Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

She leaned closer, close enough that her breath brushed his ear—then Daniel stopped her midway, cutting the moment short.

”Aunt, what do you think you’re... doing?” he said straight forward.

A quiet heat stirred in her as she pressed her index fingers together, hesitating. ”You know—”

Daniel immediately cut her off. ”No Aunt, I feel so tired right now that I can’t even walk properly.”

”But—” said Jessica.

”No Aunt jess... just understand my condition. If not why would I refuse you?” he said, pulling an innocent face.

She paused for a moment, her eyes drifting against the fabric at the center of his pants.

’Hmm... maybe Daniel is right. I think I’m being too greedy with him,’ she pondered, as she remembered his thick meat inside her pussy. ’Besides, it wouldn’t be fun if he just stayed there, lying motionless on the bed, without spanking my beautiful ass.’

”Okay, Daniel,” she said, pulling herself back. ”I’ll go make something special for you then.”

Jessica turned, clapping her ass with deliberate flair until she stepped outside and the sharp sound faded into the air.

’Phew... she almost teased my dick into fucking her again,’ he mused, looking at the door. ’I got to teach her that my little brother is not something that can be freely obtain, she have to earn it, like a reward. Maybe if she cook another meat dish for me, hehe...’

Then, he slowly collapsed onto the bed and slept in exhaustion.

An hour later, he woke up feeling a little better than before. His legs weren’t shaking anymore, and he felt in control again.

He rinsed the sweat and stench of long hours of running from his body. then ate lunch with Jessica before grabbing his sack and heading to his new house.

But just before departing, he spanked her ass—hard enough to leave an imprint, igniting a rush of heat that left her horny on the threshold.

The sun hung high overhead as people bustled in every direction, wagons and handcarts rattling over the uneven streets. Marching along, Daniel spotted a family shearing a sheep, the father guiding his son in teasing out the wool fibers.

”Status,” he whispered.

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Name: Sheep

Age: 9

Hp: 120/120

Standard: Common

Description: A four-legged animal with a thick coat of wool, bred for its fleece, which is later cleaned and refined to make warm garments.

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Daniel watched them, his steps slowing. Suddenly, an idea struck him—one that, if it worked, would spare him the struggle of extracting hairs from his targets in the future.

A filthy smirk crossed his face as he bolted toward Esmeralda’s house.

*knock-knock*

Esmeralda opened the door, Daniel greeted her warmly.

”Good afternoon, lady Esmeralda. Is my room ready?” he said with a warm smile.

She nodded. ”Yes, young man. Just wait for a second, I’ll bring the keys.”

A minute later, she returned, and they climbed the spiral stairs. Daniel struggled to keep his balance as they ascended.

”You okay, young man?” she asked, her brows narrowing.

Daniel glanced over his shoulder. ”Yes, Lady Esmeralda. I’m good. It’s nothing...”

She unlocked the door, and he stepped into a clean room. The floors gleamed, dust-free, and the air smelled of polished wood and earth.

”Tell me young man, how is the room,” she asked softly.

Daniel turned, smiling. ”Yes, it’s far better than the last time.”

Esmeralda smiled and informed him that she always collected the rent on the first day of the month, and she don’t like excuses regarding rent payments.

”Don’t worry Lady Esmeralda, you won’t get a chance to complain,” said Daniel.

She chuckled softly. ”Okay, young man. I’ll take a leave now. If you need any help just let me know.”

Esmeralda left. Daniel sat on the bed and let his satchel drop beside him.

”Hmm... let’s check my stats, did I leveled up or not,” he murmured and withdrew the pouch from his pocket.

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Name: Daniel Dikson

Class: Human

Companion: Veilintina (Lust demon)

Exp: 1240/7600

Level: 16

HP: 2050/2050

Mana: 640/640

Strength: 26

Charm: 17

Skill: {Voodoo Trap} {Pouch}

Ability: {Third Eye} {Incantation}

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”Hmm... just four more levels. I’d have hit twenty easily... if Lady Elira had rewarded me with that outstanding pussy of hers,” he muttered under his breath. ”Well, no worries at all, my landlady is an outstanding woman too. And she’ll eventually come to collect her rent then—Hehe...”

A smirk tugged at his lips as his filthy thoughts churned. He skimmed through his abilities and skills again, clarifying his mind—nothing new.

Then, he stowed his grimbook in the pouch, then headed out into the evening sun.

Daniel made his way west, finally arriving at his destination.

*Tang-Tang-Tang-Tang*

”Excuse me, sir.” he said with a neutral expression.

He stopped hammering and lifted his eyes. ”Yes, young man. How can I help you?”

The man, looking to be in his late forties, wore a charcoal-black tunic beneath a thick leather apron, its surface scarred by old burns.

His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, forearms corded with muscle, boots planted firmly on the stone floor, a hammer in his right hand and tongs in his left.

Daniel explained that he had come to buy a shear, but it needed to be no bigger than the size of a finger.

”But, we don’t have such small shear,” the man replied.

”I mean, it’s not like I need it right now. I’ll come later to pick it up.” said Daniel.

”Well, that would cost two silver, young man.”

”No problem, sir.”

The man told him to pay one silver now and another once the work was finished. He also said it would be ready by tomorrow evening.

”Okay, sir. I’ll come tomorrow,” he said politely.

The man nodded with a smile.

Then he marched toward the marketplace and bought some kitchen utensils, vegetables, a woven basket, tea leaves and a flint and steel.

”Huff... I literally spend around thirty silver coins in just a few minutes,” he murmured, glancing at his woven baskets. ”Hope it pays off in the long run.”