Chapter 192 - 191: Spoiled Baby

Chapter 192: Chapter 191: Spoiled Baby

’Fuck, hell yeah! I love you, Mom!’ Owen roared internally, feeling like a broadsword-wielding warrior preparing to conquer a pair of glorious mountain peaks.

"Take a bite, Master! Hehe, don’t worry about holding back on me."

"I gladly accept the dessert, my servant... You’re truly brilliant to think this far ahead." Owen didn’t hesitate for another second. He dove right in, beginning to savor the taste of the sweet cake and her firm tits... all mixed together with her rich, warm milk.

"Ahn... ahnn... aghnn... I decided to try this because I know just how much you love tits..." Her thoughts raced as the overwhelming pleasure sent electricity through her nerves.

’Ahh... ahh... ahhh, I love this system so much...’ Arielle was utterly thrilled to see her clever plan working so perfectly. It was a masterclass combination of the system’s guidance and her own creative, seductive desires.

’Hehe... I even prepared another surprise after this. This is only the beginning...’ Arielle had meticulously planned every single detail to completely hex his mind and force him to savor every inch of her body without stopping.

"Slurp... slurp... slurp... The cake tastes so much better like this, my servant. The combined sweetness of the frosting and your creamy milk works together like a complete, gourmet set..." Owen licked her left breast completely clean until the skin glistened beneath the soft indoor lights.

"Ahn... ahn... I’m so glad you love it. My servant instincts told me that this was exactly what you wanted."

"Am I really that easy to predict, my servant? You know me far too well." Owen shifted his attention to the other side, greedily sucking her right tit and refusing to let even a single drop of melted chocolate slip onto her maid uniform.

"N-No... ahn... ahn. It’s just that I’ve known you for a very long time, Master. Predicting your deepest desires is as effortless to me as breathing... ahh... ahn." Arielle stared down at him with heavy, lust-filled eyes as he swallowed the last bite of the dessert.

"Sup... slurp... Ahh, that was the most perfect dessert ever, my servant."

"Nghn... Give me a kiss, Master. I want to taste your saliva..." Taking the initiative, Arielle leaned forward, seductively trailing her tongue up his neck before reaching his chin.

’Where on earth did you learn how to do this, Mom?! You’ve become so fucking lewd!’ Owen’s cock was already throbbing violently against his pants, right on the brink of exploding after her relentless, top-notch seduction.

"Slurp... slurp... Ahh, I missed this kiss and the taste of your mouth..." Arielle closed her eyes, kissing him with raw, unbridled passion. The contours of her cheekbones showed clearly as she sucked on his lips, trying her best to drain him dry.

"Supp... supp... You’re far more fierce tonight, my servant. Did you really miss your master that much?" Owen didn’t pull away at all. He eagerly kissed her back, fondling her heavy tits and pressing their lips tightly together, utterly unconcerned by the trails of spit escaping their mouths.

"Sup... sup... I want to suck you dry tonight, Master. I simply can’t control my body anymore..."

"Oh? So that’s why you’re acting like this. Sup... sup... Did you plan all of this while I was away?"

"Y—Yesh... slurp... slurp. Don’t ask me how I managed to pull all of this off, Master. I know everything about what you like..." She finally broke the kiss, a thin, glistening bridge of saliva stretching between their lips, visually proving the intense passion shared between them.

"Now, let me clear the table for just a second. Master still needs to taste the final dish to officially complete our meal." Arielle stood up from her chair, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Hoh... Show me this final dish, my servant. I certainly hope it won’t disappoint me." Owen clapped his hands together playfully, his expectations soaring through the roof.

"You won’t be disappointed, Master... Hehe, because the final dish is..." Arielle cut her sentence short, stepping right up to the dining table and sitting directly on the edge with her smooth legs spread wide open.

"Please enjoy the final dish, Master. I prepared it exclusively for your pleasure." Arielle pulled the skirt of her maid’s outfit high up to her waist. She wore no panties whatsoever—only a set of tight black straps acting as revealing lingerie, framing her voluptuous thighs all the way up to her plump pussy.

"...Wow." Owen’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head, his mouth dropping open in sheer astonishment. Standing—or rather, resting—right in front of his face was a fresh, glistening pink pussy with a bright red cherry placed precisely over her sensitive, swollen clit.

"Are you surprised, Master?" she asked softly, licking her own fingers as a drop of saliva ran down her chin.

"You’ve completely blown me away, my servant." Owen hastily adjusted his tight trousers, his hard cock aching to do far more than just look at her.

"Hehe... Then please take the very last bite of your meal—... ah... ah... ahn..."

"Slurp... You don’t even need to ask. I will savor every last drop of this final dish, my servant." Owen leaned down and immediately began licking her wet pussy, noticing the intoxicating scent of fragrant soap, expensive perfume, and the natural sweetness of the cherry.

’This is way beyond my wildest expectations... Deciding to bond with Mom like this was easily the single best decision I have ever made in my entire life.’ Owen licked away her dripping juices with extreme care and undivided attention.

"Do you mind if I take my time and slowly eat your pussy clean, my servant?"

"Ngnn... ahn... ahnn... N-no, please savor my pussy however you like, Master," Arielle moaned again, her delicate voice far louder and undeniably lewder this time as she arched her back into his touch.

"Slurp... Hehe, thanks for the absolute treat." Owen tenderly licked clean the glistening wetness coating her smooth inner thighs.

’She must have been so incredibly horny waiting for me all this time... Ah, what a sweet, devoted mom,’ Owen thought to himself as he intensified the pace of his eager tongue against her drenched flesh.

"Ahn... ahn... You’re acting like a spoiled little baby right now, Master."

"I really am, and I certainly won’t try to deny that, my servant."

"Ngh... ahh... ahh..."

"Just look at this juicy cherry... When exactly did you place this inside your pussy, my servant?" Owen gently bit down on the sweet red fruit, causing its rich juices to explode and spread all over her swollen, sensitive clit.