Mrs. Olivia's fingers tightened on her clipboard for a split second. She cleared her throat, her voice turning just a touch huskier. "Thank you, Arin. Now move along."
Arin walked past, counting silently in his head. As he followed the line, he pulled up his Daily Quest interface.
[ Daily Quest— Refreshes in 14h 11m ]
Q1. One compliment per unique MILF in a day (1/7).
Reward: 10 Skill Points | 750 EXP.
Q2. French Kiss a MILF.
Reward: 10 Skill Points | 500 EXP.
Q3. Hold hands with a MILF for 15 seconds.
Reward: 5 Skill Points | 250 EXP.
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The yoga room was a haven of quiet peacefulness. Polished wooden floors gleamed under the soft light filtering through long glass windows draped in warm yellow curtains. The walls were adorned with neatly hung posters showcasing flawless yoga poses.
She sat at the center of the room—girls on her right, boys on her left. She began with a simple diamond pose.
Arin had positioned himself closer to her, along with a few other eager students. "Okay, students," she said with a warm, inviting voice. "Twist and crack your backbones before we start."
"Got it, Ma'am!" the class chorused.
"Today's position is the Seated Forward Fold. Let me demonstrate first." She guided them step by step with graceful precision.
"Everyone clear?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am!" came the unified reply as they all began.
Arin, however, folded his legs first, deliberately shrinking the gap between him and her. He then extended his legs in a straight line, his toe brushing lightly against her fingers—she was seated in a perfect lotus position.
She shifted her hand away and turned her attention to the girls' progress.
'Perfect', Arin murmured to himself. That simple touch was all he needed to scan her status.
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Name: Olivia Styles
Age: 29
Desire: Be Dominated
Situation: Married, employed, bad sex life.
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As Arin stole glances at her, she turned toward the boys' side. Some struggled just to reach their feet, while others had already nailed it and beamed at her for approval. Arin played the middle ground—intentionally half-assing it.
She rose smoothly and began correcting postures one by one, her touch firm yet encouraging. Arin amped up his "struggle," baiting her closer.
She approached him, her expression sharpening. "Stop, Arin—you're doing it all wrong. Strengthen your legs first… and lean forward slowly."
He feigned zero improvement.
With a sigh, she placed her hands on his arms, adjusting his form with expert precision.
"Thanks for the help, Ma'am," Arin said smoothly.
The words hit her like a spark. Her body heated up in an instant, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Ma'am, you're the best teacher in our department," he added, pouring on the fuel.
Her core ignited with unexpected arousal, a fire she struggled to contain. Some students chimed in, echoing his praise. "Aww… thanks for the lovely words. I'm happy to hear that," she replied with a smile. But inside, she was burning.
'What is this feeling… again? Why is my body warming up like I need a cock inside my pussy right now? There's something wrong here. That Arin kid…'.
"Ma'am, you look great today!" one boy called out.
"Yes, Ma'am—you're stunning!" a girl agreed from the crowd.
"Ma'am, I love you, hehe…" another boy teased.
"Ma'am, your graffiti nails look amazing on you—not gonna lie," Arin complimented from behind her.
Her body reacted only to his words, the arousal spiking sharper than before.
'What's wrong with his voice? Why does it keep getting me so turned on?, I thought it was a coincidence at the door, but this is the third time. At this rate, if he compliments me again… No! I have to do something'.
"Students, today's yoga session is over. You can head back to your classrooms," she announced loudly and clearly.
"But Ma'am, there's still 15 minutes left!" a boy protested.
"Yeah, the period isn't over yet," a girl added.
"Your Ma'am just remembered some important work. Sorry, everyone."
Arin felt a pang of dissatisfaction, but shock froze him in place. She was staring right at him—side-eye sharp and piercing. He panicked, whipping his face toward the line as the class began to disperse.
'Shit… did I get caught? Damn it, I think i overdid the compliments. Fuck!'. He bit the inside of his cheek, lips curling into a silent curse as he shuffled toward the classroom.
Inside, the boys were already buzzing about Mrs. Olivia's abrupt dismissal. Arin slid into the conversation, nodding and laughing along, but every chuckle felt hollow. Deep down, he knew—he'd been made.
Two more painfully dull periods dragged by before the final bell rang. Arin slung his bag over his shoulder and headed straight for the shopping mall, determined to finish the first quest before the day expired.
Dusk bled across the sky, streetlights flickering to life one by one. The mall, as always, was a hunting ground packed with MILFs.
He spotted his first target almost immediately.
"Um… excuse me," Arin said, stepping forward with a warm, harmless smile, hands politely clasped. "I just wanted to say you look absolutely stunning today. Hope you have a wonderful evening."
"Aww, thank you, sweetheart," the woman replied, her smile bright and genuine. "You too!"
One after another, he moved through the crowd, disarming each MILF with the same polite charm.
Two… three… four… five…
On the sixth, fate decided to toy with him.
"Oh… hey, Aunt Jasmine," Arin said, forcing a neutral tone as recognition hit.
"Arin!" Her eyes lit up. "Fancy seeing you here." This time, strangely, no telltale heat flared in her gaze when their eyes met. She was… calm. Normal.
"Heading home from college?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Yeah," he answered, then let a sly smirk creep onto his lips. "By the way, Aunt Jasmine, you look incredible today."
The compliment struck like lightning. Her breath hitched; her thighs pressed together for a split second as a rush of warmth flooded her core.
"Th-thank you, Arin," she managed, cheeks faintly pink. "You doing some shopping too?"
He hadn't planned on it, but the opportunity was too perfect to waste.
"Sure," he said with an easy shrug. "Mind if I tag along?"
Side by side, they strolled through the mall like any ordinary aunt and nephew, except Arin's pulse thrummed with anticipation.
Meanwhile, Arin's mind was already racing ahead, crafting the perfect barrage of compliments that would melt her defenses.