The sound of the door closing echoed as Gary left home.
Nanami quietly sighed in relief, stood up, put on a pad, and started scrubbing the dirty clothes in the sink.
Lacking experience, she was worried they wouldn't get clean in the washing machine... but the constant throbbing in her body made her feel tormented.
"Seriously... why do I keep thinking about it...?"
She gently caressed her lower abdomen, and the heart-shaped pattern on it flickered. The thin underwear couldn't cover it at all, and her gaze uncontrollably darted towards the porcelain bowl placed nearby.
She didn't know why, but she always couldn't bear to flush these things down the toilet; instead, she kept them.
Even though they were disgusting things she had expelled, they emitted an unusual fragrance that made her mouth water.
"It's Nanami-jie's mark, exclusively for me~"
Kirito's words lingered in her ears. Nanami's green eyes narrowed, and she blushed, muttering to herself, "Besides looking small, he's quite handsome... and..."
She slowly approached the bowl, took a small bite, "Mmm~... So delicious!"
...[Ding, Nanami has consumed pure essence a second time, gaining pervert points x1000!]
Just as he arrived at Ash's doorstep, the system sound rang in Kirito's ears.
He froze for a full two seconds.
No way... my gentle and lovely Nanami-jie, is she actually like this??
"Tsk... it seems I was still too conservative..."
Kirito's emotions stirred slightly, and his gaze towards the two-story building gradually became 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 had put the light Blue lace Kirito had given her today into her mouth.
The sweet taste had faded to the point of being almost imperceptible.
"What to do... it's so delicious I can't stop..."
A faint pink blush adorned Delia's charming face. Her pink short-sleeved blouse was stretched into an exaggerated curve by her ample bosom.
In just two days, her physique seemed to have returned to her maiden years. The astonishing elasticity had returned, as had her abundant vitality, but the plumpness and fullness unique to a married woman were also retained.
As a result, her originally loose outfit now seemed a bit tight.
Looking down at her figure, Delia's fingertips touched her chest, and for a moment, she recalled the scene she had witnessed the night before.
The bright smile of the shota contrasted sharply with the underwear smeared in his hand and his high spirits, causing her to involuntarily put herself in that situation.
"If... I could eat it once, or even..." Delia's heart pounded twice, her alluring eyes hazy.
Then she sobered up and shook her head, "No, no, Delia, how can you have such thoughts!"
"But what to do... I really want to..." She glanced again at the underwear covered in saliva, "In the future, maybe I can give Kirito an extra pair?"
She muttered to herself, somewhat helplessly opening her mouth again.
She even blamed herself for eating so quickly and so cleanly.
Now she would have to wait until tomorrow evening for something delicious...
Just then, a knock sounded at the door: "Knock knock knock..."
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Aunt Delia, Kirito."
Kirito's slightly childish voice came from outside the door.
Delia was slightly startled, and then a wave of longing surged within her, causing her two full, fleshy thighs to clench.
She wondered if it was her imagination, but she felt that Kirito's voice sounded exceptionally pleasant today, his magnetic tone sweeping across her heart like a feather.
Delia squeezed her fingers, reason barely overcoming her lustful thoughts. She didn't open the door, but instead asked, "It's so late, Kirito, what are you doing here?"
"It's like this, tomorrow Nanami-jie and I are both going to Professor Oak's summer camp. The laundry might be closed then, so I thought I'd bring the clothes you left with me in advance, so as not to cause any delay."
"Oh, I see..."
Hearing his reason, Delia subtly sighed in relief, but at the same time felt a little disappointed.
So, Kirito didn't come specifically for me?
She clearly remembered Kirito saying countless times that he dreamed of her... Feeling her cheeks flush, Delia cooled herself with the back of her hand, then got up and walked towards the living room door.
Looking on the bright side, at least tonight she could continue to enjoy Kirito's milk...
Thinking of this, her beautiful feet in slippers quickened their pace.
"Click..." The door opened.
Kirito appeared in Delia's line of sight.
He was still on the shorter side, but his well-proportioned figure looked exceptionally comfortable. His dark, messy hair fluttered in the wind, his deep eyes held a playful smile, and his handsome face seemed to glow faintly, attracting attention.
"Oh...? Kirito, you look quite good today~" Delia tilted her head, a strange feeling stirring within her.
"Auntie, you too, you're getting more and more beautiful~"
Delia was about to smile and nod,
"I really hope I can embrace Auntie and give her a good stir-fry..."
The smile on Delia's face froze. She instinctively wanted to scold him, but the scene Kirito described had already appeared in her mind, and she let out a soft hum, "Mmm..."
"Auntie, does this mean you agree?"
As soon as he spoke, Delia felt a blur before her eyes. Kirito was already close, his shorter height reaching just her shoulder.
"No, Kirito, don't say silly things..." Delia took half a step back, her two large mounds jiggling with her.
