Chapter 295 - 301: I—I am not a slut

"Then it is settled," Quinn said, raising his head and offering her a breathtaking, radiant smile that made Silvia’s breath catch in her throat. "I shall return tomorrow evening for the lord’s next stabilization session. Please ensure the west wing remains quiet, as the energy transfer requires total, uninterrupted privacy."

"It shall be done exactly as you wish, Quinn," Silvia replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she watched him turn toward the courtyard gates.

As Quinn walked down the grand stone steps, the heavy iron gates swinging open to allow him passage, he felt the cool wind rush through his dark hair. Everything was falling into place perfectly. Sasha was already hopelessly addicted, her mind warped by the intoxicating pleasure he provided, her resistance crumbling with every squirt of her ruined pride. And Silvia... Silvia was standing on the precipice of the very same abyss, driven by desperation, gratitude, and an unconscious, primal hunger that he would inevitably exploit.

He glanced back one last time at the towering, opulent estate, his lips curling into a ruthless, satisfied smile.

’Enjoy your temporary peace, Madam Silvia,’ Quinn thought, his eyes burning with dark ambition as he stepped into the streets. ’Soon enough, you’ll be on your knees right beside your sister, begging for the very same cure.’

"Do you know where my sister went?" Silvia asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "Sasha followed right behind you to check up on your health, and yet she hasn’t returned with you."

"Ahh, she mentioned that she needed to take a few extra minutes in the restroom to adjust her attire and requested that I head back to the main courtyard first," Quinn replied effortlessly. He suppressed a smirk, holding back the urge to tell Silvia that her sister was currently sprawled out on the cold tile floor, breathlessly twitching in a pool of her own overflowing ecstasy.

"I see. In that case, I won’t bother or disturb her," Silvia said softly. "How about you tell me a little more about yourself while we wait? I am quite curious as to how a talented young healer like you managed to wander into our territory."

Silvia strolled toward the open veranda, gesturing with her slender fingers for him to walk beside her.

"Truthfully, Madam, I am just a roaming adventurer," Quinn answered, keeping his voice modest and smooth. "I won’t hide the truth from you—I am currently being actively pursued by the Silverglade family."

He wasn’t entirely lying about that part. That arrogant, petty family had indeed proven to be a persistent nuisance in his recent affairs.

"Hmm... that is unfortunate," Silvia murmured, her eyes darkening slightly. She understood all too well how the major families operated in these lands. Having a bitter conflict with such ruthless individuals was always a dangerous, exhausting affair.

In their world, it was always an eye for an eye, blood for blood, and flesh for flesh.

"Yes, Madam. That is precisely why, after hearing that your territory is a place that does not discriminate against outsiders, I decided to take the risk and seek refuge here."

"I am truly glad that you did," Silvia said, turning to him with genuine warmth. "If not for your unexpected arrival and remarkable skill, my husband would never have recovered from his agonizing affliction."

Suddenly, the air around them turned bitterly cold. A sharp, icy pressure flared from her body for a fraction of a second before vanishing.

Oh? Another dark secret or family drama? Who could it be this time—Draven or someone else entirely? Quinn mused, maintaining a neutral expression.

Ding!

[MILF Quest Triggered!] [Objective: Uncover the hidden secrets of Silvia.] [Reward: Subject to Host’s overall Performance] [Failure Penalty: None]

A quest out of nowhere? What a convenient coincidence, Quinn thought to himself, thoroughly amused. This will add a much-needed layer of excitement to my long-term plans.

"Is something troubling you, Madam Silvia?" Quinn asked, placing a gentle, reassuring touch near her arm.

"Ahh, no... please forgive my sudden reaction. It was merely a bitter memory surfacing," Silvia replied quickly, shaking her head. She clearly had no intention of blurtly revealing deeply personal matters to a man she had just met.

"I understand completely, Madam. You don’t have to force yourself to speak of it."

"You are a remarkably considerate man, Quinn." She offered a soft smile, turning her gaze upward toward the massive, glowing spiritual fruit hanging from the ancient canopy above. The nocturnal view from the open balcony was breathtaking, illuminated by thousands of drifting magical fireflies.

