Chapter 12 A Perverted Imposter Should Be Rewarded With Massive Breasts!

My legs came to a stop as I raised my gaze.

The house standing before me was, to be quite frank, utterly breathtaking.

Well, considering that it was in a neighborhood far more luxurious than mine, I probably shouldn’t have been so surprised.

Still, the house had so many fine details that it almost looked like a castle. It gave off the exact feeling of something that belonged in one of those Beverly Hills advertisements.

I mean, I’d never watched them, but the name alone made them sound fancy.

My gaze flickered to the side, searching for the mailbox.

Hathaway.

Well, at least that confirmed I was in the right place.

Now it was time to find out exactly how much Mrs. Hathaway was worth. More importantly, it was time for my first interaction with a MILF outside my family.

I sighed, stepped forward and reached the front door in a few minutes, before knocking. Then I took a step back and waited.

Less than a moment later, the door finally swung open, and my eyes immediately landed on two humongous mounds.

They were barely contained by what looked like some sort of training gear, a tight overall that hugged her figure.

The outfit showcased her full shape, from her plump hips to the supple fleshiness of her hips along with the faint trembling of her bare cleavage, which left her pale, white, silky skin exposed.

I gulped in delight before I could stop myself and looked up faintly.

Goddamn.

She was just as beautiful as I’d expected. Her long silver hair seemed almost to reflect the sunlight, complementing a pretty face that was, honestly, really beautiful.

Then she spoke.

"Hey there." She smiled at me. "You must be the yoga instructor, right?"

My eyes couldn’t help drifting back to the obvious impressions of her nipples, which already looked hardened beneath the tight fabric. Only after taking in the sight did I finally lift my gaze to meet hers.

Then I smiled.

"Yeah. That’s right. I’m the instructor. I’m Milo," I said as I stretched out my hand, and she extended hers to meet it.

"I’m Julia," she said as our hands met.

Then she gestured toward the interior.

"Come on in. I’ve been expecting you."

She stepped aside, allowing me to enter.

The scent of her perfume caught my attention first. It was something sweet and citrusy. But before long, my eyes were drawn to the house itself.

Everything looked beautifully furnished, incredibly pretty, and expensive, with each detail seeming to catch my attention.

After taking it all in, I finally turned back to her.

"So, where do we do the workout?"

"Oh, we have a training room. Follow me," she said.

She shut the door and locked it before leading the way inside.

I followed behind her, my eyes immediately drifting lower to take in the supple jiggle her fat ass made with every step she took.

Fuck. This bitch wasn’t wearing any panties... Is she a slut?

That question alone almost made my cock throb.

However, I kept my cool as much as I could as I followed her onward.

Julia’s fat ass was truly humongous. But the only thing that seemed capable of competing with it was the enormous hall they called the training room.

If I had to estimate, it was at least the size of two basketball courts, lined with weights, strength mirrors, climbing ropes, and all sorts of gym equipment.

I barely paid attention to any of it. My eyes kept flickering between her buttocks and the increasingly wild things I was imagining doing to her.

But then, she turned toward me just then, and I immediately straightened as she spoke.

"Okay, this is the training room," she said, spreading her hands slightly as though it was a grand gesture.

Her breasts shook easily from the movement. Way too easy.

Could this whore really be here without wearing any bra or panties. Fuck it. I’m gonna have to reward her for such a grabd gesture.

"So, let’s get started." Julia said, dragging me back to reality. " Sorry, this is my first time having yoga, so I don’t really know the basics."

I paused.

Oh, right. We were here for yoga first. I’d almost forgotten about that all because she had no undies.

I hadn’t exactly done yoga before either, but I did have a few faint memories of the previous owner’s experiences with it.

That should be enough to work with. At least it wouldn’t give myself away as a perverted imposter.

"That probably shouldn’t be a problem." I straightened my posture. "Okay, to start off, it’s better if we establish a relationship."

"A relationship?" she repeated, tilting her head slightly.

"An instructor-to-student relationship," I clarified, gesturing toward myself and then toward her. "Tell me, what made you want to start yoga?"

She paused, looking at me before her eyes flickered downward. One hand moved to her jaw, rubbing it gently.

