"Ace…" She stopped mid-sentence, bowing her head slightly. "I'm sorry for what Ella and Ethan did to you in the past. It was my failure as their mother."
"Please, lift your head, Aunt Ellie. How could I ever be angry with you?" I reached up, gently lifting her chin.
Activating the Host Card, I felt my senses subtly adjust. My voice deepened and softened, carrying the charm of an experienced womanizer.
"You've always been there for me, even when everyone else abandoned me," I said, letting the words flow naturally. "You were my support when I felt completely alone, the one who never judged me, who always believed in me—even when I couldn't believe in myself."
Her eyes glistened from my touching words.
"I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you've done. My feelings for you… they go beyond just seeing you as my stepmother."
I leaned in, my face dangerously close to hers. But instead of crossing that line, I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and pulled back.
Her face turned pink in an instant.
"W… What are you talking about?" she stammered, trying to look away.
"I like you… as a woman. I'm tired of pretending."
She froze, then slowly stood up, shock written all over her face. "But… I'm your father's wife… What we did before… it was a mistake."
Rising, I stepped closer and hug her.
"Ace… stop. This… this is wrong,"
I tightened the hug instead of backing down.
"Wrong? Maybe… but it doesn't change how I feel. I don't care what's 'right'—all I care about is you."
She trembled slightly in my arms, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes.
"Ace… I… I can't. This isn't just about our feelings."
"Our feelings?" I kissed her neck and whispered. "I can tell… you care about me too, don't you, Aunty?"
Her eyes softened, and she took a deep breath.
"I… I do care about you. More than I probably should sometimes. But you have to understand… there are boundaries we can't cross. What will happen if this gets out?"
"Don't worry. If anyone were to find out… I would take full responsibility. And I won't tell a soul. This will stay between us. Our little secret."
Her eyes lit up—finally, my ability was seeping through her defenses. It was weaker before, probably because of her fear of my father, but with just the right words and a little pressure here and there, I managed to convince her.
"O… okay," she whispered, finally giving in.
The moment our lips met, my plan was already halfway done.
"You're feeling hornier now, right, Aunty? Kissing me like this, knowing what we're doing isn't allowed," I chuckled between breaths.
Our kissing intensified in response to my words.
"Is the AC broken? Why do I feel so… hot?" she mumbled.
"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 clothing, undoing them one by one.
Each click of the buttons echoed faintly in the room, like a countdown to launch. Honestly, it looked like her blouse might shoot off like a rocket any second if she wasn't careful.
As for my eyes, they were 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 me to bite them.
I could almost imagine the sight of them leaking milk, a vision so erotic it made my other head stood in attention like well trained soldier.
"Aunty, 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 came with a snap, and what greeted me were breasts so large they sagged slightly but were still very tempting.
"T…This is very embarrassing," she mumbled, turning her face away.
"No, it's not! They're beautiful!"
Her ears turned bright red, a sign of how much she was conscious of her god given talent to entice a man.
"But Daniel always says I should get a reduction."
"That's blasphemy! That man doesn't know what he's talking about. Why would you destroy a national treasure?" I slammed my hand on the table.
Even the acting card couldn't hide my true emotions—her impact on me was just that huge.
A flash of shock crossed her eyes, followed by her checks turning pinker.
"A… national treasure?" she repeated weakly. "You really think that highly of me?"
Well, technically, that's how highly I thought of her milk maker.
"Yes. And I can prove it right now."
She didn't have to worry anymore because I was more than happy to fill the hole her husband kept ignoring. Especially the one right down the middle.