Chapter 19 Testing Out New Skills On Sissy

5:06 now. And then I smiled. I had something new I wanted to check out with the MILFs at home.

I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed towards my house, but I barely took a few steps before my eyes fell upon two heavenly, massive bosoms that immediately caught my attention.

They were enormous, their fullness emphasized by the baggy T-shirt she wore. The shirt had a basketball design printed across the middle, but that was hardly what held my gaze.

It was the sight of her perky nipples pressing conspicuously against the thin fabric that made me wonder.

Hmm. No bra? Is this another slut?

My eyes slowly traveled upwards, and when I finally reached her face, I recognized her immediately. Carla.

Her fine, silver-streaked hair framed a face so perfectly proportioned that it was hard not to notice the resemblance.

She looked remarkably like her mother, Julia, the very woman I’d just left after covering her face with my semen.

And Carla wasn’t just blessed with a pretty face. Her figure was every bit as captivating, with beautifully curved hips that gave her an alluring silhouette.

But what caught my attention even more was the system notification floating beside her.

[Ding!]

[Target sighted!]

[Clara- Taboo Resonance: 74%]

That was slightly lower than her mother’s, but it certainly wasn’t enough to change my thoughts about her.

"Yeah, you’re in my way."

Her voice was harsh and straightforward. When I glanced at her, I was met with a pair of cold, lifeless eyes.

Well, that was hardly surprising. She probably saw me the same way everyone else saw the previous owner of this body: as a non-awakened nobody who had little to offer in a world dominated by the Gifted.

And there I was, standing in the way of one.

The sheer arrogance in her attitude irritated me, but I kept my cool. Besides, I’d just throat-fucked her mother. As far as I was concerned, I’d already won.

I didn’t bother responding. I simply walked past her, feeling her gaze follow me as I continued towards home.

It would be hilarious if she went home only to discover what I’d done to her mother. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be around to witness her reaction.

Still, I had no intention of testing that possibility right now. There was something far more interesting I wanted to take care of.

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A few minutes later, I arrived home and stepped inside, closing the door behind me with a satisfied smile.

"Ma, I’m home."

I turned around, only to find Ivy standing right beside me, glaring with narrowed eyes. That part almost creeped me out. Almost.

I paused and looked at her.

Hmm. Am I missing something?

I was probably just overthinking things. I straightened up and casually greeted her. "Hi. How are you doing?"

She stared at me for a few seconds before asking, "What did you do to Vanessa?"

"What do you mean?"

"After you left, she went straight to her room, and all I could hear were screams. She kept calling your name, too." Her eyes narrowed as she studied me. "Tell me exactly what you did to her, Milo."

I stared back at her, unsure how to answer without making things more complicated. Still, I couldn’t deny that knowing Vanessa had been screaming my name gave me a certain sense of satisfaction.

What, was she touching herself while thinking about me?

The thought was surprisingly delightful. Fuck, just imagining her getting that worked up over me was enough to put a smile on my face.

Unfortunately, Ivy’s interrogation wasn’t giving me much time to come up with a convincing lie. And as I considered my next move, another thought crossed my mind.

Wait. Doesn’t this mean Ivy might be attracted to me, too?

"Answer me now!" she demanded, her cheeks beginning to redden.

I studied her for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on in her head. Was she genuinely suspicious of me, or was there a hint of jealousy behind her questions? I couldn’t quite tell.

Rather than answer immediately, I walked past her and made myself comfortable on the couch. The soft cushions felt surprisingly good against my back, and I sank into them before turning to face her.

"All I did was help Vanessa with her dress before she ran upstairs. What else could I have done?" I asked, giving her my most innocent look.

Ivy stared at me, but something about her expression suggested she was struggling with thoughts she didn’t quite understand herself.

There’s nothing wrong with it, she told herself.

Then why do I keep wondering what happened between them? There’s nothing wrong with it.

Fuck. What am I even thinking?

She caught herself and seemed almost startled by the direction her thoughts had taken.

Meanwhile, I reached for the remote and turned on the television, hoping that would be enough to end the interrogation.

Apparently, it wasn’t.

Ivy stepped closer, her gaze fixed on me as though she were trying to uncover something hidden beneath my innocent expression.

Finally, she spoke.

"Something about you is off."

"You fondled my breast. That wasn’t ..." She hesitated for a moment as though she was searching for the right words. "I’m just saying, you haven’t exactly been yourself lately."

I paused and looked at her.

"Do you have an explanation for why you did it?"

An explanation for why I fondled her breast? Obviously, because it was the right thing for a pervert like me to do. But I couldn’t exactly say that out loud.

She continued staring at me, clearly waiting for an answer. Honestly, I hadn’t expected her to have the courage to bring it up, especially since she’d obviously enjoyed it.

"So, you didn’t like it?" I asked.

She held my gaze without flinching. "It doesn’t matter whether I liked it or not. I asked you a question. Why did you do it?"

The tension between us grew as she took a few steps closer. I searched for an appropriate response, unwilling to ruin the moment, especially when I still needed to test my new skills on her.

Then it hit me.

Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to actually test out the skill.

Activate Lustful Intrusion, I muttered inwardly without delay.

[System: Lustful Intrusion is now active.]

Right then, a vivid image appeared in my mind, so lifelike that it was difficult to distinguish from reality.

There she was, her naked body on full display, her flushed skin and hardened nipples clearly visible. Even the way she stood with her arms crossed matched her current posture.

I couldn’t help smiling at the sight.

So, this is how it works? I can send lustful thoughts into her mind simply by imagining them.

"Hmmm." My smile widened as I considered the possibilities.

Let’s put it to the test.

I acted on the thought, forming a thought of slipping a singer finger into her asshole before adding a second. At the same time, I directed the lustful image toward her mind.

Her body immediately shuddered, and a moan escaped her lips before she could suppress it.

Mmm~

she startled for a moment, feeling a slight twitch in the walls of her pussy and asshole as her eyes widened.

Hmm? What the fuck was that?