Reiner's next message popped up almost immediately.
Reiner: Lmao I'm just messing with you, bro. Tickets are free. Trust me on this one.
Arin narrowed his eyes at the screen. Free? Yeah, right. There was always a catch with Reiner.
After a few minutes of back-and-forth banter, the truth finally slipped out: one of their classmates, Jack, had bailed last-minute. The seats were already paid for, and they didn't want one to go to waste.
Arin: Okay… I'll be there on time. See ya.
He killed the stove flame; the food was perfectly reheated. Carrying the pan and two plates to the small dining table, he arranged everything with care.
The bathroom door clicked open right as he set down the last spoon. Jenny stepped out, cheeks glowing, wrapped in her favorite cream-colored towel. She looked calm and content on the surface, but Arin caught the faint flicker of hunger still smoldering in her eyes.
Hours slipped by in comfortable silence and shared bites. When dinner was done, Arin stood, leaned down, and delivered one last possessive slap to her still-tender, red ass.
*SMACK!*
"Good night, Ma'am," he murmured, satisfaction thick in his voice.
Jenny shivered, a small smile curving her lips.
"Good night, Arin…" she echoed, matching his tone perfectly.
He left her apartment with the echo of that smack still ringing in the air, the scent of warm food and warm bodies lingering behind him.
Arin flopped onto his bed and let a slow, smug smirk spread across his face.
The real reason nearly the entire class was mass-bunking tomorrow had nothing to do with "food poisoning" or "family emergencies." It was the 2:30 p.m. blockbuster screening of Eclipse, starring the legendary Robin Rough Sr.
Everyone wanted to catch that prime afternoon show right after lunch, which meant skipping the entire day of college to guarantee good seats.
"I'd bet money even some of the professors will mysteriously call in sick and show up at Auxmino theatre," he muttered, chuckling under his breath.
Still grinning, he flicked his fingers through the air and pulled up his translucent [STATS] window, giving it one last lazy glance before sleep dragged him under.
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NAME: Arin Aurante
DESIRE: MILF
RANK: F [ 50/100 ]
LEVEL: 5 [ 6000/8000 EXP ]
SKILL POINTS: 60
→ [Free Rare Skill Card guaranteed at Level 10]
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Morning 10:10AM.
Arin snapped awake, buzzing with energy.
He took a quick, satisfying morning dump, then threw together a thick peanut-butter toast breakfast, showered, and yanked open the window beside his desk. A wave of cold morning air sliced into the room, raising goosebumps on his bare arms.
The movie wasn't until 2:30 p.m., plenty of time.
He flicked his fingers and summoned the glowing [DAILY QUEST] window.
[ DAILY QUEST Refreshes in 14h 45m ]
Q1. Slap two MILF's asses (0/2). Reward: 5skill points | 1000EXP
Q2. Bite two MILF's lower lips (0/2). Reward: 5skill points | 1000EXP
Q3. Compliment two MILF's (0/2). Reward: 5skill points | 1000EXP
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Arin narrowed his eyes at the daily quests. "Wow… what a quest. It's like the system is watching my every step and tailoring the quests around it."
Arin rubbed his chin, weighing his options.
If things spiraled, he'd end up balls-deep in two different MILFs before noon, stumble into the 2:30 p.m. screening exhausted, and probably sleep through half the movie.
Or he could play it cool: a quick slap, a teasing lip-bite, a smooth compliment each, collect his rewards, and still walk into Auxmino fresh and wide awake for Robin Rough Sr.'s legendary performance.
Missing that afternoon show was not an option.
Arin slipped out of his room in grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, heading straight for Jasmine's door.
*knock-knock*
The door opened almost instantly. Jasmine stood there in a wine-colored sweater, purple cotton leggings that hugged every curve, and a matching purple beanie. She looked unfairly cute for ten in the morning.
"Hey, Aunt Jas… good morning," Arin said with an easy smile, stepping inside before she could answer.
"Good morning, Arin," she replied, casual as ever.
He dropped into the chair beside her work table. The room smelled like fresh roses; she'd clearly just sprayed air freshener. Jasmine turned back to the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables for breakfast.
"Already eaten?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Uh… not yet," Arin lied smoothly.
"Then I'll make enough for two," she said, flashing him a warm smile before returning to the chopping board.
*chop-chop-chop*
Arin's gaze locked onto the way her leggings stretched over her ass with every motion. Control lasted exactly three seconds. He rose silently, crept up behind her, and delivered a sharp, satisfying slap.
*SLAP!*
"Ah! Arin, quit it," she scolded, though her voice lacked any real bite.
"But Aunt Jas… that ass was begging for it," he whispered against her ear, giving both cheeks a possessive squeeze. "And damn, you look like a runway model in this outfit."
Heat flooded her face in an instant. "Hands off, pervert," she snapped, but the blush betrayed her.
He released her with a grin. "Fine, fine. What're you making, anyway?"
She went back to chopping onions. The sharp scent hit him immediately. Arin's eyes watered.
"It's a surprise. Now sit down and stop distracting me."
Arin retreated to the chair, scrolling through his phone while she finished cooking.
'What?… I thought he'd go further… grab my chest, pin me against the counter… but nothing? Tch. Whatever.' Jasmine thought, cheeks still burning.
Fifteen minutes later she set down two bowls of fragrant onion soup and golden toast.
"Yum," Arin groaned after the first bite.
Seeing him enjoy her food made her smile widen.
Halfway through the meal, Arin tilted his head.
"Aunt… you've got something on your lip. Looks like onion skin."
"Huh?" She brushed her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Still there," he said innocently.
She tried again. "Now?"
"Nope. Here, lean in. I'll get it."
Trusting, she leaned forward. The second she did, Arin cupped her chin, stole a quick kiss, and gently bit her plush lower lip before pulling back.
Jasmine jerked away, eyes wide. "You little—"
"Hehe. Anything for you, my lady," he answered with a shameless smirk.
After finishing breakfast with Jasmine, Arin stood, stretched lazily, and delivered one final playful smack to her jiggly ass while she was distracted with the dishes.
"Gotta run, Aunt Jas. College stuff suddenly came up," he lied with a wink before slipping out.
He strode down the corridor, hands in his hoodie pockets, a bounce in his step.
It was barely past 11:00 a.m. now; still tons of time before the 2:30 p.m. Eclipse screening.
First, though, he wanted to see Jenny again. Last night had been fun, but morning Jenny always had that freshly-woken, soft, needy vibe he couldn't resist.
Room 4-A was only a few doors down.
He reached her doorstep, turned the handle; locked.
Click. Click.
Locked from the outside.
Arin frowned, knocking twice. No answer. The hallway was dead quiet.
…Jenny wasn't there.