Chapter 162 - 161: Stella Looking For Love 2

Chapter 162: Chapter 161: Stella Looking For Love 2

"I know that under normal circumstances, society would view it as wrong... so please, guide me!"

Straight to the point as always, Owen thought with a fond smirk from behind the partition. Ah, my lovely, honest Stella.

"What a dilemma, my Devotee. I know it’s difficult for you to carry such feelings, but fret not. I am here to guide you," Owen spoke with the shameless composure of an ancient sage.

"T-thank you, Savior. I just... I really needed to know," Stella murmured, her voice trembling softly.

"Don’t worry about it, Devotee. Now, why don’t you stroke my cock for me while we talk?"

"Y-yes... Um, I need your guidance, so please tell me what to do," Stella replied. She reached through the partition, her soft fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. Her hand could barely wrap around his full girth.

It’s so massive... How could any man possess something of this size? My dear Owen is truly gifted, she thought, her breath hitching as the warm, distinct scent washed over her senses.

"To start, tell me exactly when and how you began harboring these feelings for your nephew, my dear Devotee."

"Um..."

"Don’t be shy. Tell me everything. I am all ears, and I don’t mind whatever scandalous thoughts are running through your mind," Owen urged softly.

He could feel her hesitation through her clumsy, timid movements, slowly stroking his veiny length while her warm, erratic breathing sent subtle shivers across his skin.

"O-okay... It’s embarrassing to admit this, Savior, but it started back when he was still quite young... much younger than he is now. He always loved playing with me, and over time, something shifted inside me."

"Hmm, that is perfectly natural. Go on, tell me more."

"I know it’s completely taboo... but my heart refused to listen," Stella confessed, her cheeks burning. "I fell completely for that sweet boy, and now he’s grown into such a handsome, captivating young man..."

In her mind, she couldn’t help but picture herself being thoroughly claimed by him in a passionate, intimate embrace—the kind of wild romantic fantasy every woman secretly harbors.

"It is good that you are being honest with yourself," Owen purred, fighting the urge to tear down the partition and take her right then and there. She acts so innocent on the surface, yet her mind is running wild with thoughts of me. What a scandal... her poor husband has no idea. "Tell me, have you ever touched yourself while indulging in those dirty fantasies about your nephew?"

"Y-yes, Savior..." Stella whimpered, her pace involuntarily quickening around his shaft. A small bead of clear fluid escaped from his tip, making her pause for a second.

I want to taste it so badly... God, I sound so shameless... My body is aching for him. I just want Owen to take me completely...

She recalled the private conversation the women had held the night before. They had openly discussed their deepest desires for when their turn arrived. Stella was no exception—she craved every bit of it: the passionate kisses, the intense physical surrender, and even the rough thrill of being bound and completely controlled.

"So, how did it feel? Did you ever convince yourself that your desires were wrong?" Owen asked smoothly.

"Ah... it’s so hot..." Stella gasped, taking a quick, ragged breath. "Ah! S-sorry about that, Savior..."

"Enjoy the feeling. I know it’s your first time handling something of this magnitude," Owen assured her. "Now, bring your focus back to our conversation."

"Y-yes... Well, about that, Savior... I knew it was wrong, but I simply couldn’t control my cravings. I was far too embarrassed to ever confess my true feelings to my nephew directly, so I ended up admiring him in secret..."

She recalled how desperately she had needed relief after their recent encounter near the trees, unable to keep her hands off herself.

"Why not just be upfront about it? Confess your feelings to him directly and see what happens."

"Ah... if you truly believe it’s okay for me to love him, then I will take your advice to heart, Savior. I’m not as wise as you, so I will rely on your guidance..." Stella murmured, feeling a profound sense of relief. The heavy burden she had carried in her heart for years finally seemed to lift.

"Good for you. Now... why don’t you confess to him right now?" Owen teased softly, effortlessly dropping the sacred persona. He was already certain that Stella had figured out his true identity behind the partition.

"Ah... U-um, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Savior..." Stella stammered, her hand stroking his length frantically to hide her panic.

"Don’t play coy with me, Devotee. Tell me the truth."

"Ehh... B-but..."

"How about this? Step out of this cubicle and come through the next door," Owen instructed, pulling back slightly. He was done playing the role of a faceless idol, knowing full well that she had already seen through the mask.

"W-wait, Savior... I’m not ready yet! Please give me a little more time to prepare myself..." Stella pleaded, her heart hammering against her ribs.

No... what if Owen thinks I’m just a shameless, desperate woman?

"I know you feel you need more time, but I am giving you the opportunity right here and now. Are you really going to let it slip through your fingers?" Owen said as he unlocked the adjoining door.

It was time to fully claim the fourth woman waiting for him. A strange phenomenon had occurred—by allowing her to recognize his true identity, he had effectively bypassed the rigid rules usually imposed during these events. Just like with Pamela, whose devotion had surged to unprecedented heights, he could freely deepen his bond with Stella without any system restrictions holding him back.

"Y-yes, Savior... please forgive my hesitation..." Stella whispered softly as she stood up, her face flushed a vibrant, lovely shade of red.

Owen looked at her with a warm, confident smile. "Come over here, Stella. It’s time to tell your nephew how you really feel."