"Ptooey… pervert…" Nanami squatted on the toilet, her pretty face flushed as she stared at her phone.
Her body trembled slightly, and another lump dropped into the bowl beneath her.
She had been squatting for a while, yet her stomach still felt bloated.
"Sis, are you not done yet? You're not constipated today, are you?"
Outside the door, an arrogant boy with spiky green hair called out.
He was Professor Oak's grandson—Nanami's younger brother—Gary Oak, and also Ash's rival in the anime.
"I'm not feeling well, Gary. Go to the research lab! Didn't you call Ash to go with you?"
"Alright, alright, there's no convincing you…"
The sound of the door closing echoed as Gary left home.
Nanami quietly sighed in relief. She stood up, put on a pad, and began scrubbing her dirty clothes in the sink.
Lacking experience, she didn't trust the washing machine to get them clean… but the constant throbbing inside her made her feel tortured.
"Seriously… why do I keep thinking about it…?"
She gently caressed her lower abdomen. The heart-shaped mark there flickered faintly.
Her thin underwear couldn't hide it at all, and her gaze drifted uncontrollably toward the porcelain bowl beside her.
She didn't know why, but she just couldn't bring herself to flush these cums away. Instead… she kept them.
Even though they were things she had expelled, they gave off a strange fragrance that made her mouth water.
"It's Sister Nanami's mark, exclusively for me~" Ace's words echoed in her ears.
Nanami's green eyes narrowed, her cheeks burning.
"Besides looking small… he's actually kinda handsome… and…"
She leaned toward the bowl and took a small bite.
"Mmm~… so delicious!"
[Ding! Nanami has consumed pure essence for the second time, gaining Pervert Points x1000!]
Just as Ace arrived at Ash's doorstep, the system notification rang in his ears.
He froze for a full two seconds.
No way… my gentle, lovely Nanami… she's actually like this??
"Tsk… looks like I was still too conservative…"
Ace's emotions stirred, and his gaze toward the two-story house became downright perverted…
"Slurp… gulp…"
Her red lips closed, and Delia also closed her eyes, savoring the taste.
She had lost count of how many times she'd put the light-blue lace Ace gave her today into her mouth.
The sweetness had faded to almost nothing.
"What do I do… it's so delicious I can't stop…" A faint blush bloomed on Delia's charming face.
Her pink short-sleeved blouse was stretched tight by her ample chest.
In just two days, her physique seemed to have returned to her maiden years—elastic, energetic—but still retaining the plumpness unique to a mature woman.
Her once-loose clothes now felt slightly tight.
Looking down at her figure, Delia brushed her fingertips across her chest.
For a moment she recalled the scene she'd witnessed last night.
The bright smile of the cute little Ace… and the underwear smeared in his hand… the way he looked so excited…
Her imagination filled in the rest.
"If… I could eat it once… or even…"
Her heartbeat quickened. Her alluring eyes turned hazy.
Then she snapped out of it, shaking her head.
"No, no, Delia, how can you think like this!"
"But what do I do… I really want to…"
Her gaze shifted back to the saliva-covered underwear.
"In the future… maybe I can give Ace an extra pair?"
She muttered helplessly and opened her mouth again.
She even blamed herself for eating so quickly and so cleanly—
Now she'd have to wait until tomorrow night for something delicious…
Just then—
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Aunt Delia. Ace."
The slightly childish voice came from outside.
Delia stiffened, and then a wave of longing surged through her body.
Her thick, soft thighs pressed tightly together.
Was it her imagination? Ace's voice sounded especially sweet today—his magnetic tone brushing across her heart like a feather.
Delia squeezed her trembling fingers, forcing reason to win over desire.
She didn't open the door. Instead she asked.
"It's so late, Ace… what are you doing here?"
"It's like this—tomorrow Sister Nanami and I are going to Professor Oak's summer camp. The laundromat might be closed then, so I brought the clothes you left with me in advance. Didn't want any delays."
"Oh… I see…"
Relief washed over Delia—followed immediately by disappointment.
So Ace didn't come specifically for me?
She clearly remembered how many times he'd told her he dreamed of her…
Her cheeks burned, and she cooled herself with the back of her hand as she walked toward the door.
Looking on the bright side… at least tonight she could keep enjoying Ace's "milk."
Thinking this, her soft feet in slippers moved faster.
Click.
The door opened.
Ace appeared in her line of sight.
He was still short, but his figure was perfectly proportioned.
His messy black hair fluttered, his deep eyes held a playful smile, and his handsome face glowed faintly.
"Oh? Ace, you look pretty good today~" Delia tilted her head, feeling something strange stir inside her.
"Auntie, you too. You're getting more and more beautiful~"
Delia smiled—
"I really hope I can hug Auntie and give her a good sex…"
The smile froze.
She wanted to scold him—but the moment he described flashed in her mind, and a soft hum escaped her lips.
"Mmm…"
"Auntie, does that mean you agree?"
As soon as he spoke, Delia's vision blurred. Ace was already close, his shorter height reaching her shoulder.
"No, Ace, don't say silly things…" Delia stepped back, her breasts jiggling.
"What a pity. I thought Auntie was thinking the same thing…"
Ace relaxed slightly and lifted the basket of clothes.
"These are the ones you gave me. But I ate something with sister Nanami when I got home, so I didn't have time to wash them."
He wasn't rushing to conquer Delia.
With his current strength and abilities, even if he forced her, she would eventually fall regardless.
What Ace wanted… was for Delia to realize her true desires on her own.
"Eh…?" Delia peeked inside the basket. The pink lace didn't contain what she hoped.
"Then… Ace, why don't you come in and use the restroom?"
She said it instinctively.
But the moment she did, she regretted it deeply.
Until now, the "transaction" between them had been silent and hidden.
Delia "pretended not to know" and put the original items in the basket so he could use them.
On the surface, she was "helping" the boy.
But in truth… she was satisfying herself too.
For a widow of many years, that special scent—especially Ace's unique one—could ignite her instantly.
But now, she was the one taking the initiative.
Inviting him in at night… was practically a confession.
Ace grinned.
Under Delia's expectant yet frightened gaze, he picked up the underwear from the basket and held it in his mouth.
"Then… Auntie, I'm going in~"
He stepped past her into the house.
The narrow doorway forced their bodies to brush against each other.
A warm, throbbing sensation pressed against Delia.
"Mmm…" Her heart trembled.
She grabbed the doorframe for support and shifted her body aside.
But that posture only made things easier for Ace.
"Aunt Delia, your butt is very perky~"
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing his entire body against hers.
"Ah…! Ace, what are you doing?" Delia's mind went blank.
The enhancements from the Pervert Points made Ace completely different from before.
Even though she'd seen him before… this physical contact, the heat, the pressure—was on a whole different level.
The scorching warmth radiating from him made her legs weaken.
A mist gradually clouded her autumn-colored eyes.
Ace… he's right behind me… what do I do… I feel like… I can't take it anymore…