyes, memories flashing through her mind—the one, where she was mercilessly pounded in both her stiff holes.

’Ahh... what is this evil presence,’ She thought, her mind slowly drowning in desire. ’My pussy is suddenly aching for a cock, a huge cock. Fuck, I’ve to go home fast or I wont be able to walk properly for another two days.’

Elira spun around, and started walking toward the exit, but Daniel grabbed her right hand, stopping her on the spot.

”D—Daniel, release my hand,” she said, her eyes bluring with heat.

”No,” said Daniel, a grin spreading across his face.

A sudden heat of arousal bloomed in her belly, her pussy was releasing the toxins that made her itch just from his touch.

As he held on, warmth began to seep from her skin, growing hotter by the second, as though heat were rising straight from her palm. Daniel jerked his hand back immediately.

Elira curled her hand into a fist, then jogged toward the exit and vanished.

Daniel remained where he was, staring closely at his palm. A small but noticeable burn mark marred the skin (thenar eminence).

’Did she just tried to burn my hand?’ he thought, staring at his fingers as a faint sting lingered.

Then he called it a day and left the market with mild discomfort in his palm.

...

*creeak-clang*

Daniel pushed open the iron gate and stepped toward the kitchen, where Marnie was busy grinding ginger and garlic into a paste in a mortar.

*thrk-squelch*

The mortar gave a dull, wet grind as the pestle worked the ginger and garlic.

”Here’s the lamb, mom,” he said, offering her the meat carefully wrapped in petal leaves.

Marnie accepted it warmly and set it aside on the counter.

Daniel walked to his room, retrieved the grimbook from his wardrobe, and returned to the backyard, tucking it under his satchel.

He set the book open beside him on the ground and began scribbling the ritual diagram while keeping a watchful eye on the kitchen door.

The diagram was difficult—not the circles, but the dragon-curve fractals.

...

Ten minutes later, he had managed to draw something not perfectly accurate, but close enough to the original.

”Okay, it’s finally done,” he whispered, glancing at the kitchen door.

It was closed.

Then he placed all the required ingredients at the center.

’Hope, the wool I bought from the town is enough for it,’ he thought, his fingers crossed.

And with a final glance at the door, he cast the spell.

”Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà”

Slowly, the grains of sand clung to the items, like a magnet drawing in iron scraps—until a flawless circular dome rose, covering the whole diagram.

He waited patiently, one eye on the dome and the other on the door.

After a few minutes, the dome began to crack from the outside, like an eggshell cracking, with cracks running across it.

Hot steam rose from the cracks, smelling sharply of burned goat skin. At the center, the pouch rested, ready to be claimed.

Gradually, Daniel lifted the pouch, feeling its firm, leather-like texture. At the neck, a deep red knot was tied to seal it.

’Hmm... let’s test the pouch,’ he thought, sliding his satchel forward.

He pulled out an empty coin pouch and shoved it inside. It slid in smoothly, like silk through his fingers.

Then came some coins, more coins, and finally the grimbook itself. The pouch swallowed everything like a black hole, yet its shape didn’t even bulge.

’Wait... how do I withdraw my items?’ he thought, plunging his hand into the pouch.

He felt nothing, for him it’s like sticking his hand into an empty void.

’What gives? Why can’t I pull my money.’

The moment he thought about it, a copper coin appeared in his palm.

He pulled it out.

’Huh? where is my silver coins?’

He plunged his hand back in and drew out a silver coin.

Daniel slowly realized that to retrieve an item, he had to select it in his mind first.

As he busied himself stuffing things into the pouch, a voice called from behind.

”What are you doing there, Son?”