Sunlight slipped in through the blinds, cutting the room into stripes of light and shadow.
Everything still smelled like disinfectant, and I just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Not being able to move around wasn't a great feeling, even with a system.
"Where is she?"
I was getting more and more agitated as I stared at the wall clock. The closer it got to the appointed time, the more I kept worrying that something might have gone wrong.
It was just an intrusive thought getting the best of me, but I couldn't shake it.
Fortunately, the door opened, and my ticket out of here stepped inside. She looked more well-dressed than usual.
Her tailored white blazer was very clean, the kind that gave off an air of money. She moved, like someone who had already planned her entire day down to the last second.
However, something was off about her expression. She looked flustered, glancing at her watch like time was already slipping through her fingers.
"What's wrong?" I inquired, just before she shut and locked the door behind her.
"I came just like I promised, but I can't stay long. Your father asked me to meet him for a business meeting with another company," she explained, clapping her hands together in apology.
"It's alright, Aunt Ellie. I'm just glad you came to see me. I actually slept really well last night… because of what you did for me."
Her face turned pink in an instant. She looked away so fast it was almost a flinch, eyes glued to the floor. One hand shot up to fix her hair, even though it didn't need fixing, and the other tugged nervously at the edge of her brazers.
She was very flustered, the memory had hit her all at once and knocked the composure right out of her.
Who could blame her? I mean, sure, she could keep telling herself it was all just to give me "hope," and emotional support.
But that didn't change the fact that she kissed, and helped me jerked off. Pretty sure that was not in any parenting manual.
Taking advantage of her awkward situation, I used my ability and told her to sit.
She placed her blazer over the back of the chair. That left her in just her buttoned blouse, which looked like it was barely managing to contain her chest.
Gotta hand it to those buttons. They were the real MVPs, holding the line like tiny soldiers under maximum pressure. Quality craftsmanship right there.
"Aunt Ellie, can we do it again?"
As expected, she hesitated at first. But with just the right words, a little pressure here and there, I managed to convince her.
The moment our lips met, my plan was already halfway done. I bit down on the pill hidden in my mouth, letting it dissolve and mix with my saliva. She didn't even notice, until it was too late.
Her eyes widened as the effects kicked in. She pulled back and suddenly stood up, swaying slightly, her breath coming faster than before. A flush crept up her neck, and she brought a hand to her forehead, fanning herself with the other.
"Is the AC broken? Why do I feel so… hot?"
"I feel hot too. Why don't you take off your blouse? Don't worry, we're the only ones here,"
She nodded, oddly convinced that it was a perfectly reasonable idea.
Her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one.
Each click echoed faintly in the room, building tension like a countdown. The fabric looked ready to launch off her body like a rigged parachute—buttons straining, threads holding on for dear life.
As for my eyes, they were probably so wide by now that I could pass for a cartoon character caught in the middle of a dramatic zoom-in.
I lost count of how many times I swallowed my own saliva, all in anticipation of the grand reveal.
And when it came, it was worth every seconds. Right now, her magnificent breasts were being supported by a black lace see-through bra, her nipples erect and swollen, begging for attention.
I could almost imagine the sight of them leaking milk, a vision so erotic it made my heart race, and manhood included.
"Aunt Ellie, I think that bra is too tight. How about you take it off too?"
She raised an eyebrow, considering it for a moment, and then unclasped it. The sound of the clip releasing was like a sharp snap, and what greeted me were breasts so large they sagged slightly but were still remarkably in good shape.
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The sound rang in my ears, but I barely noticed because my eyes were glued to those two mountains.
"T…This is very embarrassing," she mumbled, turning her face away.
The trance I had placed her in wavered for a second. If it weren't for the 'Lim Bloom', I was certain she would've snapped out of it by now.
What I needed now was to capitalize on her temporary arousal.
Fortunately, I had read enough stories to know the usual problem most women with rich husbands face. Lack of time and attention.
"No, it's not! They're beautiful, Aunt Ellie!"
Her ears turned bright red almost instantly, a clear sign of how much she was craving attention.
She didn't have to worry anymore, because I was more than willing to fill the gap that her husband ignored.
After all, I wasn't really related to any of Zane's family, so there was no reason for me to feel guilty.
Everything was fair game.