Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

Tina dragged the pillow across her face, smothering her own cries in its cotton. Her teeth found the fabric and clamped down hard, knuckles whitening as she clutched it like a lifeline.

Beneath her, Daniel drove into her with relentless, unyielding rhythm — each thrust deliberate, punishing, stripping away what little control she still had left.

*PLAP!!-PLAP!!-PLAP!!*

”Mnh!! Mnh! Mnhh!”

...

For hours Daniel kept going, flooding her with pulse after thick pulse until every last rope of white gold had been pumped deep inside. Tina’s face had long since collapsed into that shameless, broken ahegao expression.

Her mind felt hollow, thoughts blanked out by the obscene baby batter stretching both her ruined openings.

Daniel flooded her mouth once; thick and unrelenting.

Thrice in her ass; each release deep and pulsing, leaving warm trails that slipped slowly down her thighs.

And six times in her pussy; flooding her again and again and again, until she overflowed — every withdrawal met with a soft, wet spill of his cum.

Daniel delivered ten loads in total, fulfilling the dark promise he’d made at the start. Though three loads had wrecked Tina already, she broke on the fourth, limp and spent.

The room smelled of sex and salt and exhaustion.

Daniel stayed lodged deep, breathing normally against her neck, one hand still possessively curled around her throat as though to remind her whose cum was currently weighting her belly and slicking her insides.

”Ahm... uhm... I’m feel so dehydrated,” he murmured.

Daniel climbed off the bed, tugged on his pants, and headed into the hallway. Spotting the kitchen, he gulped down two glasses of water, then returned with one.

*Thud*

”Lady Tina, you must be thirsty. Aren’t you?” Daniel said, holding out the glass in his right hand.

Tina didn’t respond or move. She lay stomach-down on the bed, legs splayed wide, both holes leaking cum in glistening trails down her body.

’Heh... she can’t even handle this much,’ he thought, climbing onto the bed.

Daniel drank, holding cool water in his mouth, eyes locked on hers. He leaned in, lips sealing hers, and released it in a slow, steady stream.

*Glup... Glup... Glup...*

Tina swallowed instinctively, some spilling down her chin. tongue teasing hers with shared wetness before easing back.

”More?” said Daniel.

Tina nodded weakly, eyes pleading.

...

Daniel glanced at her with one final possessive look, then cracked a tight slap across her ass.

*SLAP!!*

It jiggled as two pale cakes collided between the cream river — a red handprint blooming on her skin.

Outside, dusk had settled into darkness. The moon lay veiled behind heavy clouds, and a chill hung in the air, as if carrying the promise of rain before the night’s end.

*Grmmm... Grmmm...*

Lightning flickered across the black clouds, and a cold wind brushed against his skin. The path lay dim, lampposts casting a faint, trembling glow.

...

Four days later.

*Crkk-Crkk*

Daniel sat atop the wagon as it rattled toward Arcana Town. In four days, he hadn’t gained a single level, despite free using Marnie every single day, without Darryl noticing.

Clearly, her essence wasn’t enough to propel him forward. For now, he could only rely on outstanding quality. But he knew one day he’d face the same limitation even with them.

”Heh...” he chuckled softly, recalling the past.

A few days earlier, as Daniel bought groceries, Jason sidled up beside him and cast a quick glance. To his surprise, Jason hadn’t recognized him at all.

...

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at Arcana Town and paid the waggoner his copper coins. The town bustled with life — vendors shouting, carts rattling past, while the afternoon sun blazed high above.

”Tomorrow’s training day. I should buy some biscuits,” he thought, walking toward his rented house.

...

After dropping off his belongings, he headed straight for the bakery. On the way, he noticed Harry’s stall, a long line of customers stretching out front.

He lifted a brow for a brief moment, then stepped forward, slipping through the crowd.

It seemed the stall owner next to Harry had joined him. The two now stood as partners, efficiently passing out meat pouches while coins clinked steadily into their hands.

