Chapter 67: Then I’m Going To Insert It Slowly, Mom
’I-I must be crazy... doing a deed with my son when the day is just starting. Morning sex! Bad (but the best) morning sex!’ Arielle thought as her body reached its limit.
She had already accepted that things like this would happen.
Today was the day... the glorious day of how loud her moans could be when her lovely son shoved that twelve-inch-long divine cock inside her.
It was really true... If two people were fated, then everything else didn’t matter.
So yeah, a mother and son having a fucking session in the kitchen was fate.
The greatest fateful encounter ever in history.
"Then I’m going to insert it slowly, Mom," Owen spoke with fervor...
The time was finally about to come! Three days after arriving in this new world, it was finally time to harvest! How fast things could be.
Well, Owen had really tended his garden for three straight days... and he was about to reap the rewards of his effort and hard labor.
"O-okay..." What was the point of being shy? She had already shown him everything.
So why not enjoy and savor the moment? Finally... After countless days of being lonely, she would finally find the big piece she had been missing.
’Time to eat, my buddy!’ Owen roared in his mind. He would become a true man now.
Owen was just about to shove it in when shit happened again!
Right when he was about to pluck the fruit, another voice rang out, interrupting the harvesting process once more.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Crybaby Arielle, where are you? We need your presence now!" The voice of the grandma reverberated, making Arielle flinch.
She forgot about everything else, moving as fast as a sports car.
Owen didn’t even manage to shove his cock before she completely disappeared from her current position!
’Hell! What is wrong with this shit... I freaking don’t know, but hell, it keeps repeating again and again!’ Owen could only hold his buddy.
Too bad the boiling blood went straight back to his stomach. It was like fate was teasing him non-stop.
[Heh... It’s because you always act like a shameless bastard. This world needs a savior, not a freaking villain. ]
Owen’s face cracked at the text written on the blue screen in front of his eyes...
He didn’t have any doubt anymore; the system was a really strange one. But that wasn’t the issue right now, as Arielle was already at the front door with a flustered face.
It was hopeless to harvest the fruit anymore. Arielle adjusted her clothes and opened the door.
Sniff... sniff... sniff...
The grandma sniffed the air like an expert detective ready to solve a case.
She could smell a deed... a case that had happened not too long ago. An hour, maybe a minute...
"G-good morning, Grandma. I woke up late..." Arielle said as she brushed her hair back. She was flushed so red that she was a total mess right now. Arielle had really wanted to get her fruit harvested... But she couldn’t forget the face of terror or getting her ass slapped for being spoiled!
She had cried countless times, so the terrifying face of the grandma standing before her was already drilled into her mind.
The grandma might be old, but she was a terror.
"Sniff... I can smell something... sniff..." She sniffed again, forcing Arielle to step outside and close the door behind her.
Creak... Bang!
Owen was left behind in the kitchen, holding his dear buddy.
....
"W-what are you talking about, Grandma? Hehe... let’s go now! I think we need to make today a productive day!" Arielle shifted the old woman’s attention, gently pushing her away because she was sniffing so hard.
Arielle was trying to distract the investigator; Grandma must not know what had almost happened!
Arielle completely forgot that she was radiating the intense aura of a savior.
"I’ve already called you countless times, you crybaby Arielle! Now let’s go. I don’t know why it smells good, but let’s forget about that because all the women are already present," Grandma said. Her old age was really catching up to her, as her sense of smell was slowly waning.
Arielle heaved a sigh of relief after hearing what the grandma said... Thankfully, she was safe, for now.
"O-okay..." Both of them slowly walked away, disappearing from view.
.....
"Heck... if this were a novel, the readers would have already flipped tables over the countless cliffhangers happening around every corner." Owen imagined reading a book and throwing a table off the other side of a mountain out of sheer frustration from the non-stop interruptions.
First with Morenne, his aunt, and now his mother, Arielle! It was just like those novels with plot armor, or those shitty stories where the power of friendship overturns a villain who trained for 10,000 years just to be defeated miserably.
Though... It was a bit different from the situation he was in now... It felt more or less the same.
Plot armor strikes again.
"Hah... I don’t have a choice. It’s Grandma, after all. I don’t want my thing to get sliced off..." Owen shivered as he thought about what would happen to him if that granny ever got angry.
Well... It was widely known that the "Unknowns" were the most dangerous things... Obviously, according to the novels he read.
As of now, Owen was clueless about the grandma; he knew absolutely nothing about her true presence, so he just needed to restrain his buddy.
Otherwise, he might mess up the big bucks quest.
Ding!
[At least you’ve got some brains, host... You just need to take matters slowly. ]
Owen was surprised to see the system appear right in front of his face without any prior announcement.
"So, the festival will really play a big role, huh..." Owen contemplated his thoughts. So, it was just a minor setback and nothing more.
"It doesn’t matter, keke. I will give it my everything as the savior..." Owen was not dejected... just disappointed that he hadn’t harvested the fruit.
Still, he was no fool.
He was slowly building his own story, the story of him taming all the MILFs... and it was taking place with steady steps.
Unfortunately, his buddy didn’t want that. Fast or slow... He would take them all.