"It is beautiful, isn’t it?" Silvia’s face returned to its usual calm, pristine composure, as if her sudden aura outburst had never taken place.

"It certainly is, Madam... though not quite as beautiful as you," Quinn remarked softly, tossing out a deliberate line of flattery to test her defenses.

"Haha, you are quite skilled at telling jokes, Quinn," she chuckled softly, though a light blush dusted her cheeks.

"I assure you, I am not joking at all. You are far more captivating than any fruit or view in this forest, Madam." Quinn turned directly toward her, holding her gaze with a warm, charming smile.

"If you say so..." Silvia murmured, turning her eyes away as a subtle heat spread across her skin. Despite her status, she was remarkably susceptible to genuine compliments when delivered by an attractive, confident man.

I won’t even need to use forced methods on this one, Quinn thought, watching her flustered reaction with complete satisfaction. A neglected woman starving for affection is always the easiest target to conquer slowly.

The two continued chatting for a while longer before politely parting ways. The initial treatment session was officially complete, and Quinn had already established a strict routine for his visits. He would return to heal the clan head four times a week, leaving a one-day interval between sessions under the guise of allowing the patient’s body to properly process the mana.

That was a great start, Quinn thought as he walked out of the main estate alone. I can’t wait until I finally get to pin that noble body down... the sound of spanking that plump ass will be magnificent.

Sasha needed a considerable amount of time to recover her strength after their intense session, leaving Quinn free to handle his other ongoing affairs. He made his way toward the living quarters of Natasha—the mother of Dren—to see if she was ready for another private visit.

"Good afternoon, Madam Natasha. May I come in?" Quinn asked, standing casually in front of her private quarters.

The door opened almost instantly, revealing Natasha with a radiant, eager smile on her face. She stepped back and pulled him inside by his wrist without a moment’s hesitation.

"Come inside, Quinn! You are always more than welcome in my home," she whispered softly, locking the door securely behind him.

"Did you miss me that much, Natasha? Why are you acting like such an impatient slut today?" Quinn asked with a smirk, immediately sliding his hand beneath her apron to knead her large, soft breasts.

"Nghnn... ahnn, yes! I’ve been waiting for you all day... I can’t control myself anymore, Quinn," she whimpered, guiding his hand directly down toward her skirt. Her secret entrance was already drenched in warm, slippery moisture—she hadn’t even bothered wearing any underwear under her clothes.

What an absolute slut, Quinn thought, feeling the heat between her thighs. Look at how completely fallen Dren’s mother is, begging for my touch the moment I step through the door.

"Are you not afraid that your son’s wife might catch us in the middle of doing this?" Quinn asked slyly, slipping two fingers deep inside her wet heat while pulling her dress strap down to expose her heavy chest and erect nipples.

"Nghn... ahn... ahnn! She won’t catch us... Elaine went out to the market to buy ingredients... she won’t be back for hours... ahnn!"

"So you planned this entire encounter in advance? Is this how you treat poor Elaine behind her back? You really are a greedy, insatiable woman, Natasha."

"Nghn... ahnn... ahnn! It’s all your fault, Quinn... you made me like this... I can’t control my body anymore whenever I think of you!"

"Taking the blame for me, even though you’re the true slut here. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Acting like an insatiable slut when you know your son is out there working his hands to the bone right now?" Quinn sneered, leaning down to capture her flesh in his mouth. He forcefully sucked her flushed areola, drawing a long, desperate gasp from her lips.

Her generous melons felt soft and yielding, like delicate marshmallows under his rough touch, his strong hands sinking deeply into their pillow-soft flesh with every demanding squeeze.

"Ngh... ah, ahn... I—I am not a slut," Natasha whimpered, her body trembling under his possessive grip as her head rocked back against the cushions. Her voice wavered with an embarrassing mix of shame and overwhelming heat. "Ahn... ahnn, I just need your love... yes, I call it love! Please, Quinn..."