Chapter 16: Chapter 16: Step A Little Closer... A Dirty Little Secret Between The Two Of Us, Aunt~

The two of them walked side by side, Morenne stealing glances from time to time while Owen simply smiled.

The Morenne from his knowledge of the game was completely different from the current MILF standing beside him.

She hadn’t been nearly this playful in the game; Owen was utterly flabbergasted by the changed.

Then again, his progress was moving at an astronomical pace compared to the standard gameplay because he wasn’t strictly following the pre-determined plotlines, the world had essentially transformed into a completely open sandbox for him to explore freely.

His initial encounter with his mother, and the carnal of events that had just unfolded, had never occurred in the original timeline.

In the game, he had been forced to strictly follow rules, side quests, and specific dialogue to gradually build a relationship and raise a character’s affection until he can finally reap the fruit.

It had taken a significant amount of time to finally harvest the fruits of his labor...let alone trigger an early meeting with Morenne.

Because the game was completely overturned, he no longer possessed his trump card...the cheat code!

Everything had changed, just as it had with Arielle.

’System... why is the flow completely altered?’ Owen inquired internally.

At least the system was not cold...and talkative, even if its penalty was utterly ruthless.

Ding!

[ It is due to the Host’s direct influence. The Host has altered the narrative trajectory by exercising absolute free will. This is a living reality, not a simulated game that the host once played. ]

’Hmm... so it’s because I replaced the original protagonist. Not bad. It’s logical, and it cements the fact that this is real life. This isn’t the game I used to play anymore; every single event happening now is absolute reality...’ Owen shrugged, quickly losing interest in the matter.

All that truly mattered to him was that he was living an incredibly lavish lifestyle.

He didn’t care about the usual tropes where the main character harbors deep resentment toward the system or the mysterious entities that transported them.

He was profoundly grateful for this second chance, so why complain?

Being dropped into a living world entirely populated by gorgeous, busty MILFS was a heavenly blessing for a broke, unaccomplished man like himself.

Complaining about him being sucked is truly a fool’s act.

"Fufu... we’ve finally arrived at the center of the village, Little Wen." Morenne stepped forward, gesturing toward a circular stone well adorned with a classic statue, accompanied by a small ceremonial bell resting beneath a simple, shrine-like roof.

"Hoh... I’m ’Little Wen’ now? I’m literally taller than you, Aunt~" Owen stepped forward, grasping the thin rope and lightly ringing the bell.

Clang... clang... clang...

"Fufu, well, that’s what I called you when you were just a cute boy, so bringing it up brings back fond memories. Besides, it’s far too formal to just call you Owen, right~?" Morenne replied smoothly.

She was genuinely pleased to come up his old nickname; she had initially used it at the bench simply because she was utterly shocked by how imposing his height had become.

Owen now is truly a mature healthy man...

"Fair enough..." Owen stepped back after offering a silent prayer.

It was a simple gesture of gratitude to whatever cosmic entity had brought him here, right alongside another one of his incredibly wicked wish.

He didn’t need to elaborate on the details, as his true intent was perfectly obvious.

It was a thoroughly scandalous request, but he fully expected the heavens to hear what his wish.

If the divine entity responsible for his transmigration were standing right in front of him, Owen’s head would have probably been covered in a mountain of bumps by now..

After all, Owen had just officially wished to thoroughly tame and fuck every single busty MILF in the village!

Too bad for the universe...he had already made the wish, and there was no taking it back.

He fully intended to claim these lonely MILFS who were practically starving for genuine intense pounding and the real carnal of pleasure; in his mind,

He was doing them a massive favor... definitely and absolutely.

"Fufu... what exactly did you wish for, Little Wen?" Morenne asked, thoroughly curious to know what kind of thoughts were running through his mind since his expression had turned so incredibly serious.

"Hmm... is it really that important? It’s just a simple, insignificant thing." Owen shrugged, entirely unconcerned with the supernatural aspect of the well.

He fully intended to accomplish his goals through his own efforts anyway.

"Fufu... of course it’s important! You are supposed to share your wishes with a companion; it’s an ancient village tradition. Have you already forgotten our customs?" Morenne pouted slightly, feeling helpless against his tight-lipped demeanor.

How could he be so inconsiderate of her immense curiosity...she’s a curious MILF afterall?

"Ohh... does such a rule actually exist?" Owen questioned, entirely oblivious to the local lore since he had only arrived that morning.

"Of course it does, Little Wen..." she lied smoothly, completely unbothered by fabricating a tradition right in front of the wishing well.

"Hehe... do you truly want to know?" Owen grinned, instantly recognizing a golden opportunity.

A busty MILF was willingly walking right into his trap, and he had no intention of letting the opportunity slide, especially since it would significantly boost her affection.

"Fufu... yes, I absolutely want to know. Who knows? Perhaps I can help make it come true~"

’Ohh!! You can absolutely help make it come true! You have no earthly idea how desperately I want to lose myself in those busty ass and melon tits Aunt!’ Owen roared triumphantly in his mind.

She practically just needed to spread her legs to him to grant his wish...not strange at all right?

"Then step a little closer... it’s a dirty little secret between the two of us, Aunt~" Owen teased, eager to test her reaction.

True to her bold nature, she played along without a shred of hesitation.

Her generous tits jiggled with her sudden movement as she leaned in, bringing her ear right against his lips.

’Holy hell... maybe I should just fuck this MILF right here in front of the wishing well!’ His thoughts were already spiraling far beyond ordinary limits.