Chapter 45: Time To Bath A MILF

My eyes blearily flicked open as sunlight streamed through the window, falling across my face. I squinted slightly, then rolled onto my side, stretching lazily against the mattress.

For a moment, I simply lay there, enjoying the peace.

My head felt a little fuzzy, but that wasn’t particularly surprising. I’d certainly had an eventful morning with a rather busty milf.

A small smile tugged at my lips.

I turned my head, expecting to find my partner beside me, but the other side of the bed was empty. My eyes wandered around the room and caught the sight of nothing.

My mother was gone already.

I frowned.

What a shame. I’d been hoping to squeeze in one more morning round before she left. It wasn’t every day I got to commit such atrocities, after all.

Oh well. There was always another time.

Although, I did hope she hadn’t remembered everything that happened after Pervert Pheromone deactivated. That could make things a little awkward.

With that thought pushed aside, I stretched once more before shamelessly climbing out of bed, completely naked.

I walked over to the mirror and took a moment to admire my reflection.

Not bad.

I couldn’t help feeling a little proud of myself. There I was, standing in front of the mirror, looking like a man who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it, even if it was his own family.

I mean, I was already building quite the resumé. I’d slept with my mother, a gorgeous, busty milf.

That alone gave me all the bragging rights I needed.

A satisfied smile spread across my face, but it didn’t last long before another thought came creeping back.

Right. Pervert Pheromone had deactivated.

Why was that, though?

I glanced back at the floating system notification. "System, why did Pervert Pheromone deactivate earlier this morning?"

The response came almost immediately.

[Pervert Pheromone has a limited effective duration despite being classified as a passive skill. Furthermore, its prolonged effect on Vanessa consumed a considerable amount of mana.]

[The skill was automatically deactivated to prevent the host’s mana points from falling below the safe threshold.]

Host mana? I raised an eyebrow. Had mummy really drained that much mana?

That sounded quite alarming.

"Show me my stats, System."

A notification promptly appeared before my eyes, displaying my current attributes.

My gaze moved down the list until it settled on my mana.

[Mana: 53/100.]

"Fifty-three percent," I muttered, staring at my mana.

So, maintaining Pervert Pheromone’s effects on Vanessa had cost me a whole two percent of my mana?

Damn. Just what exactly had been going on inside that woman’s head?

[Taboo Target’s mental resistance was unusually high. Suppressing her natural thoughts and maintaining the skill’s influence required considerably more mana than normal.]

Well, that explained a lot.

I nodded to myself, though my thoughts soon drifted back to Vanessa.

Come to think of it, what exactly had been going through her head while we were together?

The skill had deactivated at a rather unexpected moment. Did that mean she’d been conscious the entire time?

I paused.

Then, a faint smile spread across my face.

Well, she hadn’t exactly tried to stop me, had she?

If anything, I’d like to think she’d enjoyed herself.

Heh. That was certainly a possibility worth considering.

I was still entertaining the thought when my attention returned to the system interface. My eyes briefly wandered over my displayed stats before another thought suddenly popped into my head.

"Wait a minute. What about my gacha pull?"

The moment I said that, the interface changed.

[Initializing Gacha System...]

[Initialization Complete.]

[The host currently possesses x1 Gacha Pull.]

[Would you like to use it now?]

I stared at the notification for a moment.

Well, there was no particular reason to hold on to it. Besides, what was the point of having a gacha system if I wasn’t going to use it?

"Yeah, why the hell not?"

I gave a casual shrug.

Let’s see what I’ve got.

The system responded almost immediately, and a new notification appeared before me.

This time, however, it came with a rather elaborate spinning interface.

My eyes lit up as I examined the different rewards displayed on the wheel.

Now, this was interesting.

A $100,000 cash prize immediately caught my attention. There was also a skill called Shadow Hunts, represented by a rather cool-looking wolf insignia. Unfortunately, the system hadn’t provided much of a description, so I had no idea what it actually did.

