Chapter 95 - 94: The Hole
"Ahnn... n-no," she moaned softly as Owen’s hands gently touched her wet panties.
"Look, it’s totally soaked. It’s really bad for your pussy to feel like this, Aunt. You need to remove them right now, or the village savior might smell something fishy on you."
"N-no, I don’t smell like that at all... ahnn..."
"Of course, Aunt, but it’s much better to show your perfect, unblemished pussy. It’s rude otherwise—what would the savior feel when he knows that you are secretly craving someone else’s cock?" Owen slowly slid down her soaked panties over her smooth thighs.
"Ahnn, you actually got a point... ahnn, but it feels so strange that it’s... not covered at all."
"No, it’s not strange. It’s even more perfect this way, Aunt."
"Ahnn, you are thinking so broadly... ahnn," her panties were completely removed as Owen’s hands moved swiftly and smoothly.
"Raise your feet for a moment, Aunt. I need to inspect your love juices to see if it smells."
"N-no! I don’t smell bad... so don’t tease me like that..." Morenne knew deep down that Owen was trying to convince her indirectly, but she just couldn’t prove it.
"Hoho... Look at this... it actually smells so nice." Owen lifted her panties and took a deep sniff. It was usually weird to sniff a pair of panties, but if it belonged to a hot MILF who had just taken a fresh bath, used her greatest perfume, and possessed her own unique female scent, then Owen certainly wouldn’t complain.
"D-don’t sniff them like that! It’s bad, you know..." She reached out and tried to steal her panties back from the grasp of the adventurer, but unfortunately for her, she wasn’t quick or tall enough to grab them.
"No, it’s not bad. Now let’s go outside. I will be confiscating these so you won’t wear them today." Owen shamelessly shoved the wet panties right into his deep pockets.
"Don’t do that! I won’t wear anything under my dress, so please don’t bring that with you..." she pleaded with him softly. Of course, the whole situation was weird.
"Hehe, that’s why I love you, Aunt. Okay, I will just put these panties of yours in the laundry hamper." Owen didn’t actually have that kind of weird taste; it was just his playful teasing to convince her... and since it was effective, there was no need for him to keep playing around with her underwear.
"What a silly Little Wen... heh, you are really something else..." She mumbled to herself while adjusting her lower dress. Walking around without any undergarments felt so weird, but at the same time, it was surprisingly refreshing.
"Then let me walk you out. We don’t have time to delay as the festival will begin soon." Both of them exited the simple house, acting completely normal as if nothing had happened inside.
It appeared to anyone watching to be just a usual, polite morning greeting from Little Wen, nothing more.
...
Morenne soon arrived at the crowded square, where bustling women were busy preparing decorations and placing sacred offerings around the small shrine. Off to the left stood a simple-looking house decorated with small statues, fresh flowers, and colorful ornaments.
The village grandma arrived shortly after, stepping up to stand directly at the center of the square. It was finally time for the main event to begin.
"Ahem! Good morning, my dear citizens! As of this moment, every woman here needs to officially register her name. It’s necessary so we can list down every single woman present..." The old woman reached over and grabbed a heavy wooden ballot box from the corner before lifting it high above her head for everyone to see.
"Your name written on the paper will be placed inside this ballot box that I’m holding. The savior will then randomly pick the names to avoid any biased judgment... though there is one exception to this rule, but I won’t tell you who it is." The old woman secretly wanted to spank the ass of that emotional crybaby, but it was hopeless—there was simply no helping it.
The old woman was relieved to see that there were no loud objections from the crowd regarding this special treatment, as arguing against it would be completely pointless.
All the women had waited eagerly for this special day, and complaining about a simple exception would be a dumb action. They were content to let pure luck decide who would be chosen second.
Though it was certainly unfortunate for whichever unlucky MILF ended up being picked last.
"Good! Now let’s proceed to explain the first event." The grandma smiled warmly after sensing the heated, eager eyes of all the gathering MILFs.
"It’s called ’The Hole.’ I won’t spoil the details for any of you or explain what kind of event it is just yet. You will find out for yourselves, anyway, when your turn arrives. It will officially begin at 1:00 PM, so make sure to prepare your water supplies and eat something fulfilling first. We don’t know what the future holds for us." The intense battle of female endurance would begin right here, so it was absolutely necessary for every woman to prepare for what she needed.
"Can I ask something, Grandma?" A busty MILF with gorgeous tan skin spoke up from the crowd. If anyone talked about being extraordinarily busty in this village, there was no denying that she was at the very top of the list.
She wore only a pair of short blue shorts and a very thin shirt that left her bra clearly visible—a bra featuring a wild tiger print design!
She was a wild MILF for sure, proven easily just by her striking looks and fit body... complemented by a long blonde ponytail and a stunning face that was in no way lesser than Arielle’s.
"What is it, Cindy?" the grandma asked, looking over at her.
"What is the next event, Grandma? I’m just very curious about what kind of event it will be, because it’s the first time as long as I can remember that a festival like this has ever occurred here..."
"Hahh, that’s simply because you were fast asleep when Grandma was talking to us yesterday!" A pink-haired, busty MILF standing nearby shook her head in mild annoyance at Cindy’s dumb question.
"My bad..." Cindy laughed weakly, scratching her cheek.