Chapter 212 - 213: In Silence

Chapter 212: Chapter 213: In Silence

Ding!

[Soul Bond with Morenne is now possible!]

[Her affection has reached the required threshold, and she is now deeply in love with you.]

’Finally, time to get to work,’ Owen thought, a wide grin spreading across his face as the system notifications chimed in his mind.

"What are you looking at with that silly smile?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"Hmm, as I mentioned before, I have a few unique secrets. I’m going to share one with you right now... so, are you willing to accept a special bond with me?" Owen decided it was time to let his favorite MILFs in on his extraordinary system, knowing it would only draw them closer.

"Ngn... I honestly don’t have the slightest idea what you’re babbling about, but... I suppose I don’t mind," she murmured, completely clueless. What kind of secret could he possibly have, and what on earth was this strange "bonding" he kept referring to?

Ding!

[Soul Bonding with Morenne... Initializing...]

[Accept Soul Bond with Morenne? (Yes/No)]

’Yes, absolutely no need to hesitate,’ Owen confirmed mentally, eagerly welcoming the upgrade.

In an instant, pure magic unfolded before them. A sudden, blinding flash of ethereal light erupted in the quiet hallway, enveloping Morenne completely.

"Ahh! What on earth is happening... this is so strange!" she gasped, her eyes widening in sheer shock as the radiant energy washed over her body—before vanishing into thin air just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving no trace behind.

Ding!

[Soul bonding with Morenne is complete!]

[The Host now has two soul-bonded MILFs.]

’Good, that’s a stellar sign,’ Owen smiled with deep satisfaction, feeling a subtle, invisible tether snap into place between them.

"Ahh... wait, what was that strange floating window right in front of my face just now?" she stammered, blinking away the lingering afterimages.

"Don’t be startled, Auntie, that’s just a tiny piece of my secret. Hehe, but let’s save the explanations for later. We need to get to the kitchen right now—I think Uncle saw that blinding flash of light and is heading back inside."

"Ahn... o-okay... then hurry up!"

"Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you right here—just leave your shorts off for now," Owen whispered, steering her straight toward the kitchen counter.

"Okay... just don’t hesitate to take me from behind, but keep it quiet so he doesn’t notice," she agreed eagerly, already parting her thighs.

"You really do have an obsession with the doggy-style position, don’t you, Auntie?"

"Ahn... of course I do. I love anything and everything as long as it’s coming from you... now hurry up, grab that potato from the basket!"

Creak...

"Morenne? Did something unusual occur here? I could have sworn I saw a sudden burst of bright light from this window, so I hurriedly went over to check," the husband asked, wearing a deeply worried expression as he stepped toward the kitchen.

"Honey, nothing out of the ordinary happened at all! What on earth are you talking about? I’m just standing here making breakfast," she replied smoothly, flashing a reassuring smile while gesturing toward the fresh ingredients and pointing at Owen.

"Here’s the peeled potato you wanted, Auntie," Owen chimed in naturally.

"Ngnn... okay, good catch, Wen."

"See, Uncle? What are you even worrying about? Nothing happened. I’m just helping Auntie out with the morning prep," Owen added, casually sliding his fingers down to stroke her already-dripping pussy from behind.

"Hmm? Am I starting to hallucinate in my old age...? I’m completely certain I saw a blinding light shining right through this window..." He pointed directly at the small glass pane.

"Honey, maybe you’re just exhausted. Working yourself to the bone out on the field always results in a heavy buildup of fatigue. Why don’t you take a proper rest for a bit?" Morenne suggested sweetly, shooting Owen a knowing, heated look.

"Yes, Uncle, listen to her. I’m doing my absolute best to help out in here, so why don’t you go take a seat at the table first? Oh, right—I almost forgot about your cold water!" Owen panicked for a split second, reaching out to grab a glass bottle, only to realize he was still completely naked from the waist down.

’Damn, that was a massive blunder. I almost exposed myself right there. Too close for comfort,’ Owen cursed his own carelessness.

"D-Don’t worry about it, Little Wen, I’ll take care of the water... hehe, can you just focus on stirring the soup for a moment?" she whispered back, her lower half completely soaked, though thankfully hidden behind the long apron draped over her waist.

"Mhm, don’t worry, I’ve got it."

"Here, honey... please drink this fresh water first. Just wait another minute, okay? Wen is giving me a huge hand with the cooking, so please go sit down and relax."

"Thank you, honey... you’re always so sweet to me. I’m sorry for being paranoid."

"What are you apologizing for? I’m your wife, taking care of you is my basic responsibility. Why don’t you go rest outside on the porch for a while? The fresh morning breeze will be a great way to relieve some of that fatigue," she coaxed gently, casting a sideways glance in Owen’s direction to signal the coast was clear.

"Haha, yes, you’re right, that sounds much better. But what about Owen? We’re already troubling a young guest enough as it is."

"I already consider you family, Uncle. Why are you even stressing over such trivial things?" Owen called out smoothly from the stove.

"Ahh... well, it’s truly a blessing to have a good kid like you around. Oh, wait... what is that damp spot on the floor near the entrance?" The man paused, frowning slightly as he looked down.

"O-Ohh... that’s just a bit of water that accidentally spilled while I was washing the vegetables, honey... don’t think too much into it," Morenne lied effortlessly.

"Mhmm," the husband grunted, deciding not to press the matter further since the comforting smell of breakfast filled the air.

"Now, please go take a proper rest outside, don’t worry about us. You can leave the back door wide open so you can keep an eye on us cooking," she smiled warmly, placing the cold pitcher of water and a plate of freshly baked bread with chocolate on the table before him.

"Thank you, honey. You’re the best."

"I love you, hehe. Now, I’m heading back to the stove—the soup will burn if I get distracted any longer."

"Wow, you actually managed to convince him to go back outside without a hitch. You really are a wicked wife, Auntie," Owen whispered huskily, stepping right up behind her and positioning his heavy, rigid cock directly against her wet entrance.

"Ngnn... ahn, ahn... yes, I am. But I truly love him, too, so it’s best to keep our little arrangement a total secret for now... hehe... don’t worry, he’ll always have a special place in my heart." She eagerly pushed her hips back, spreading her legs wider to reveal a thoroughly soaked, glistening pussy—though remarkably, the man outside hadn’t even noticed that the hem of her mini-skirt was already drenched in their shared fluids.

"Then let’s get back to cooking breakfast... but remember the golden rule: a good chef always works in absolute silence."