The message had been sent exactly twenty-five hours ago.
Today was the day.
Yet no matter how many times Arin repeated that to himself, the knot in his stomach refused to loosen.
"Haah… I should get some rest," he muttered, rubbing his tired eyes. "But I already slept for two straight days. How much more do I need?".
His gaze drifted across the room and settled on Jasmine. She was hunched over her laptop again, the soft glow of the screen painting gentle shadows across her mature, beautiful face. Even in a simple house dress, she looked unfairly alluring.
With a quiet sigh, Arin turned away and finally opened the system interface he had ignored for two whole days.
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NAME: Arin Aurante
DESIRE: MILF
RANK: F [20/100]
LEVEL: 4 [4000/6000 EXP]
SKILL POINTS: 75
→ [Free Rare Skill Card guaranteed at Level 10]
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[Daily Quest – Refreshes in 13h 12m]
Q1. Slap a MILF once.
Reward: 5 skill points | 1000 EXP
Q2. Bite the lower ear of a MILF.
Reward: 5 skill points | 500 EXP
Q3. Squeeze the breasts of a MILF.
Reward: 5 skill points | 500 EXP
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Arin quietly slipped out of bed and padded toward the bathroom. After washing his face and relieving himself, he returned to find Jasmine still typing away—copying handwritten notes into a digital file for work.
"Hey, Aunt… what are you doing?" he asked, voice soft and warm.
"Just some office work," she answered without looking up, fingers flying across the keys. "I wrote everything on paper earlier. Now I have to transfer it all manually."
Arin stepped closer, leaned down, and gently bit the soft lobe of her ear.
*Chomp*
The little bite barely registered on her, but the system pinged instantly.
[Quest 2 – Bite the lower ear of a MILF – COMPLETED]
[+5 skill points | +500 EXP]
"Arin… stop that. Not now, I'm working," she scolded lightly, though her voice lacked any real bite.
"I know, Aunt…" He smiled against her skin. "But you look so sexy when you're focused. I can't help it."
The compliment hit her like a spark. A hot flush raced through her body, nipples stiffening beneath her thin dress. Before she could recover, Arin's hands slid forward and boldly squeezed her full breasts.
Squeeze… squeeze…
"Ahhn~". A sweet, helpless moan escaped her lips.
[Quest 3 – Squeeze the breasts of a MILF – COMPLETED]
[+5 skill points | +500 EXP]
[Current EXP: 5000/6000 | Total Skill Points: 85]
Arin chuckled, noticing how her typing speed suddenly doubled. He leaned in again and whispered, "Hehe… Aunt, you're typing faster now?"
He nipped her ear once more for good measure.
*Chomp*
"Ahh~" Another soft moan, louder this time.
"You're so cute when you moan like that," he teased, voice low and seductive.
Jasmine froze.
Then, without warning, she stood up, grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him down into her chair.
"Eh?" Arin blinked, confused.
She dropped to her knees and crawled under the desk, warm breath already ghosting over his thighs.
"Since you're so eager to 'help' your aunt," she murmured, voice husky, "why don't you finish my work for me?"
"B-But—"
Any protest died the moment her fingers hooked into his boxers and tugged them down.
His cock sprang free—only half-hard from watching her—but the instant the air hit it, it surged upward with terrifying speed and power. It slapped against her cheek with a meaty thud, forcing her head back slightly from the impact.
Both of them stared in shock.
It was… massive.
Thicker, longer, veins bulging angrily along the shaft, the musky masculine scent rolling off it in waves. It looked nothing like the cock she had worshipped just days ago.
"W-What happened to my dick…?" Arin stammered, voice trembling.
Jasmine's eyes glittered with lust and just a flicker of concern. "I… have no idea… But it looks like a real man's cock now."
She licked her lips, wrapped her fingers around the base (they didn't even meet), and tried to take him into her mouth.
It fit perfectly, stretching her jaw, filling every inch of space with hot, throbbing meat.
"Mmmph… mmmph… chuu…". She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head, staring in awe.
'Those pills… it has to be the side effect. God, it's beautiful. I should give him more—no, no, that could be dangerous for his health…'
The brief flash of guilt vanished the instant she remembered how relentlessly he'd ruined her ass just days ago. A fresh gush of slick heat soaked her thighs, and every rational thought melted away.
While she was lost in thought, still holding his shaft, Arin suddenly bucked his hips and pushed himself back into her waiting mouth.
"Gwak—!"
"Aunt," he said calmly, fingers already tapping at the keyboard, copying text exactly as she'd instructed, "I'm doing your work now. Nothing in this good comes free."
His cock throbbed against her tongue, heavy and demanding, as the sound of rapid typing and muffled, wet slurps filled the quiet room.
"Mmmph… nnnnnngh…"
Minutes bled together. Jasmine finally pulled off with a filthy, wet pop, strings of saliva bridging her swollen lips to the angry purple head, only to plunge back down immediately, taking him even deeper. Her throat fluttered desperately around the fat crown.
"Gluk… gluuuuuuurk—!"
Yet Arin only frowned, staring at the screen as he copied another paragraph.
'…Something's wrong,' he muttered under his breath. "It feels… numb. Like it hasn't even warmed up yet. Aunt has been sucking me forever and it's still not enough.'
"GLUK—! GLUUUUUURK—!"
Her head moved faster now, messy and frantic, drool bubbling at the corners of her stretched lips and dripping in thick rivulets onto the floor.
Ten full minutes of relentless worship, and still nothing. No twitching, no precum, or even the faintest sign of climax. His cock stood harder than steel, thicker than her wrist, longer than anything human had a right to be, yet it refused to yield.
Jasmine's eyes glazed over with obsession.
'This monster… it's so fat, so impossibly hard… I can't think about anything else. Only this cock… only Arin's perfect cock…'
With a muffled, desperate whine she dove again, forcing every inch down her convulsing throat until her nose mashed against his pelvis.
Arin exhaled slowly, feeling only the faintest sparks of pleasure after minutes of brutal face-fucking.
When her soft hands finally cupped his heavy, churning balls and began to massage them in slow circles, a low groan escaped him at last.
"Getting somewhere… but still not enough," he said, smirking down at the top of her bobbing head.
"Aunt, a normal blowjob isn't going to cut it anymore. Be creative. I'm almost done with your typing."
The words were like a challenge.
Jasmine's eyes flashed with stubborn, lust-drunk fire. She was not giving up this easily.
She pulled off just long enough to gasp for air, spit glistening on her chin, then attacked again with twice the ferocity.
Both hands wrapped around the slick shaft, jerking in perfect sync with her sucking mouth. She twisted, pumped, and hollowed her cheeks until her jaw ached, tongue lashing wildly along every bulging vein.
*Jyuuururururu— Jyuuupo—jyuuupo—GLUK—GLUK—GLUK!*
Her throat bulged obscenely with each thrust, mascara beginning to run in black streaks down her flushed cheeks, yet still she refused to stop.
She would make this monstrous cock surrender, no matter what it took.