Chapter 71 - 72: Tsundere MILF
Owen grabbed the ropes, one on each side, as he craned his head upward to look at the gorgeous MILF.
"Auntie... how did you get up there?" Owen asked, though it was just a lie, as he already knew the truth from the system.
The short, emerald-haired MILF standing before him had escaped the whole ordeal going on at the meeting hall just to see him, a woman whom the protagonist had treated almost like a second mother.
Arielle and Stella were very close with each other, making Stella the second MILF Owen had pursued back when he was still playing the game.
She was a busty woman who moaned incredibly loudly under the shade of the house, always trying to hide from the peering eyes of his mother.
"Hmph, bad! You are bad, Wen! Calling me your ’Auntie ’, do you not love me anymore?" she said, her expression turning into a pout like a spoiled kid.
She was incredibly cute when she acted like a spoiled brat, especially knowing that underneath it all, she was a busty sucker for cocks.
Obviously, Owen wasn’t going to complain. Another perfect MILF was on her way to the Garden of Eden.
"...." Owen couldn’t immediately find the words, as she was boldly demanding much better treatment!
"Hmph, bad Wen," she said, turning her head away while her eyes secretly darted back to gauge his reaction.
"Of course, I love you, Big Sis Stell." He really needed to play along with the tsundere MILF right in front of him.
The MILFs in this village were a handful, but she was definitely going to be a top-tier cocksucker for sure.
"H-hmph... I’m still mad," she said, though her mouth was almost grinning. Stella exerted all her self-control to maintain her pout.
’You’re really handsome now, Wen. You were a cute little boy back then, but now you’re a fully mature man. How fast time passes.’ She recalled the cute, shy boy who used to hide behind his mother’s thighs, only taking small peeks at her.
Stella always visited Arielle; it was just this past week that she had been busy with some chores at her own home. That was the real reason she was pouting at Arielle in the meeting hall for keeping the good news to herself.
"So, what can I do to quench that anger, Big Sis?" Owen stood up and looked into her face.
She looked absolutely perfect standing in the shade of the grand tree, her emerald hair and eyes glistening as the stray sunbeams hit them.
"Hmph, why did you not tell me that you had come back? I miss you a lot, you know?" Her eyes didn’t betray her; Owen could feel her burning longing.
It was like a blinding light in the middle of nowhere as she looked at the boy she was so incredibly fond of.
"I’m sorry for that, Big Sis. I had just arrived the other day." Owen didn’t really have a good excuse, considering he had spent his time wandering around the village making dirty little secrets with his best friends!
"You are bad. How are you going to compensate me, hmmm, Wen?" Her eyes scanned his face.
She had already heard the good news from the others, which was why she had gone full throttle just to find him.
"Hoh... how about we have a long, lovely conversation? That’s the only way I can pay you back if you want. I can give you something more." He left the last part unsaid, knowing it was better to keep those words at bay for now.
Regarding the dirty little secrets he shared with Morenne and Pamela, both women had agreed to keep them strictly confidential until Owen gave his permission.
He didn’t want to get caught by those pitiful husbands due to idle village gossip! Though those men were short, they possessed sharp noses and ears for sniffing out trouble.
Owen didn’t want anything slipping up while he was still working his butt off to slowly build a solid foundation. As for Arielle, she was far too greedy and selfish to share that kind of information with anyone else, so he didn’t need to worry about her.
’W-what?.. A lovely conversation... Wen and I are under the tree. I-it’s a date, right?!’ Her thoughts went wild.
Wen’s proposal was exactly what she desired most, but she forced herself to stay composed.
"H-hmph, that’s not enough! Oh, how about I sit on the swing, and you push the ropes? That should be good compensation for not visiting me." Her eyes were clearly begging, even though she acted tough, since it was her only leverage to catch up with him.
"That’s not a bad idea, Big Sis, but don’t you think it’s still a bit lacking?"
"Then what else can you offer...?"
"How about you sit on my lap?"
Her eyes darted from left to right as her heart beat faster, completely spinning out of control. It felt as if Truck-kun had just hit her head.
"T-that’s... not bad." Her cheeks slowly turned a deep pink as she imagined herself sitting on his lap.
Stella’s confidence was waning, even though she had prepared herself for this day. She had truly missed Wen for a very long time.
That was the real reason she was so mad that he hadn’t informed her of his arrival.
Morenne and Pamela had been flaunting the fact that Owen had visited them, forcing her to blitz through the entire village to catch up. She couldn’t bear to be the only one left out; if Owen wasn’t going to visit her, then she would simply hunt him down.
Stella was the certified tsundere MILF of the village, like a domestic cat that wanted to be teased but was too shy to express her true inner thoughts.
The best kind of tsundere MILF the world could offer.
"Then how about you tell me what happened after you left the village, Wen? I want to hear something good." She slowly moved her body, positioning herself comfortably right onto his lap.
’I-it’s... happening. I’m actually sitting on Wen’s lap...’ Her delusions were reaching an all-time peak.
As for Owen, he slowly propelled his feet against the ground, giving just enough force to make the swing sway gently.
"Hmm, didn’t Aunt Morenne and Auntie Pam inform you, Big Sis?" Owen asked, barely holding his cock back from rising right into place. It was like a vampire about to wake up from its slumber, having caught the scent of luxurious, top-tier blood.
Though this blood definitely wasn’t red.