Chapter 70: Stella
"That’s good to hear, young man. It’s best to enjoy life with tranquility... you are learning, hahah!" He was happy, seeing that the young man was a good-hearted youth who appreciated nature.
Unknown to him... The good-hearted man right in front of him had already planned ahead, helping him out to satisfy his pent-up, busty wife.
It was another job for a hardworking man like Owen...perhaps becoming a grape farmer and winemaker in the near future.
"Yes, but not as much as you, Uncle. I guess I need to come here from time to time." Owen smiled wickedly... It wasn’t a bad thing.
It was a splendidly good thing, as he would learn more from the man... and help the one who needed help.
"That’s good to hear, young man! It’s much appreciated, as life here gets quite bland at some points." The man felt even happier... Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to see such a young enthusiast in this day and age.
Just like the husband of Morenne, he liked a young, hot-blooded, adventurous boy... Unfortunately, he only possessed a meager twig and had trouble dealing with it.
His wife hadn’t been able to bear the child they both dreamed of because of his weaker power output... His fuel bar had a bit of a problem, making that endeavor quite hard.
Both he and his lovely wife wanted to see a young, healthy boy playing around with them on the farm. A tranquil life with a happy family... Too bad for him, but he wouldn’t give up, as he kept working on it from time to time with his wife.
Maybe in the future, she would bear what he dreamed of.
Well... She literally would in the near future. And his life would be complete. A grape farm, a young boy, and a lovely wife make a perfect life in the village. The only question was... whose child it would actually be.
’That’s good, Uncle... While you are busy squeezing the grapes, I’ll be busy squeezing the melons.’ Owen smiled at the man’s agreement while cooking up a wicked plan inside his head.
Owen was a good man, after all, and he was the savior.
..
The grape harvest went by in a jiffy. Nothing significant happened after that, just some random conversation about this and that, completely draining the time until it was almost noon.
’I don’t think that meeting is going to end anytime soon... All those MILFs must be arguing over who is going to take the first sip,’ Owen chewed on some grapes as he said goodbye to the pitiful, marked man.
He couldn’t escape the inevitable, as the savior was ready to save the fruit and taste it.
"Hah... I don’t have any plans today. It’s so peaceful. I want to receive that blowjob again." Owen’s destination was a famous tree from the game, located in a very nice spot.
A solitary tree in the middle of the vast, green plains...perfect for a picnic and fucking. It was the treehouse where carnal pleasures had happened with a certain MILF... though only in the game. Owen still wanted to walk over and see the place; it wasn’t bad to wander around and get to know the wonderful spots.
As of now, Owen had explored the village wishing well, the golden grains, and the barn where the dirty little secret between Owen and Morenne took place.
He met at the lake where he saw Pamela...and their home where the carnal desires of a pent-up MILF showed in the kitchen. There was the grape farm he had just visited, and now, the tree house.
It might be called a village, but it was big enough for him to enjoy all kinds of amazing scenery. He still had many places to explore... So Owen was excited to discover more of the world, specifically this village.
’Hmm... But is this place limited only to the village? ’Owen was curious to know if his boundaries were strictly limited, just like in the game...
Ding!
[ The host is free to do whatever you want, so explore to your heart’s content. ]
"Hoh... but isn’t that a vague answer, System? It didn’t really answer my question, though..."
The sudden appearance of the system somewhat surprised him... Too bad it wasn’t clear. Still, he simply swatted away the thought.
What was the point? It wasn’t very important, and he had countless MILFs to tame... Plus, he was living a good life, so why would he risk his safety on dangerous adventurous endeavors?
It wasn’t like he was in an action-fantasy novel or something.
Owen stopped his endless train of thought as he finally arrived at the big tree.
"Whoah, there’s even a swing. What a great place." Owen nodded his head again and again, thoroughly satisfied. It was a perfect place for a date and a dirty deed without a second thought.
"I should bring Mom here in the future... this tree will become the holy tree," he promised himself as he imagined the position he would put Arielle in.
"Ahh... I need to stop for now. My buddy is already roaring again." He nudged the rock-solid pole between his thighs.
If Owen were a vulgar man, his buddy would already be out for everyone to see. Thankfully, he still kept his dignity, even if he was shameless.
"Ahh... I hope someone is here." Owen raised his head, looking up into the branches of the tree... But what he saw was an otherworldly beauty smiling down at him.
"Hehe... what a young boy. What are you doing here, Wen?" a woman, or more specifically, a MILF, said while looking at him with amusement. Her almost-son, Owen, had finally come back to the village!
Ding!
Name: Stella
Age: 35 years old
Level of Affection: Special Interest 41/100
Current Feeling: Overjoyed
[Note: Stella followed you stealthily after seeing you...she ditched the whole meeting just to see you! ]
Owen wasn’t able to formulate another thought before she pushed herself off the ropes of the swing.
"Hehe... look how much you’ve grown, my Wen. But I’m angry, you know?" Stella made the swing move in a steady rhythm, making Owen forget his thoughts entirely as if he were about to fly!