"Um,." A moment later, she spoke again. "I don’t know, per se."

"You don’t know?"

"Yeah. I mean, being a gifted is a lot to handle..." She trailed off, lowering her eyes. "Having to clear through gates isn’t exactly as easy as it s..."

She paused for a moment, her eyes staring forward at nothing in particular a bit. "Um... Sorry, I don’t really want to discuss that. But let’s just say..."

She fell silent, seemingly searching for the right words. Eventually, she glanced back at me.

"I’m looking for peace, whatever way I can find it."

I studied her for a moment, narrowing my eyes.

Hmm. A B-rank gifted like her should have been pretty powerful, her lifestyle alone had proved that already.

Yet here she was, searching for peace. Perhaps there was a much bigger story behind her than I’d initially assumed.

Still, my attention was already drifting toward the side, where an initializing system notification had appeared.

A moment later, it expanded into a proper display.

Name: Julia Hathaway.

Status: Lonely, horny gifted

Compatibility: 76%

Only a little above 70%, but that wasn’t going to stop a pervert like me from ravaging a bitch with a body like hers.

With that thought in mind, I smiled and spoke in the most innocent tone I could manage.

"You don’t need to worry. That’s enough info for me," I said. "So, I guarantee you I’d do my best to make sure you attain true peace."

"Oh, is that so?" she asked, sounding a little skeptical. "And how would you do that?"

Hmm. How else do you satisfy a horny MILF?

I smiled.

"Well. I have a way of making people feel good."

She smiled at that.

"Hmm. If that’s the case, then perhaps this is the beginning of a long partnership."

I nodded, knowing full well that a partnership was far from my intentions.

I immediately pushed the thought aside and looked at her again.

"Alright. Let’s start with the basics," I said as I rubbed my hands together. "We could begin with some minor stretches. I can show you how to do them myself, although that would require me to..."

"Sorry," she interrupted.

I raised a brow.

"Yes?"

"Mmm... are you seriously going to go through the class with that...?" She pointed at me.

I followed her finger with my eyes and it landed on my clothes.

I was wearing a neat blue jeans, socks, shoes, and a white T-shirt. Nothing particularly unusual or interesting about that.

I looked back at her.

"Do you have a problem with casual?"

"No. No, it’s just that it doesn’t exactly look yoga-friendly."

"Oh." I paused my brain scrambled for an excuse. "Well, I was in a bit of a rush, so it slipped my mind to bring my yoga clothes."

"Oh? I get it. Well, in that case, I could make something for you."

I hesitated for a moment.

"Make something?"

Before I could ask anything else, she raised a finger.

It seemed like a simple gesture, but a surge of mana immediately flowed from her fingertip. The energy spread through the air as thin lines began forming and connecting.

Within moments, countless strands had woven themselves together. The light faded, leaving behind a matching set of gym clothes.

My eyes widened.

Damn. She could create matter from nothing? For real? No wonder she was B-rank.

She tossed the clothes toward me, and I caught them before looking back at her.

That explained a lot. If she could literally create things out of thin air, then what couldn’t she do? Could she create money or gold, too?

It was quite an impressive talent. Under the right circumstances, someone like her could be useful as a disciple.

Yeah, she was definitely worth considering. Perhaps even for my third discipleship.

"So...get changed." she muttered as she gestured at the clothes she’d just effortlessly created.

"Um, sure," I replied casually as I reached out and grabbed the clothes. I heard her speak again.

"Hold on, let me turn around."

Hold on? Not a chance. If anything, her words made me move faster as I pulled off my shirt.

Her eyes caught sight of my refined physique, but I didn’t wait any longer before unbuckling my belt.

My trousers went down, dragging her mouth agape as she stared.

Her eyes widened shamelessly at the bulge of my thick cock, her cheeks already beginning to redden by the sight of it.

I decided to let her stare for as long as she wanted, especially since it was mostly amusing.

Silly woman. The dragon hasn’t even awoken, and she’s already this much dumbfounded?

Whatever the case, this was not a moment I would let pass me by.

I looked at her innocently.

"Is there a problem, Julia?"

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