Chapter 210 - 211: Pouting

Chapter 210: Chapter 211: Pouting

The man stood in quiet contemplation, his heart set on a singular, noble dream—to finally bring a child into the world and complete their lives with true, lasting happiness.

’Ohh, meaning it’s completely legal and above board? Good, very good. It’s much better this way, keep the peace.’ Owen gave the man a broad, enthusiastic thumbs-up for being such a dedicated family man.

"I honestly don’t care much about money, Uncle. That’s actually the main reason I came back to my birthplace in the first place—to escape that endless, exhausting rat race."

"Are you entirely sure about that, son?" The older man looked at him with a sudden surge of deep respect. As the old saying went, most teenagers and young men were perpetually hungry for more—wealth, prestige, and status to prove themselves as proper men and win over a good woman.

"100% sure, Uncle."

’Your wife’s soaking pussy is more than enough wealth for me. Hehe, that’s the only kind of return on investment I care about. Why would I ever need paper money when there’s a whole village of lovely women willing to support me?’ Owen silently added the husband to his ever-growing bucket list of fools. It was a delusional dream for the husband, but for Owen, it was reality.

"Well then, I am deeply thankful for your kind heart. What about you, dear? You agree with Owen pitching in, right?"

"Yes... uhn... it sounds like a wonderful plan to have a reliable pair of hands helping us out around the farm."

"Hehe, then it’s settled! Let’s head back home now, the sun is climbing higher and it’s almost time for a hearty meal."

"Yes, dear..." She trailed closely by her husband’s side, casting one last lingering, knowing glance back at Owen.

"Let’s get going, Owen. You’re more than welcome to join us for breakfast, of course."

"I think I’ll have to pass for now, Uncle. I still have a few important errands to run around town," Owen replied smoothly, flashing a subtle wink at Grizzle, who instantly shivered like a hungry predator locked onto its prey.

"Too bad, son. Well, I’ll properly introduce you to the rest of the household tomorrow, then."

"I won’t miss it for the world. I’ve got to get moving now—thank you both for the tour, Uncle, Auntie." Owen waved casually and drifted off down the dusty path, his mind already shifting gears toward his next destination.

’What’s the immediate plan? Hmm, I think stopping by Morenne’s place first is the most logical choice. I still need to give her a proper round,’ Owen plotted as he strolled away.

"Good morning, Uncle! It’s pretty rare to see you working out here by the fields instead of staying indoors," Owen called out, stopping near the edge of Morenne’s property as he spotted her husband hard at work plowing the earth.

"Ahh, yes! I decided to set up a small vegetable patch right here today, Wen. It saves space, and it’s much easier to access when we need fresh ingredients... are you just out wandering around the village?" The older man wiped the heavy sweat from his brow, leaning his weight against the wooden handle of the plow.

"Yes, Uncle. I just finished visiting the grape farm run by Auntie Grizzle and her husband. It’s such a refreshing thing to walk around and enjoy the beautiful scenery after being away for so long."

"Haha, well, I completely agree with you there. The countryside views are unmatched. Say, why don’t you step inside and grab some cool water? Your aunt is just inside preparing things."

"Ohh, that sounds fantastic. I’ll head on in, then... how about I bring you back a cold pitcher of water as well, Uncle?"

"That would be deeply appreciated, haha! Just walk right on in, she’s currently cooking breakfast... oh, and you can let her know she should set an extra plate for you, too."

"Well, that feels a bit embarrassing to impose..."

"Nonsense, don’t be silly. I already treat you like my own son, Owen. Besides, I’m sure you’re starving after walking all this way under the sun."

"Then... your pitcher of water might get delayed by just a tiny bit. Say, maybe about three minutes...?" ℯℯ𝘭.

"Don’t fret over it, son, that’s no big deal at all. I only just started this section of the field. You can bring it out whenever you’re ready—maybe in thirty minutes?" The man scratched his head good-naturedly, completely oblivious to the hidden agenda.

’Fuck, hell yeah. I’m going to thoroughly ravage your wife for a solid thirty-nine minutes. Hehe, that should be more than enough time for a proper appetizer.’

"Alright, Uncle, I’ll head inside right now..."

Creak...

Owen pushed the front door open, but before he could even take a second step into the foyer, a pair of eager hands shot out from the shadows, grabbing him firmly by the collar and yanking him hard against the hallway wall as Morenne captured his lips in a desperate, searing kiss.

Smochh... smochh...

"Ahhn... what took you so damn long? I’ve been waiting for ages," she whispered raggedly right against his ear, eagerly darting her tongue out to lick up the sensitive skin of his nape and earlobe.

"Why are you so worked up, Auntie? Did you really miss me so much that you completely stopped caring about your husband working right outside?"

"I couldn’t give a single damn about him... why are you even asking something so obvious? I belong entirely to you, and only to you, my dear Wen. Don’t waste time asking stupid questions—how about I treat you to a proper, deep blowjob right this second?" Without waiting for an answer, her trembling hands dropped straight to his shorts, easily finding his already rock-hard length, which was primed and ready for action.

"Ohh, that’s music to my ears. But wait—what if your husband decides to walk back inside unexpectedly?"

"He won’t, I know his routine inside and out... hehe, so just stay completely still and let me take care of you."

"Going straight for the heavy artillery without any warm-up? Don’t you think you’re being a bit too impatient?"

"It’s you we’re talking about, Wen! I’ve been dying of anticipation waiting for you to walk through that door... just look at my pussy down here, it’s already soaking wet, dripping with your juices from yesterday..." She frantically shoved his shorts down past his hips.

"Wait a second, what is this scent?" She suddenly paused, freezing mid-motion as she sniffed the air near his waist. "You cheated on me this morning, didn’t you? I can distinctly smell two different types of saliva and foreign pussy juices on you!" She shot him an accusing glare while inspecting his flushed face.

"Hmm? Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s just Auntie Pam, and... well, Mrs. Grizzle—oww!" Owen yelped sharply as she delivered a vicious, heavy punch directly to his ribs.

"So you decided to go spread your seed among them first instead of coming straight to me?! Do you even love me anymore...?"

"What on earth are you talking about, of course I love you more than anyone."

"Ngn... then why the hell did you visit them first?!"

"Well, you know how it is—it’s best not to play favorites with my favorite MILFs. Besides, remember that I already plowed you thoroughly yesterday... right at the crack of dawn."

"Ahh, I suppose so, but... but I’m way closer to you than Grizzle is..." She flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson, instantly flashing back to the wild, unrestrained memories of what they had shared.

"Hehe, what’s this? Are you actually feeling jealous now?"

"No... I’m not jealous, I’m just pouting."