Several other skills were displayed on the wheel, too, and I couldn’t help but feel a little excited as I scanned through them.

At the centre of the interface was a button bearing the words:

[Click to Spin]

I stared at it, a grin slowly forming on my face.

This was my chance to get another skill.

And judging by the rewards on display, there was a pretty good chance I’d walk away with something valuable.

Well, considering how things had been going for me lately, I wasn’t exactly worried about my luck running out.

I’d already gotten myself a rather lucrative ability, and my morning with Vanessa had been nothing short of satisfying.

Surely, the system wouldn’t disappoint me now.

With that confidence, I reached out and tapped the button.

Ding!

A mechanical chime sounded, and the wheel immediately sprang into motion.

Brilliant lights flashed across the interface as the different rewards whirled past my eyes. The wheel spun rapidly, displaying one reward after another before gradually losing momentum.

My gaze followed its movement.

It was slowing down.

And slowing down.

Come on. Give me something good.

The wheel made its final rotations before finally coming to a halt.

My eyes immediately settled on the selected reward.

[Congragulations!]

[Host has received new skill: Warm Coverage.]

I read the name twice.

Warm Coverage.

Well, that certainly wasn’t the most enticing name I’d ever heard.

I’d been hoping for the $100,000 cash prize, so I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. Still, I wasn’t going to judge a skill by its name. For all I knew, this could turn out to be something even better.

"System, what’s the skill’s description?"

A new notification immediately appeared.

[Skill: Warm Coverage]

[Description: Significantly increases the host’s semen production and fertility, allowing the host to produce considerably larger volumes of semen.]

My eyes widened.

Shit.

This system had basically turned me into a walking sperm factory!

And the best part? It was a passive skill.

I wouldn’t even have to activate it. The effects would remain with me, allowing me to produce considerably more semen naturally.

Fuck! I should have gotten this skill before sleeping with Vanessa. Just imagine how much better my chances of getting my Vanessa pregnant would have been.

I read the description again, unable to suppress the satisfied smile spreading across my face.

Well, it wasn’t the $100,000 I’d wanted, but I couldn’t exactly call this a bad reward. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I liked it.

There was just one thing I was curious about.

How much more semen were we talking about here? Would I actually start producing ridiculous amounts every time I came?

Heh. That would certainly be something.

I chuckled before turning my attention back to the system.

"Does this skill have any negative side effects?"

A notification promptly appeared.

[Warm Coverage has no negative side effects.]

My smile widened.

Excellent!

Now, that was exactly what I wanted to hear. A powerful passive skill without any drawbacks? I’d take that deal any day.

I glanced towards my bed, where my phone was still lying. Walking over, I picked it up and checked the time.

7:02 a.m.

Still pretty early.

And as far as I remembered, there were two busty women in this house.

A mischievous smile slowly crept across my face.

Well, wasn’t that convenient?

I’d just gotten myself a new skill, and I already had an opportunity to see what it could do.

Talk about good timing.

With only my pants on and my upper body still bare, I walked towards the door and stepped out of my room.

After closing it behind me, I headed down the hallway, already looking forward to seeing what the morning had in store.

However, as I made my way down the hallway, a sweet aroma caught my attention. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen, though I couldn’t immediately identify what it was, I could tell fried eggs were involved.

That was enough to make me hurry downstairs to find out who was incharge of this delicacy.

When I reached the downstairs kitchen, I turned and spotted a curvy waste which I recognized almost immediately.

It was my mother’s.

She was wearing a wine-red robe that did little to hide her curves, with a towel wrapped around her hair. It looked like she was preparing breakfast while getting ready for work and that gave me the perfect opportunity to strike.

Let’s take this skill on a test run.

I walked over to my mother, but she didn’t seem to have noticed me. She was humming a melody I couldn’t quite recognize as she watched the eggs sizzling in the frying pan.

Once I was close enough, I reached out, smacked her backside, and gave her fat ass a firm squeeze whilst I learned towards her ear, and whispered, "’Morning, mum... how was your night?"