"How about you come over to our place, Wen? We can share a delightful breakfast now that we’re finished here," Pamela suggested, her eyes practically pleading with him not to reject the invitation.

"Yes, Wen, it’s our first time catching up in a long while, so why not spare us some time? It’s a pity my daughter isn’t here today... hehe, I know how much you miss her."

"Ohh in that case, I certainly won’t decline such a generous offer." Why on earth would he refuse? With a bit of strategic effort, he might even be able to make a move.

Another glorious move.

He could already sense a distinct, seductive smell escaping from the voluptuous, blue-haired, busty MILF standing before him.

Ding!

Name: Pamela

Age: 36 years old

Level of Affection: Special Interest- 41/100

Current Feeling: Curious and Excited

[Note: Pamela is highly curious now that her best, best friend’s handsome youth has returned to the village and she is secretly thrilled because of what Morenne privately shared with her!]

’Hoh... that is a massive head start compared to how I began with Morenne. Not bad at all, looks like I’ll be working overtime again today.’ Owen had no intention of waiting weeks to slowly burn a relationship when he could simply accelerate the process with his bold, ultra-fast maneuvers.

Reading her current mood made his grin widen even further.

What’s the reason why she was so thrilled to see him after such a long time..?

He read the lower part of the system’s note, and the realization solidified his resolve to an entirely new level...he will make a bold move, and it will happen today.

’Getting all excited because of what Aunt Morenne leaked the news about my divine cock? You’re not exactly a saintly housewife yourself, Auntie’ He wasn’t dumb; he easily understood the major hint the system had provided.

It was basically a cheat code.

The codex for his greatness...his future endeavors to his soon-to-be tamed MILF’S.

Still, he noted down that he needed to reward his secretive blonde Auntie for spreading the good news;

A cooperative graceful busty MILF deserved to be compensated handsomely.

A boss should take care of his employee..

"Then let’s head out, since we’re all wrapped up here." The husband tossed the collected debris into a nearby disposal bin, thoroughly content with his good deed for the morning.

The couple had simply been enjoying a morning stroll and decided to tidy up the shoreline on a whim...it’s not bad from time to time.

"Follow us, Wen~" Pamela murmured, gently tugging at his arm as if dropping a subtle hint for something more.

Ding!

[MILF QUEST!]

[ Make her feel the heat of your rod behind her back.]

[Rewards: MILF Token 5x/ 100 Exp Points]

[ Failure: Your Balls Will Get Small! ]

Owen paused momentarily as the interface chimed.

A new quest with a bizarre, balls-pruning failure condition had manifested yet again.

’I have no idea what this system is plotting, but this penalty is just as ridiculous as the last one. It’s truly a mocking, playful system that loves to tease me. His system is just unique...even to the whole universe.

"Fortunately, you didn’t even need to give me a quest for this~’ Owen mused, trailing closely behind the pair.

His gaze locked onto the sway of Pamela’s generous ass beneath her heavy overalls.

No matter how much she tried to conceal her voluptuous figure under practical workwear, it was utterly impossible to hide such assets.

A voluptuous body remained striking regardless of the wardrobe...it’s just the rule of the world.

Beautiful things will remain beautiful, even if you hide them.

Well, Owen is definitely not a dog who can smell something good...just a bit.

....

"Welcome back to our home, Wen... I believe it’s been almost five years since you last set foot inside our humble abode," Pamela noted warmly, opening the front door.

As for the specific childhood memories they alluded to, Owen didn’t possess the slightest inkling; the original main character had experienced those events, not him.

And, it’s a game...he is clueless about what Pamela is talking about.

However, being the adaptable opportunist he was, playing along with the established plot was simply part of his role..

"Yes, Auntie. A lot of things have changed, but your home is just as beautiful as I remember." Owen stepped across the threshold, admiring the minimalist yet tasteful interior layout.

The structure featured rich wood textures and an elegant beige color palette, giving the space a cozy, contemporary aesthetic.

Accented with framed artwork, lush indoor plants, and refined furniture, the entire environment felt exceptionally welcoming.

’These busty MILFS really possess impeccable taste in home decor...’ Owen observed internally. It reminded him highly of Arielle’s preference for simple elegance—a flawless setting for a scandalous encounter in practically any corner of the room.

"Just make yourself comfortable on the couch, Wen. Your auntie is going to whip up something delicious for us," the husband spoke, gesturing toward the old hunched-back television screen where the morning news broadcast was playing.

"Yes, Wen, feel free to relax out there. It won’t take long at all." She glided gracefully toward the kitchen counter, which faced the open living room, offering just enough partition for meal preparation.

"How about I lend you a hand in the kitchen, Auntie?"

"Really..? It might be hard for a young man like you..."

"Haha...I got some basic knowledge about some kitchen stuff Aunt...and." he paused for a second, remembering the old days when he lived in his apartment.

He was really having his life there...but still managed to survive, it’s not that grueling...just bad luck.

"I’m not particularly interested in the news, and I’d love to learn how you prepare dishes, Auntie.." Owen wasn’t about to let such a golden opportunity slide.

He believes in the famous saying...

That a man should strike the sweltering ass, when it’s still hot.

Well...it’s kinda odd, but it really fits into his ears.