Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Ohh... How Are You Going To Help Me? Can We Do That Here Aunt~?

His audacity was so immense that even history’s greatest inventors and pioneers would have given him a resounding thumbs up from the afterlife!

He then leaned in and whispered directly into her ear, keeping his voice barely audible to maximize the tension.

"W-what did you just say, Little Wen...?" Her face instantly flushed a deep, brilliant crimson, her playful composure shattering into a million pieces at the incredibly bold, scandalous statement he had just uttered.

Its a greatest taboo in the village!

"Hehe... exactly what you heard, Mom. I want to have an unforgettable time with you~" Owen repeated shamelessly as he whispered... looking at her flushed face.

It was completely different from his actual prayer to the wishing well, but who was going to punish his honesty?

And Owen believes in the saying that "honestly is the best policy". He was honest man...just some minor changes and that’s that!

He was already completely devoid of traditional morals, so there was absolutely no reason to restrain himself now.

"T-that’s a new wish I’ve heard so far..." She shifted her knees as if a bomb had been thrown inside her body... and it had just caused a great breach in her dam.

She could feel that theres some fluids leaking inside...it’s a new feeling that she can’t bring anywords to whats happening to her.

"Well... that’s my wish. Can you help me with it~?" Owen poked just below her armpits, right where the squishy, plump titties took over her entire upper body from their sheer size!

"Ekhhn..." A gasping moan escaped her mouth... but she quickly covered her lips to avoid making any further sounds.

"Ohh... I guess Auntie can’t help me~" Owen acted like a hopeless man, projecting the total defeat of a fallen warrior as he slowly walked away.

"N-no... Little Wen, I-I can help you..." she said, completely ashamed of herself now.

How could she say that right in front of the statue... and during freaking daylight, for God’s sake!

But...she can’t back off to what she just said to her Little Wen.

"Ohh... how are you going to help me? Can we do that here Aunt~?" Owen poked her again... he had finally caught something in his net! He hadn’t expected it to be this effective...

"O-of course not! Ohh! Forget what I said, Little Wen!" She stood up abruptly... as she began fanning her face with both hands.

How could she agree to something like that with her best friend’s son.

That was just too weird... and way too much.

She had said that maybe she could help, but... that wasn’t something she should have just said wantonly!

"Ohh... then Auntie is a liar." He slowly walked away, as if he had completely lost interest in her... a person’s word is their bond!

"N-no... let’s move to a different place, okay?" She desperately wanted to get far away from the statue of their beliefs.

"Hoh... then you will help me out? You see, I’m having a hard time here." Owen pointed down at his long rod.. it was completely visible as it reached all the way up to his abdomen.

"..." Morenne couldn’t fathom such an enormous thing... her mind didn’t even register at first that the thing bulging like a pole under his clothes was a cock!

"I guess I’m disappointed... I need to go, Auntie." Owen was baiting the fish to the hook, with his Smooth Talker skill, he couldn’t just act like a pathetic, brain-dead fool.

(Hell... my brain is about to explode from formulating such a scene... though it’s fun :⁠-⁠): Author ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ )

"W-wait, Little Wen..." She was desperate not to ruin their relationship.

"Hmm..." Owen paused, as his smile grew wider and wider.

He was like a villain who had finally defeated those pesky "power of friendship" guys.

"L-let’s go to my small cabin first... maybe..." She looked left and right as she twirled her fingers, unable to even finish her sentence because she couldn’t bring herself to put those words into her mouth!

"Hehe... okay~" Owen celebrated internally. It was much easier to move boldly than to use his smooth-talking jutsu! It was frying his mind... not to mention it was way too cringe!

Ding!

[The Demon Lord wants to step down from his throne after seeing your actions! Even demons have some restraints... but you?! You are shameless beyond words.]

[How could you do this to the gentle Morenne!!!]

[You Shameless Degenerate Bastard!]

....

His face cracked at the remarks of the system... but he only smirked wickedly. He was turning out to be the exact villain the game never asked for.

...

Morenne guided him, walking slightly ahead of him as she shifted her weight from time to time... even touching the back of her tight jeans.

Owen enjoyed the view like it was the best display of a criminal caught in action.

He recalled those corn videos about prison stuff and things... it was wild and rough, with those wicked guards doing the deed to the inmate...

Now... it might be completely different, but it wasn’t bad at all.

"Little Wen... follow me..." she said as she opened the gate. Not far off, he could see a simple-looking barn.

’Hehe... I’m really acting like a villain now.’ He was finally about to receive some good time...

Morenne slowly moved into the corner of the barn... her body trembling slightly as she couldn’t believe a taboo scenario like this was about to happen.

" I’m happy that you will fulfill my selfish wish, Auntie~" Owen was already prepared to make his move.

"Little Wen... this is bad, right? I-I’m married..." she said with hesitation.

It was truly her fault for letting things go this far!

Her teasing had backfired on her, well... she clearly had some expectations of her own, too.

"It’s not bad, Auntie... you just need to touch me down here. It’s not bad, and besides, I’m your Little Wen, right?" Owen touched his rod...

"..." Her mouth simply could not utter a single word.