"What a pity, I thought Auntie was thinking the same thing as me..." Kirito slightly relaxed his offensive, taking out the clothes Delia had given him: "These are what Auntie gave me, but I ate something with Nanami-jie after returning today, so I didn't have time to wash them."
He was not in a hurry to conquer Delia, as with his current strength and various abilities, even if he were to forcefully take her, Delia would only fall into depravity afterwards.
What Kirito truly wanted to do was to make Delia gradually recognize her true feelings from a psychological perspective, thereby leading her into his embrace.
"Eh?" Delia glanced at the basket; the pink lace inside did not contain what she had hoped for.
"Then... Kirito, why don't you come in and use the restroom?"
She asked instinctively.
However, as soon as she asked, Delia regretted it.
To put it plainly, under the original circumstances, the 'transaction' between the two was tacitly understood.
From Delia's perspective, she 'pretended not to know' and put the original items into the basket, allowing Kirito to use them.
On the surface, she was 'Helping Hand' Kirito as an aunt, satisfying his desires.
But in reality, she was also satisfying herself through this method behind the scenes.
For a mature woman who had been widowed for many years, that special scent, especially with Kirito's unique ability, could instantly get her in the mood.
But now, her taking the initiative to speak had exposed her true needs.
Moreover, on a quiet night, inviting him into her home looked like a subtle hint no matter how you viewed it.
Kirito grinned. Under Delia's expectant yet timid gaze, he took out the underwear from the basket and held it in his mouth: "Then... Auntie, I'm going in~"
After speaking, he turned sideways and entered the door past Delia.
The already not-so-wide living room door successfully allowed the two to brush past each other.
A subtly throbbing sensation also brushed against Delia's side.
"Mmm..." Delia's heart trembled slightly. She quickly held onto the doorframe and turned slightly to make way.
However, this posture made it convenient for Kirito.
"Aunt Delia, your butt is very perky~"
He said, wrapping one arm around Delia's waist, pressing his entire body against hers.
"Ah...! Kirito, what are you doing?" Delia's mind reeled.
After the pervert points enhancement, Kirito was no longer the same as before. Although Delia had seen him before, the current contact through cloth and the visual impact were simply incomparable!
The scorching temperature that radiated from him made her legs feel weak.
A mist gradually formed in her clear, autumn-like eyes.
Kirito... he's behind me now... wh-what should I do... it feels like... I can't take it anymore...
Just as the scales in Delia's heart were about to tip and collapse, Kirito stepped back, voluntarily releasing her.
"The door is too narrow, I apologize for bumping into Auntie."
"N-no... it's fine."
Delia lowered her eyelids, her legs pressed together as she turned around, feeling a wave of disappointment.
Kirito took in her expression, placed the basket on the ground, and smiled slightly: "Although your mouth says no, Auntie's body is very honest..."
"I didn't..." Delia continued to deny.
Kirito didn't argue with her, reaching out his hand to Delia.
"Next time, Auntie should button up properly. If someone else sees, I'll be jealous."
"Huh?" Delia was startled, only then realizing that her third button had come undone at some point, and her deep cleavage revealed her fair skin under the light.
Kirito gently buttoned her up, inevitably touching her F-cup fullness during the process. Delia blushed and remained silent.
Although it was just a slight brush, it felt completely different from when she touched herself...
"Alright, I'm off to the restroom~"
Kirito grinned, released Delia, and turned to enter the restroom.
[Ding, Host has continuously teased Delia through words and actions, causing her to become flustered, gaining pervert points x1000!]
"Huh? That much?"
Kirito was about to pull out his 'thing' to pee when he was startled by the system sound.
He knew that filling Nanami's small mouth only yielded 2000, and that was by directly feeding her until she couldn't eat anymore.
Yet, with Delia, he just said two sentences, brushed her butt, and buttoned a button, and it was this much?
[Ding, pervert points acquisition will be adjusted based on the chosen target, and the degree of psychological subversion after the target is infected by perverted emotions...]
Seeing the system's prompt, Kirito's eyes flickered: "Does this mean... I should try to find women who are full of feminine virtues and make them beg for it?"
He grinned: "Very good, perverted enough, I like it."
...
While Kirito was tinkering in the restroom, Delia was sitting on the sofa, in a fierce internal struggle.
There was anticipation for the sweet pure essence, apprehension about Kirito being in her home, and a faint, nervous impulse...
She wrapped her arms around her chest, biting her finger with her pearly teeth, but her ears were listening to the sounds from the restroom, her thoughts drifting to who knows where.
"Aunt Delia, I'm done."
A moment later, Kirito emerged from the restroom.
Delia quickly stood up: "It's so late, it's not safe for you to go back. Why don't you stay here for the night?"
"Huh?" Kirito was stunned. He hadn't expected Delia to so naturally invite him to stay.
End of the chapter.