Fereya's hum—soft, melodic, warm—had rounded the corner, her presence a lifeline in his torment.
She stood before him, a housemaid of fifty, her silver-streaked hair framing maternal brown eyes, her wide waist and generous chest straining her apron, towels clutched against her curves.
"Sir, your face—it's red. Are you… feverish?" she asked, her voice warm with concern, stepping closer, oblivious to the storm she entered.
Takuya opened his mouth, but no sound came, the heat in his blood stealing every word.
His cock twitched violently, a sharp jolt tenting his trousers, impossible to hide.
The system flared, crimson text searing.
SYSTEM OVERRIDE – Lust Debt Escalation
Public Climax Risk: 89%
Aura Pressure: Critical
Action Required: Consensual MILF Contact within 90 seconds
Arousal Peak: 94%
Time to Phase 3: ~08:15
He clutched the wall, chest heaving, knees trembling, his balls aching with unrelieved pressure.
Fereya stepped closer, her cinnamon-and-linen scent hitting him like a drug, her maternal eyes furrowed.
"Please…" he rasped, voice raw, his pervert brain screaming claim her.
She blinked, confused. "What—?"
Takuya grabbed her wrist, gentle but firm, his touch sparking through his hypersensitive skin, a jolt that made his cock leak against the silk.
She gasped, her brown eyes widening, but didn't pull away, her breath quickening as his aura slammed into her, a tidal wave of raw need.
"I need you," he growled, voice hoarse, desperate. "Not… later. Now."
Her lips parted, a flush creeping up her neck, her apron trembling against her curves. The
system chimed.
MILF Target – Aura Sync Achieved
Target: Housemaid Fereya
Libido Surge: +41% (Total: 63%)
Inhibition Drop: −27% (Total: 60%)
Emotional State: Alarmed → Flushed → Receptive
Fereya's towels slipped, hitting the floor with a soft thud, her surrender an exhale.
"I—I shouldn't—but…" she stammered, her voice quivering, her body leaning into his aura's pull.
Takuya's fingers grazed her waist, her shudder sending a fiery pulse through his cock, his vision blurring with need.
"Here," she whispered, dragging him by the wrist to a shadowed alcove with a padded bench, her apron swaying, her thick thighs teasing with each step.
In the alcove's dim hush, Fereya turned, her brown eyes glinting with hesitant hunger.
Takuya's hands found her shoulders, trembling as he pressed his lips to her neck, kissing the warm, salty skin, each slow suck drawing a soft gasp from her, the sound tightening his balls, his cock throbbing harder.
His fingers roamed, kneading her full chest through her blouse, the heavy mounds soft and pliant like warm dough, each squeeze sending a jolt through his groin, her nipples hardening under his palms, their texture a maddening tease.
He tore the blouse open, buttons clattering, and squeezed her breasts, the creamy heft spilling over his hands, their weight fueling his arousal, each pinch of her dark nipples making her moan, the sound vibrating through his cock, leaking a bead against the silk.
"P-please," he rasped, voice cracked, dropping to his knees, his hands shoving her skirt up, revealing thick, creamy thighs dusted with faint hairs.
His fingers hooked her plain cotton panties, pulling them down slowly, the fabric clinging to her slick folds before sliding to her ankles, revealing her pussy—glistening pink lips framed by dark curls, her swollen clit peeking out, the musky, earthy scent hitting him like a drug.
He parted her folds with trembling fingers, the slick heat coating his skin, each slow spread revealing her pulsing core, his cock surging with each glimpse, his breath ragged.
His tongue darted out, tracing her slit, the salty-sweet tang flooding his senses, each slow lick up her folds making her thighs quiver, his lips sucking her clit gently, the nub hardening against his tongue, sending fiery pulses through his groin, his cock leaking profusely, soaking his trousers.
SYSTEM ALERT
Lust Aura: 97%
Arousal Control: Unstable
Orgasm Proximity: 10 seconds from involuntary climax