”Status,” he whispered under his breath.

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Name: Bane Baroni

Age: 33

HP: 1500/1500

Mana: 230/230

Description: A hardworking man who wanted to become a royal soldier and buy a piece of land in the Eagle Kingdom. But after a tragic incident, he lost all hope and spent his life drinking blueberry wine while holding a strong belief in God.

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”Hello... Sir,” Daniel said with a neutral expression.

Harry glanced at him, lowered his gaze, then looked back again. ”Oh, it’s you.”

”Is it ready?” Daniel asked.

Harry gave a small shrug. ”Yes, but didn’t you said a week later?”

Daniel smiled. ”I know, I’m just checking. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

With that, he turned away from the stall and headed straight for the bakery.

”What was that kid talking about, Harry?” his partner asked.

Harry gave a slight shake of his head. ”Nothing.”

Daniel bought three plain biscuits and three fine ones, stuffing them into his pouch. But the last biscuit wouldn’t fit. The pouch was already full—coins, a dagger, wool, dolls, and the grimbook.

”Tch,”

He stared at the biscuit.

*Nom*

With a small sigh, he ate the plain biscuits instead, then headed toward the marketplace. After buying a few groceries, he returned home.

As he walked home, Daniel inspected the animals along the way — goats, dogs, cats, buffalo, and cows, but none of them possessed good or superior qualities. They were all merely common or, uncommon.

Daniel set the groceries down in the kitchen, then lay on his back and pulled out the dagger.

”Far,” he murmured.

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Name: Cryst blade

Weapon type: Dagger

Rarity: Very common

Durability: 99%

Description: A very common dagger found in dungeons, especially in Tier One dungeons. It is known for its bleeding effect, which drains ten health points per second for three seconds after ten consecutive slashes within ten seconds.

Note: If a weapon’s durability falls below fifty percent, its damage will also be reduced to fifty percent.

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”What? A bleeding effect?” he whispered narrowing his eyes.

A memory suddenly flashed through his mind — the moment he had stabbed the dungeon boss and peeled its skin like a banana.

Daniel admired the shine, as the afternoon sun casts its ray from the window. Then slid inside his pouch and opened the grimbook.

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Name: Daniel Dikson

Race: Human

Companion: Veilintina [Lust Demon]

Exp: 11000/11500

Level: 26

HP: 2600/2600

Mana: 720/720

Charm: 24 [+]

Strength: 54 [+]

Dexterity: 20 [+]

Vitality: 20 [+]

Intelligence: 26 [+]

Essence Points Available: 00

Skill: {Voodoo Trap} {Pouch}

Ability: {Third Eye} {Incantation} {Eternal Eye}

Combat Arts: {Stepback}

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*Knock-Knock*

”Hm?”

Daniel shut the book, slid it into his pouch, and walked toward the door.

*Click*

”Oh, hello Lady Esma,” he said with a warm smile.

She crossed her arms. ”Do you know today’s date?”

Daniel shook his head lightly.

”It’s already the third of August,” she said with a stern expression. ”Now, hand me the rent.”

”Of course I know Lady Esma, I was just messing with you. Please come inside and sit on the bed for a second, I’ll bring the money,” he said, then turned toward the wardrobe.

Esmeralda sat calmly on the bed, dressed in a pink gown that covered her from neck to toe. Her hands rested against the mattress at her sides, and her legs were neatly crossed.

Daniel returned and gently clasped her hand as he approached. She lifted her chin and raised her hand expectantly — but to her surprise, Daniel caught her wrist instead, pulled her toward him, and crashed his lips against hers in a sudden, forceful kiss.

”Mmhh... mmh...”

Esmeralda’s hands shot upright but froze mid-air, her fingers curling with lingering heat from the kiss. Her thighs clenched together instinctively, a molten ache pulsing deep between them as her body ignited.

*Chu~~