Chapter 288 - 286: If they won’t, I will

Chapter 288: Chapter 286: If they won’t, I will

"Are you sure you’re fine, Dad? Mom said she might wake up in the afternoon. She went wild last time until the sun rose, so this is expected." Owen grabbed a coffee and sat on the counter, his voice dripping with a fake, helpful tone.

"Y-yes... I will wait for her," the man replied, his voice trembling.

"Hmm, good to hear. I’m sure Mom will be touched; she just needs more time, so don’t worry." Owen sipped the coffee, acting completely clueless.

"I heard... a sound," the father whispered.

"What sound?"

"The entire night... it was coming from her room. I don’t know what to do." The man clutched his hand, his knuckles white with anxiety.

"She must have been enjoying the night. Don’t think too much, Dad. I’m sure she will understand. Do you really miss her that much?" Owen looked at him with a mask of pity. Inside, he was laughing.

"I hope so... I don’t have any idea what to do anymore." The man turned his attention toward the bedroom door. He was terrified that his wife would wake up angry, and that was a situation he didn’t know how to handle.

"You will figure it out," Owen said.

’Ahh, so sweet’. ’I wanted to show your wife riding my dick without a care in the world, right in front of your face, Dad. I’m sure you’d understand that.’ He chuckled internally. There was no need for him to play the saint anymore, even if the man didn’t know he was being cuckolded right under his own nose.

"Thanks for the kind words, Owen. I hope it will work." The father stood up, deciding it was better to walk around outside than to let his mind spiral into dark thoughts.

"It will, don’t worry." Owen also stood up. It was time for him to get to work—time to find some new targets to play with.

"Where are you going?"

"Just for a walk, Dad. Do you want to come with me? I’m sure you’d love it."

"No, I’ll just sit on the porch. I think it’s best for me to wait for your mother here." The man wanted a few moments of peace with her once she finally woke up.

"Then I’ll take my leave. Better talk to her when she comes out, Dad." Owen waved and walked out the door, not caring about the fool he had just left behind.

*You better not sniff her,* Owen thought as he stepped into the sunlight, *because you’ll smell the thick cum she swallowed the entire night.*

Owen walked aimlessly through the neighborhood. He didn’t have a specific target in mind, but he was hungry for a new conquest. The air was crisp, and the streets were quiet, which made the silence feel heavy and expectant.

"The sun is bright, and the breeze is perfect. Everything is just right," Owen whispered to himself. He placed his hands in his pockets and walked leisurely. He enjoyed the morning warmth, knowing he had a natural gift that made women succumb to him. It wasn’t just his looks; it was the way he looked at them, as if he already owned them.

Suddenly, a voice called out from a nearby garden.

"Oh? What are you looking at, young man?"

Owen stopped and turned. Standing there was a stunning woman with pink hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her face was mesmerizing, her skin was a flawless, milky white, and her curves were explosive. She had a busty chest and wide hips that made Owen’s palms itch. He wanted to reach out and touch her immediately.

Ding!

A holographic screen appeared in his vision,

Name: Sasha

Age: 34 years old

Level of Affection: Stranger (5/100)

Current Feeling: Curious

[Note: Sasha found a young man wandering and got curious. She thinks it’s not a bad idea to talk to a handsome man for a bit.]

’Oh, having a handsome face is basically a cheat code,’ Owen thought, a smirk playing on his lips. The system notification gave him the exact information he needed to manipulate the situation.

"I was just passing by, uh... madam?" Owen replied, though he already knew exactly who she was. He liked playing the part of the polite boy; it made the eventual betrayal feel more delicious.

"Ahaha... don’t call me madam. I’m Sasha. I bet you’re Arielle’s son, aren’t you?" She tilted her head, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and appraisal. Her eyes lingered on his shoulders and jawline, showing that she was already attracted to him.

"Yes, I am," Owen said, licking his lips internally. ’Finally, a strawberry-flavored pussy. With that pink hair, she’s going to be a treat.’ He had tasted women like her before, but Sasha looked like a premium experience. She had a mature glow that the younger girls lacked.

"Don’t be so formal... just call me Sasha. Or Auntie. I’m a friend of your mother and we’re neighbors," she said, dismissing the formality with a wave of her hand.

"Then I’ll call you Sasha... so, what are you doing out here so early in the morning?" Owen asked. He stepped a bit closer, encroaching on her personal space just enough to make her heart race. He was already imagining her clothes scattered across her bedroom floor. To the world, he was a polite son; in reality, he was a predator looking for the next thrill.

’It’s time to cuckold another pathetic man,’

’This neighborhood is full of beautiful women and husbands who don’t know how to keep them. If they won’t, I will.’

"Just some morning exercise for an old body," Sasha replied, stretching her arms high over her head. The action pushed her chest out, straining the fabric of her tight athletic wear. She arched her back slightly, a move that highlighted her explosive curves. "You know, one needs to keep moving as they get older."

"That’s not true at all, Sasha," Owen said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming husky and intimate. He stepped even closer, his eyes locked onto hers.

"You’re so beautiful that I might fall for you at any moment."