Milf's Diary

All the women here were dressed in rough clothes made up of animal skins. These barely covered their chest and lower bodies. While men were only wearing animal skin on their waist.

They were preparing for some kind of ritual, gathered in the middle of the village. Using black powder to draw a large circle on the ground. Inside that circle was a bowl made from a human skull. From this distance, I wasn’t able to see the contents of that skull.

"What are they doing?" I asked in an extremely low voice to Jack.

"They are preparing for the ascension ritual. Unlike us, this person had been rejected by every major organisation and resorted to worshipping some evil deity, which usually goes through this kind of ritual.

I didn’t know how the ritual would go on, but I could feel many new names had appeared on the Milf’s Diary without even opening it. I was shocked for a second, then it did make sense Diary was upgrading, so was I.

"Bring her out." A loud, commanding voice echoed. The man on the throne finally opened his crimson eyes. His long black hair was reaching his feet. He didn’t even glance at anyone, just looking at the skull bowl at the centre of the black circle.

Soon, the women in the crowd made a way, and six feet tall lady walked out of the crowd. Unlike other ladies, she had no clothes on. Her muscular, toned body and long hair reaching her hips made her appear completely wild, especially the thick stash of black bush between her thighs.

Gulp~

I heard a sound of swallowing and glanced at Jack, who looked back at me with a lewd smile as he said, "Don’t you feel like these wild people are living a better life than God-chosen people like us?"

"Yup," I nodded, clearly understanding what this pervert meant.

"I too had no intention of hunting this mf down. But, you know the friend I mentioned, he wants to add a new head to his collection." Jack spoke with a sigh, but I felt the friend he was talking about was even stronger than him.

The lady walked forward, standing at the edge of the black circle. Her long legs were full of muscles, while her breasts weren’t exceptionally large. But she was definitely an A-Grade Milf.

[Cassy Grey]

[The lastborn of the Grey family. The Blood in her veins belongs to a wolf and a human.]

[She finds fun in rough play. She loves weak, obedient men, but hides it deep in her heart.]

[Note: Vessel of Battle God]

[Affection: 0]

[Contract: Available (Use a drop of her love juice to activate it)]

With a single thought, I was able to access the information inside the diary just like those systems in novels. Reading the information, this felt far better than reading the page in the diary.

Cassy finally took a step into the black circle, and the wind in the surroundings began to change, as a mini storm was formed from nothing. It made it hard for us to get a clear view as the dirt was coming right into our eyes.

We hid even deeper between bushes, using them as a shield against this dusty storm. But we didn’t stop watching.

She walked to the skull bowl in the middle and bent down on her knees, and then... a golden stream of liquid fell on that skull.

"What the fuck is this ritual?" I looked at Jack with a questionable expression. It felt more like some perverted play, making me believe that this entire world was filled with perverts far more than I imagined initially.

"Sss... can’t you see she is performing a sacred ritual?" Jack quickly shut me off with one of the obvious answers.

Once she was done filling up this creepy bowl, she stepped out of the circle. As soon as she left the circle, the storm disappeared, the forest returning to its peace.

Her body was covered in sweat as she walked back to the place she came from, leaving the crowd in silence.

Soon, one of the skinny people walked into the circle, and this time there was no storm but another small black circle underneath his feet. Once he was in front of the bowl, he slid his hand underneath his skirt and took out his loose cock, pointing it above the bowl.

Doing so, he took back his hand, but his cock did fall, and slowly the skin around his tip automatically began to move without even a single touch. Some invisible force was helping him in gooning.

"Fuck," I cursed. What a bizarre sight it was.

"You might not know, but this Grimoire holder is actually a worshipper of the battle god, who was known for abusing sex play with men in ancient textbooks. But very few people know that she was actually very gentle with these men, ignoring her innate strength. She always was as gentle as possible with men, but they still couldn’t handle her."

Jack explained patiently, but his eyes never left the crowd of women in the village.

For me, it was my first time hearing the affairs of God. From the look of it, this lewdness had flowed through ages in this world, becoming deeply rooted in the culture of the world.

"Ahh..."

At this moment, a scream rang out once again. The man who was enjoying his orgasm from the invisible hand of the battle goddess was done now, falling unconscious on the ground. Two ladies from the crowd quickly dragged the man back, while the black circle land had vanished from the ground.

A group of ladies instantly started to redraw the circle around that skull. Everything remained as it was.

"Bro, do you want to taste that muscular bitch?" Jack suddenly asked.

I didn’t know what was in his head, but I nodded because that lady was available in Milf’s Diary. Fucking her would bring no harm, only good.

"Hehe~ Me too, but we have to work together for that," Jack said with a sly smile.