Starting With Aunt, All Milf Are Mine
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Chapter 26: Small Chat
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 26: Small Chat - Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream:"Graduate college.Get a job.Screw MILFs." But reality wasn't so kind to him—black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death-he died. Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either. He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all? "What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!"
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Aunt Harem Anal Sex First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Slow
The women writhed atop Mike—pushing, pulling, bobbing against him as he groaned beneath their weight.
Meanwhile—
“I wonder what they’re doing for this long...”Mira murmured, standing naked in front of the tavern.
“I don’t think Mike’s coming any time soon,” Velria said, watching the empty street.
“Yes...” Mira sighed softly.
“Why don’t you open the tavern instead of waiting for him?”
“But...” Mira hesitated, glancing toward the door.
“Don’t worry. Even if he punishes you—”Velria’s hand slipped between Mira’s thighs, gently parting her cunt.”—that just means more sex.”
Mira’s cheeks flushed deep red, but she didn’t push Velria away.
“Alright...”
“Just make sure to invite me when you’re at it. Or...”Velria cast a teasing glance over her shoulder at Mira, then gestured with a lazy wave.”Just leave the bedroom window open while you’re moaning on Mike’s dick. I’ll come running the moment I hear it.”
Mira sighed, cheeks warming again.”I will. I doubt I’ll be able to satiate that massive thing for a dick anyways.”
Velria laughed, her voice light, as she turned away, heading back towards her house.
Mira stood for a moment, watching her go, then exhaled.”So ... what do I do now?”
She stepped back into the house, slipping on her clothes, straightening them with idle fingers before moving toward the tavern from inside.
“Time to open.”With a soft click, she undid the lock, slowly swinging the gate open.
“He didn’t even clean up outside today...” Mira muttered, fingers absentmindedly wiping the tavern counter.”He’s changed so much in just one night...” Her voice faltered, brows knitting with quiet confusion.”Maybe I shouldn’t have given him my pussy so easily yesterday ... Did that really change him?”
She couldn’t answer that.Her gaze drifted downward, eyes fixed on the faint wet patch darkening the fabric between her thighs.
“I don’t know anymore,” she murmured, eyes soft now, almost ashamed.”I just know that from now on ... it feels like I need sex every few hours.”
A sigh slipped from her lips as she felt another slow drip against her inner thigh. She pressed her legs together, trembling briefly, and returned to her quiet tasks.
Suddenly, a voice called from outside—
“Mira!”
Mira turned at the familiar tone, recognizing it even before her eyes caught up.”Viella?” she answered instinctively.
Viella burst into the tavern, with frantic footsteps, and shallow breath.”Mira!”
Mira’s gaze finally locked on her—but then, froze.
“Why are you...” Mira stumbled backward, eyes wide, catching her own voice.”Why are you covered in blood?”
“We’ll talk about that later ... can you prepare some food for Mike?” Viella asked, her tone oddly calm despite the blood smeared across her body.”He told us to get something for him, from the tavern.”
“a- ... alright.” Mira nodded hesitantly, her expression a mix of confusion and growing fear. But she moved anyway, slipping behind the counter and starting to gather ingredients.
As the silence lingered, she glanced over her shoulder.”Viella ... why are you covered in blood?”
Viella blinked, then looked down at herself as if only now noticing the gore.”Oh, this?” She gave a little laugh.”Right. Mike gave us the chance to fuck him— if we killed all the soldiers in the village.”
Mira froze mid-motion, the ladle slipping from her hand and clattering against the pot.
“Kill?” she whispered, eyes wide.
Viella smiled, as if recounting a simple errand.”Yes, kill. We slaughtered them all. Every last one. All for the chance to fuck Mike.” Her voice carried no remorse.
“Are you sane, Viella?”
Mira grabbed her shoulder, shaking her firmly.