She clutched Arin with both arms, refusing to let even a breath of space come between their lips.
*Slurp… Slurp…*
*Plap… plap… plap…*
Their tongues twisted and danced inside each other's mouths, greedily claiming every inch. Arin's hands slid upward, cupping her heavy breasts before he caught both nipples between his fingers and squeezed.
*Squeeze… Squeeze…*
"Mmph… mmph…!". She tried to speak, but the words melted into muffled moans against his mouth.
'Heh… her mind is still screaming no, but her body's already mine. The system really did a perfect job corrupting her. I fucking love this,' Arin gloated silently.
Finally, he broke the kiss with a wet "mwah".
"Aunty… did you want to say something?" he teased, lips curling into a wicked smile.
"Y… ye—"
*PLAP!*
"Anhh~<3"
"What was that? I didn't catch it," he whispered, thrusting deep again.
"P-please… sto—"
*PLAP!*
"ANNHH~<3"
Every time she tried to protest, Arin drove into her harder, deeper, crushing her will beneath raw pleasure.
'This boy is dangerous… That monster between his legs won't even let me finish a sentence. I've already crossed the line with my young neighbour… There's no going back now. God, please forgive me…'
Aunt Jasmine surrendered completely in her heart.
"A-Arin… I'm—"
*PLAP!*
"AHHHNNN~<3"
"I already know you're a slut, Aunty. Tell me something new," he grinned, voice dripping with filth.
"I… I'm cumming…"
"ANNNHHHH~<3<3"
Her walls clenched around him as she came, thighs snapping shut and locking around his waist like a vice, pulling him impossibly deeper.
Arin didn't stop. He pounded her even harder.
*Plap-plap-plap-plap!*
"How dare you cum before me, Aunty? That's disrespectful," he growled, staring straight into her glassy eyes.
"Hehe…" She gave him a sinful, dazed smile.
"Looks like I need to teach you some manners, Aunt Jas."
*SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!*
His palm cracked against her ass, leaving bright red handprints.
"Anhh~ Harder…!"
*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!*
Minutes of brutal thrusting later, Arin felt the heat coiling at his base.
"Get ready for your bath, Aunty… I'm gonna paint you white."
The moment the words left his mouth, her arms flew to his neck and her legs clamped around his waist like iron shackles, refusing to let him pull out even an inch.
Arin's eyes widened in panic.
"Auntie, what are you— I'm close! Let go or you'll get pregnant!"
"No… hehe" she answered with a dreamy, lust-drunk giggle.
"So you want my baby that badly, huh?"
"No… hehe"
"Then let go!"
He tried to pry himself free, but it was useless. Her thighs, surprisingly powerful, held him like a python crushing its prey.
"Fuck… I can't escape these legs!"
"Nuh-uh"
"F-fuck… Aunty, I'm—"
*SPLUUUUURT!*
"ANNNHHHH~<3<3<3"
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb. Her entire body trembled violently, eyes rolling back, jaw clenched as waves of ecstasy consumed her.
'His hot cum is flooding me… I haven't felt this full in years. God, I can feel every thick pulse deep inside… I'm completely stuffed with this boy's seed…' she thought, drowning in bliss.
Finally, her legs loosened. Arin collapsed beside her, chest heaving. Their eyes met again; this time she gave him the softest, most affectionate smile.
He slowly pulled out. A thick river of white leaked from her swollen folds, soaking the bedsheets.
"Aunt Jas…" he whispered, voice hoarse. "Why…?"
She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and smiled tenderly. "Don't worry… I'll get Plan B today… but next time you can fill me whenever you want".
Arin let out a satisfied sigh, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he drifted into deep, peaceful sleep.
He was a chronic late riser; on normal days his eyes wouldn't open before eleven. Yet today, for the sake of this plan, he had dragged himself out of bed at dawn. The sudden change wrecked his usual rhythm, leaving him drowsy and heavy-limbed even before the sun climbed high.
Still, the hour-long, relentless pounding he'd given Jasmine had drained him in the sweetest way possible. For the first time, he'd tasted the forbidden thrill of conquering a real MILF, and the satisfaction lulled him into the deepest sleep he'd had in weeks.
Three hours later…
"Arin… Arin, wake up…"
A gentle voice, soft and laced with worry, pulled him from the darkness.
Blink… blink…
"Wake up, arin…"
Jasmine gently shook his shoulder, her brows knitted. "You were burning up. I checked your forehead and got scared."
Only then did Arin fully take in his surroundings. He was snugly wrapped in a warm blanket, dressed once again in the exact hoodie and pants he'd worn when he arrived—as though he had never stripped bare and fucked her senseless just hours earlier.
He vaguely remembered passing out the second his head hit the pillow; everything after the creampie was a blank. She must have cleaned him up, dressed him, and tucked him in while he slept like the dead.
His phone sat neatly on the bedside table beside a little vase holding a single plastic rose, everything arranged with quiet, almost tender care.
He pushed himself up slowly, still groggy. Jasmine had already prepared breakfast and carried it in on a tray: steaming vegetable soup, fluffy rice, and a fresh side salad.
His stomach growled like a caged beast the moment the aroma hit him.
Sniff… sniff…
He attacked the food with the ferocity of a starving man. Jasmine settled into the chair across from the bed, chin resting on her hand, watching him with the gentlest smile.
"How is it, Arin?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
"Mmm—insanely delicious, Aunt Jas," he answered between mouthfuls, mirroring her warmth with a sleepy, grateful grin.
When the bowls were scraped clean, Arin stood, gathered the tray, and headed for the kitchen before she could protest.
"Let me, please," she tried, but he was already at the sink, sleeves rolled up, washing everything with quick, practiced motions.
"Thanks for feeding me, Aunt Jas. Seriously… I loved it," he said, flashing her another smile over his shoulder.
Sunlight poured through the living-room window, golden rays spilling across the table and floor, bathing Jasmine's face in soft, warm light. She sat there quietly, basking in it, looking almost ethereal.
Arin dried his hands, grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and walked toward the front door.
He paused at the threshold, glanced back at her serene figure framed by the morning glow, and gave her one last lingering smile before stepping out.
"Bye, Aunt Jas… and thanks again for the meal," he said softly, voice still carrying that playful edge.
Click.
The door closed behind him with a gentle thud.
Arin slipped his key into his own front door, and stepped inside. The familiar silence of his empty house greeted him. He kicked off his shoes, and dropped into his study chair with a tired but triumphant sigh.
Barely a second later,
*TING!*
A sharp notification cut through the stillness.
He pulled out his phone and glanced at the status bar.
One new message on X-Chat, from an unknown number.
His brow furrowed.
He tapped it open.
A single one-time photo waited for him.
He pressed it.
The image loaded.
Arin's eyes shot wide open.