Milf's Diary

In the morning.

When I woke up, I saw a beautiful face resting on my arm, and the memories of the previous night surfaced in my head.

The night was wild. Everything was a dream to me. But the place I was in was still a mystery that I knew nothing about. All I knew was that this lady was called Veronica. Even this knowledge came from the Milf’s Diary.

I had almost forgotten about it when I got physical with her. I lifted my head to look around for it. It was placed on the wooden table beside the bed. I lifted my head carefully. I didn’t want to wake her up, cause if she asked me who I was and how I came here, I didn’t have any answer to that.

I sat up, taking the Milf’s Diary and silently flipping through its cover page. Something had changed. A page that was displaying her information had changed. Now there was a beautiful sketch of Mrs Veronica.

The sketch was quite professional. Each shade was making the image vivid. I stared at it for a few seconds, unable to understand what this Milf’s Diary function was. It could be just about giving those words about women. There should be something useful about it, cause technically it should be considered my cheat.

Thinking of that, I turned the page, and finally a page full of some information appeared on the back of that page with an image.

[Milf’s Name: Veronica Sterling]

[Milf’s Rank: A++]

[Talents: White Face, Black Heart.]

[Skills: Seduction Charm, Serpent Knife, Flower Dance.]

[Extracted Talent: White Face]

(Claim)

When I skimmed through all the information, I clearly understood what kind of cheat it was. I have to say it was pretty amazing. I tapped on the claim option, which appeared to be sketched with a pencil.

I was hoping to obtain this talent, but nothing happened.

"Um," I was about to get into self-doubt when I saw a new sentence appearing on the page.

[Use the drop of her and yours cum’s mix to claim the rewards.]

This felt a little awkward to read. But the diary was named Milf’s Diary. What else can I expect from it? I glanced at Veronica, who was deep asleep. Her pussy was still wet with our cum, after all we had played throughout the night.

I glanced at her face. Her eyes were closed, nipples exposed as she was sleeping freely. I slowly moved my hands towards her hairy pussy. Her thick bushes were a testimony of the wild fun we had. I reached for her clit, gave it a soft and clean sweep, taking out a little of cum on my fingertip, before applying it on Milf’s Diary.

No matter how awkward the requirement to claim the reward was, it perfectly matched the theme of Milf’s Diary.

This time when I tried to claim the rewards, my head was instantly filled with new kinds of information.

I knew exactly what this White Face talent was and how it worked. And it wasn’t anything noteworthy; it would simply be me pleasing the others with my look and behaviour.

In simpler words, this talent will help me please those people who judge a book by its cover.

I didn’t want to think more about this useless talent, as I returned my focus to the Milf’s Diary.

I was shocked to find that it had changed. Its cover appeared to be made of brown leather, with ’Milf’s Diary’ embedded on its cover in big letters. Even the page had got a qualitative boost and appeared to be of higher quality.

I didn’t know why it suddenly changed; my only guess was that this happened because I claimed that reward.

While I was still wondering about these things, I suddenly heard a gentle knock on the door. A handsome young man, who was a few inches taller than me, was calling me out through his hand gesture.

I didn’t feel like going out, but I doubted that staying here was any safer. Every guard had watched how I fucked her at night, but no one came to stop us, which means it was hardly any problem. Even her reaction towards me in her bedroom was way too normal, as if it was her everyday thing.

When I thought like that, I couldn’t help but stand up from the bed and walk out of the room. As I got off the bed, I realised I was completely naked.

I didn’t even try to cover myself and stepped out of the room. When I got out of the room, the young man quickly closed the door behind him as he introduced himself in a low voice.

"I am Magnus Sterling, Veronica’s husband. Sir, are you Veronica’s friend?" The man was acting quite formal with me; as someone who had slept with his wife and was still getting this type of respect, I could picture what kind of man this Duke was.

But it felt good when I looked at his docile expression. I tightened my grip on the Milf’s Diary, thanking it in my heart for bringing me here.

"Well, I am not actually her friend, but she was eager to spend a night with me, so I couldn’t deny," I said with a carefree look.

Indeed, his reaction was as expected.

"Thank you, sir, for your benevolence." He quickly bowed his head, showing some serious gratitude.

But it made me wonder why Veronica hates this man. I still remember the first information that appeared in the Milf’s Diary.

He didn’t seem to be someone who was used to torturing his wife. Well, I was still unfamiliar with the world. So, I didn’t really make solid assumptions.

"Duke Magus, there is no need for these formalities between us. I am still new to this place." I said, patting his shoulder.

"You are new here, sir?" Hearing my words, he asked worriedly.

Had he seen me before? I wondered as I said, "I just came here yesterday night."

I was hoping for some information from him, and he did solve one of my biggest problems.

"Sir, you are holding a bronze Grimoire; that’s why I thought you were some old hero."