Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

Daniel’s gaze fixed on him, sharp and unwavering, his left hand gripping the leather satchel strap.

”No. Not interested,” he said, taking a deliberate step back.

Krin froze in place. ’What? Did he just refuse me? Oh... right. I haven’t even put the money on the table yet.’

”How about ten gold coins as a reward?” he said, turning toward him.

Daniel chuckled and turned. ”You really think I care about your stupid dare?”

”Well, it’s ten gold coins. I mean... take it or leave it. You won’t get a better chance to earn this much,” he said, spreading his arms slightly.

’This Krin guy thinks I’m that pathetic, naive Daniel, Daniel thought, a tight scowl tugging at his lips. If I remember correctly, in his memories, last time he offered three gold coins and the naive Daniel agreed, but it cost him his life. And yet, this guy doesn’t even feel any remorse.

But I am not that Daniel he thinks I am, and I don’t like his attitude either. Judging by his behavior, he’s clearly never had a reality check in his life, and I hate the way he’s staring at me.’

”What’s wrong, Daniel?” Krin asked, tilting his head slightly. ”If you’re scared, it’s fine. I’ll find someone else.”

As Krin was about to turn, Daniel called after him, stopping him.

”Okay, I will do it,” Daniel said with a neutral face.

’Hehe... just as I expected. This poor fools just act tough at first, but when it comes to money, they change their mind and agreed to do anything,’ Krin thought, turning away.

”Meet me tomorrow morning near the old banyan tree in the south. I’ll see you there,” Krin said, then walked away.

Daniel nodded softly, watching him go.

’If I remember correctly, that area is where they buried the dead. Is he planning to kill me?’ Daniel thought, turning away.

He walked home in silence.

If Krin and his goons managed to kill him with unknown traps, they would be severely punished for killing a shaman, as they didn’t know Daniel had become one. The consequences would affect not only the killers but their families as well.

...

*Creak-Clang*

Daniel walked into his home, the aroma of chicken drifting from the kitchen. Marnie was already cooking the meat. Without thinking, he slid the potions into his pouch, the glass clinking softly as they touched.

He stepped into the kitchen and saw Marnie setting the clay pot on a trivet. The chicken dish was ready.

”Oh, son, you came at the right time,” she said warmly. ”Can you check the rice? I need to check your father’s health.”

Marnie hurriedly walked away, leaving Daniel alone.

Daniel lifted the clay lid and peered at the rice. It was half-cooked and steaming.

”There’s still time for the rice,” he murmured, glancing toward the backyard.

’Should I try it now?’ he thought, sliding his hand into his pouch.

A moment later, he convinced himself to go through with it. Daniel stepped into the backyard, withdrew the Grimbook from the pouch, and began drawing the ritual diagram in the sand.

His index finger traced each line carefully, sweat forming on his forehead as his mind flashed back to the first time he had obtained a similar ability.

But when he reached the part where he had to draw the eye at the center, his index finger froze.

”Fuck... I can’t do this. It’s just... I... can’t,” he whispered, then wiped the lines he had drawn from the sand.

Before sliding the book into his pouch, Daniel checked the time he had left.

[ Time Remaining: 6d 6h 52m 21s ]

He pushed himself to his feet, exhaling deeply, and walked to the well to wash his hands. Then he returned to the kitchen, standing patiently as he waited for the rice to finish cooking, eyes fixed on the lid.

’Hmm... why am I even rushing without testing the potions?’ he thought, pulling one out. ’Should I cut my skin slightly with a knife and drink the potion?’

Daniel thought deeply, his eyes sweeping the kitchen: the knife, the burning coals, the spiky wood chips, anything sharp and painful.

’Fuck it. Let’s do this,’ he thought, gripping the kitchen knife and pressing it against his left thumb.

His right hand shook violently as he tried to make the attempt, eyes locked on the knife glinting sharply in the sunlight. With a single motion, the blade could slice his skin.

But he let it drop.

’Agh... maybe tomorrow,’ he murmured, setting the rice pot on another trivet. ’I should take a bath now, before eating.’

Before stepping out of the kitchen, he took a piece of cooked chicken and ate it.

”Mm... it’s so... delicious,” he murmured, taking another bite.

He walked to his room, dropped his satchel, and changed into a towel.

As he stepped out, he saw Marnie kneeling, carefully applying a green poultice to his father’s infected foot.

Daniel approached calmly.

”What is that, Mom?” he asked with a neutral expression.

”It’s medicine, son. The apothecary says it helps with inflammation,” Marnie replied without looking at him. ”By the way, son, where did you get the money to buy a black chicken?”

Daniel paused for a moment and smirked. ”Umm... Mom, do you know what’s black and has a name similar to a chicken?”

”No? What is it?” Marnie replied, her eyes still focused on applying the poultice.

”Turn around, Mom,” Daniel said.

The moment Marnie turned her face, Daniel’s cock tip brushed her lips. Her eyes widened, and her tongue darted out instinctively, delivering a smooth lick before she even realized it.

*Lick*

”Mmh... not here, son. Your father’s right here,” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper.

Daniel hovered his cock at her lips, letting it brush them as she inhaled its musky scent and savored the salty taste.

”That’s why you have to hurry and make me cum, Mom,” he teased.

As Marnie kept applying the poultice, she couldn’t resist the urge to suck her son’s cock after weeks apart. Her pussy clenched with need, but she held back just long enough.

Then, without warning, she parted her lips and swallowed the tip, swirling her tongue around it.

*Suck-Lick-Lick*