Chapter 118 - 117: Bunny Costume
He wouldn’t let the opportunity pass to make his own life much easier. Plugging those items into them would help him greatly when it came to taming the MILFs throughout the village.
[You shitty host...]
"Yes, I’m shitty, Emy, so please bear with me." His sarcasm was really making the processor of the system heat up to its limit. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how easy it was to get a reaction out of it.
[Don’t ask stupid questions... host.]
"Obviously. So how about you give me the list of the sex toys and vibrators on sale?" He wiped the excess water from his face, leaning in closer as if waiting for a shop screen to pop up right in front of his eyes.
[...]
The system was completely speechless. There were no better words that could describe the man... he was shameless beyond measure.
"Ahh, what a good bath... and a shopping spree." Owen stood up, feeling refreshed after browsing the neverending types of tools he could use for the next session.
He bought some stuff such as vibrators, dildos, and some cuffs.
It’s kinda weird, but it’s necessary for a savior to have such weapons in his arsenal.
"Time to wear this Bunny costume..." Owen went straight to bed and wore his costume, while his cock was as visible as it can get... one of his freedoms is that he can remove the lower part of the bunny costume when it’s hot, as long as he will cover his head.
Too bad he can’t kiss a MILF now, but it’s not really a problem for him.
’Hmm, it’s not bad... it’s time for the night phase of the baptism.’ Owen opened the door, accepting the MILF in charge to take the first one.
"Good evening, savior..." A MILF stood at the front door, wearing a simple box with a stoic face written on it.
It’s like one of those famous paper bag costumes back on Earth, while she didn’t even wear a single piece of clothing to cover her busty figure.
The plump melons that are flesh-pink at the very tip and the areola—truly tits to be savored.
A pink pussy with well-trimmed private hair that’s formed into the art of a triangle, and the busty ass that made Owen gulp hard.
’Hail, there is no doubt that seeing the body of the MILF rather than just the raw pussy is a total knockout...’ He was mesmerized by the beauty of the MILF right in front of him.
He doesn’t know the identity of the MILF, which made him excited.
"Come inside, my devotee... don’t be shy and show me your beautiful body closely." Owen gestured for her to enter.
’Damn, even moving is like a great show for me!’ Owen saw how her tits move up and down, as if asking for him to go straight to the main dish without looking for the appetizer.
"Okay, please bear with me, Savior... I’m quite clumsy." She stopped in front of him, while her eyes were drilling into the long divine cock.
She finally saw the real deal, in the flesh... not the small purple-hued twig, but instead a pink flesh that’s filled with thick veins. There’s no need for her to ask; that’s the real deal... the real cock that she’s looking for.
"Is this your first time seeing this?" Owen guided her hands, gently stroking his cock with her soft, delicate palms...
’Ahh, this is the best... I prefer this mystery box to the hole, no doubt about it.’ Owen would choose this kind of mode for him to really enjoy the thrill of baptism.
Though there’s a great risk of his identity getting leaked, so it’s only available during the night. He can simply use the lights-off mode and then ram his cock without restraint, compared to lights-on where he needs to control himself.
"Y-yes, savior... I heard the loud sounds from my friends, so I had high expectations, but I didn’t expect that it would be this big..." Her hands worked as if made for the great stroking of the divine cock.
"Heh, so how about you tell me about your problems now?" Owen needs to do his catch-up talk.
"Uhmm, it’s the same as the others, savior... my husband is so small, barely a 2-inch meager size, and he’s also limp..."
"Well, that’s really a problem, so how about we start the deed on the bed for now? I know you want the passionate lovemaking that you wanted from your husband..." Owen guided her, walking behind her while her hands kept working.
Of course, he didn’t miss the opportunity to lift the heavenly tits from the bottom, fondling the two mounds of marshmallows for him to enjoy.
’My fifth milk producer for my future MILK company. It’s really great to have these kinds of mounds... creating a liter of MILK from these tits alone is possible...’ Owen was already counting the chicks even though the eggs were not ready to hatch... though it’s not eggs, so it’s okay.
It’s tits, so he just needs to pump his seeds, and voilà, he can enjoy the MILK in a few months.
"Ahn.. ahn... yes, savior, thank you for guiding this clumsy woman to your baptism..."
"It’s my job, my devotee. You don’t have to think about it much... I know what the pent-up feelings of the women I need are, so it’s easy for me, and I’m the savior, after all..." Both sat on the corner of the bed, Owen positioned at her back.
His fingers had already found their location, one hand enjoying the softness of her tits while the other was slowly rubbing her clitoris.
He circled her peak with steady, deliberate movements to build up the heat between her thighs. The woman let out a low, shaky gasp, her upper body relaxing into his chest as the sensation began to spread throughout her body.
"Mmm... Savior, that feels... ahn... so warm..." she whispered, her hands resting softly over his arms as he continued to tease her sensitive core.
Owen leaned closer to her ear, his mask keeping his face hidden while he kept up the steady rhythm.
"Just relax and let your body accept everything I give you tonight. This is only the beginning of your true salvation." He pushed his fingers a little firmer against her wet flesh, feeling her tremble with growing anticipation.