Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

Tressa’s mood lit up instantly at Daniel’s words. Her shoulders relaxed, her eyes widening as the memory of the flavor returned, rich and tempting.

”Seriously, you can make it?” Tressa asked with a surprised expression.

Daniel nodded, smiling. ”Yes, Aunt. I can make as much as you want... but I need ingredients and some kitchen items.”

*Glup-Thud*

Tressa gulped down the rest of her half-filled glass of milk and set it on the table excitedly.

”Then, why are we sitting here. Let’s move Daniel,” Tressa said eagerly.

Just then, the waiter arrived with the biscuits wrapped in paper.

”Here’s your biscuits, Sir.” the waiter said warmly.

Daniel accepted the biscuits and asked, ”How much is the total?”

”It’s two silver, sir,” the waiter replied.

As Daniel reached for his coins, Tressa stepped in and placed four silver on the counter, paying for both of them. The waiter accepted the payment with a nod and walked away.

”Aunt, thanks... but you don’t have to do that. I can pay it myself,” Daniel said, tilting his head slightly.

Tressa chuckled softly. ”Heh, don’t worry it’s just two silver. Besides, we have things to buy, remember?”

Both rise from their chairs and head back into the marketplace. Daniel slips the biscuits into his shoulder bag, then reaches into his pouch and draws out his custom made mini shear. It rests hidden between his fingers—poised, ready to strike at the perfect moment.

”Aunt, first we have to buy a bamboo steamer, oil, and refined flour,” Daniel said with a smile on his face.

Tressa nodded. ”And a basket as well.”

Daniel closed the gap between them, his hands waving casually behind her as they walked deeper into the marketplace. He tried to snip a few strands, but after the third failed attempt, he stopped.

’Fuck, it’s so... hard to cut her hair. Wait, why am I even trying now? What if her hair got pulled. Calm down Daniel, show some patience,’ he thought, slipping the shear back into his pouch.

They soon arrived at a shop filled with kitchen supplies.

”Hello, mrs. Milan, how can I help you,” the shopkeeper greeted them cheerfully.

”I want bamboo steamer and cooking oil,” Tressa said, returning the smile.

But as she got distracted for a moment, Daniel noticed a perfect opportunity—an opening for his strike. He casually stepped back behind her, blending with the shadows.

*Snip*

Tressa’s hair fell to the ground without her noticing, her attention absorbed by the kitchen utensils. Daniel bent down, scooped it up, and straightened, pretending nothing had happened.

”Aunt, a metal pan as well,” he said casually, keeping his tone light.

After they roamed the marketplace, Daniel’s hands were full of items.

”What’s next, Daniel?” Tressa asked with a smile.

”Nothing Aunt, it’s more than enough for today,” Daniel said.

”And the meat pouches?” said Tressa.

”It will be tomorrow, Aunt.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. ”Why tomorrow? I thought we are going to make them today?”

Daniel grinning nervously. ”Oh, no... not today Aunt. Meat pouches are the type of food that shouldn’t be rushed. Plus tomorrow I’ll buy some chicken from the market and prepare everything fresh from scratch.”

Tressa felt a rush of excitement as she swallowed, her mouth watering.

*Glug*

”Okay, Daniel. But what’s the time for tomorrow?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Daniel paused. ”Umm... I think at evening, yes evening Aunt.”

Tressa nodded firmly, repeating that she would come exactly in the evening, before they finally dispersed and walked away from the marketplace.

”Hooh... this basket filled with vegetables and kitchen items sure is heavy,” he whispered under his breath. ”If I carry like this for a week, sure I’ll form some solid muscle like the blacksmith. Heh...”

’I should hurry home quickly before evening. I seriously need some hay or else tomorrow is going to be a rush hour,’ he thought, quickening his pace.

The sun was nearly setting, casting long shadows over the town. They had spent a long time in the marketplace, and as soon as Daniel set the items down in his room, he dashed toward the west.

...

As he reached the stable, he saw Anthony just about to lock the door, his father standing nearby with a kerosene lamp.

”Anthony, wait! I need some hay!” Daniel shouted, waving his arms.

They both froze in their tracks, their eyes locking on the sweating, panting Daniel. In the end, he had managed to buy some hay—worth two coppers—enough to make four dolls for future use.

...

Inside his room, he sat cross-legged, a lamp flickering before him. His fingers twisted the hay with practiced precision, after all, past experience was paying off now.

He was getting faster at crafting dolls. His cotton threads were nearly gone, but he had managed to make four solid dolls.

”Phew, four fucking dolls,” he muttered, a small smile playing on his lips as he admired his handiwork.

But before he could head straight to the backyard, he flipped open his Grimbook for a quick level check, the pages glowing faintly in the lamp’s light.

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(Page: -1)

Name: Daniel Dikson

Race: Human

Companion: Veilintina (Lust demon)

Exp: 3508/9500

Level: 22

HP: 2200/2200

Mana: 680/680

Strength: 42

Charm: 22

Skill: {Voodoo Trap} {Pouch}

Ability: {Third Eye} {Incantation}

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”Hmm... just three more levels,” he whispered, a spark of determination lighting his eyes.

Daniel slid his Grimbook back into his pouch and headed straight to the backyard. After a quick scan, he drew a larger circle, planning to cook two at once.

The backyard was quiet, sunlight glinting off women’s clothes hanging on the clothesline—a clear sign someone had washed them earlier.

”Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà,” he murmured??

Slowly, the sand grains shifted and heaped into a mound. The black smoke swirled, growing larger, its color fading from deep black to gray, then pale white. Two hands shot up—one holding a doll on the left, the other on the right.

Daniel lifted one doll—It held firm. But when he lifted the other, it crumbled instantly, scattering over the lines he had drawn.

*Sniff~*

”Oh yes... this one is definitely Aunt Tressa,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips.