Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

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Human,

Congratulations on reaching Level forty. With this, you’ll be rewarded with Mana Link, a skill that will aid you in your future endeavours.

Make sure to keep leveling up, and soon you’ll be rewarded with even greater abilities.

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Skill?

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{ SKILL }

Mana Link: A skill that allows the user to draw mana from a target without their consent.

The stolen mana is added to the user’s own mana pool, increasing their total mana capacity for as long as the link remains active.

To activate the skill, the user must draw the ritual diagram (a pentagon containing a diamond with an eye at its center) and place the dolls before it while chanting:

”Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà.”

If the target is a combatant capable of using mana for magic, they can also access the user’s mana pool.

Once the target’s doll is placed under the spell, the user can increase their mana capacity by satisfying the target’s needs.

The more the target is satisfied, the greater the user’s mana capacity becomes.

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Unlock at level 45

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Daniel’s eyes widened as he read the skill’s description. ”Oh wow.”

He climbed out of bed and walked toward the well. From there, he glanced into the kitchen, where Marnie, dressed in a cream-colored gown, was stirring a pot with a wooden spatula.

”Good morning, son,” she said with a warm smile.

Daniel offered a soft nod. ”Good morning, Mom.”

He then headed to the back of the house.

Pulling out the book and using his index finger like a pen, he drew the ritual diagram into the sand, making it large and precise.

Minutes later, the diagram lay complete.

Alright, let’s take out my dolls.

However, before placing them, Daniel peeked into the kitchen and saw his mother still inside.

Only then did he take out the dolls, arrange them around the ritual diagram, and chant, voice low and steady.

”Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà.”

The sand stirred at once.

Grains rushed inward, spiraling tighter and tighter until they piled into a smooth mound at the diagram’s heart.

Black smoke curled up from the peak, thickening before it shifted to deep gray, then pale white.

*Sniff-Sniff*

Smells like burning hay. Hope she doesn’t notice the smoke and come around to the—

”What is that smoke, son?” Marnie asked, holding a bamboo basket in one hand, dirt still clinging to the fresh potatoes inside.

Daniel jerked, his gaze darting left and right. ”It’s... uh, I’m burning some stuff, Mom. Nothing else.”

Marnie narrowed her eyes.

Suspicion hardened her face.

He saw it and closed the distance in three quick strides.

*Grab*

”You look so hot, Mom,” Daniel said as he pressed her ass with his strong hands and squeezed the cheeks hard.

*Squeeze~*

Marnie gasped. ”Son... what are you—” her heavy breasts pressed against his chest through the gown, nipples stiff from the sudden contact.

The basket nearly slipped in her grip.

”What are you making with these potatoes?” Daniel asked, while his hands stayed locked on her ass.

Marnie locked eyes with him. ”I... am thinking to put some in the chicken curry,” she said, voice steady but cheeks blushed.

”How about we wash the potatoes together?” Daniel leaned in closer, close enough that his warm breath fanned across the tops of her breasts. ”Then while you put them in the cooking pot, I put mine into your pot and cook you from the inside. Does it sound good, Mom?”

Marnie swallowed hard. Her thighs pressed together, and her pussy clenched tight as memories of last night’s mess flooded back.

”W-wait, son. My... my—”

”Shh... I guess we don’t need potatoes,” said Daniel.

Marnie dropped the basket.

Potatoes scattered across the ground.

*Smooch~*

Daniel claimed her mouth, tongue thrusting past her lips to dominate hers.

He scooped her up with ease, one arm under her ass, the other supporting her back, and carried her into the kitchen.

Marnie’s heavy breasts bounced against his chest with every step while the ritual’s white smoke continued to rise outside.

The ritual was taking longer to complete.

All dolls at once.

...

*Thud*

Daniel kicked the kitchen door shut and locked it.

*Click*

He shoved Marnie down onto her knees in front of him, then turned to the stove.

”Mmm... needs a little salt,” he said and sprinkled some on top and stirred the pot.

Meanwhile she yanked his pants down.

His cock sprang free, veined and rock hard.

Marnie wrapped both hands around the throbbing shaft and took her son’s thick cock into her mouth with a wet, desperate moan.

*Suck~ Slurp~ Suck~*

”You like your breakfast, Mom?” Daniel asked, voice rough with pleasure as he stirred the curry.

Marnie gave a soft, eager nod. ”Mmhn~ mmh~”

...

The chicken curry simmered to perfection.

Marnie sat slumped on a stool against the kitchen wall, legs spread and trembling.

Her pussy and ass gaped wide open, both ruined holes leaking thick loads of white gold that gushed down her thighs, hot and obscene.

Daniel stepped back, admiring the messy sight, his cock still half-hard and dripping with the mix of their juices.

’I think the ritual is done by now,’ he murmured, voice low with satisfaction.

Outside, the white smoke had vanished from the air. He approached the ritual site and saw seven dolls lifted high on a sand palm, ready to be claimed.

One after another he picked them up and shoved them into his pouch. The veil’s pouch invisible to all eyes except his. Not only that, the simple hay dolls now looked different, refined, as though crafted by a master doll maker.

Once he claimed everything, the sand sank back into the ground and blended perfectly, as if nothing had happened.

Wait, I must have leveled up.

”Hmm... forty essence points. What if I put everything into strength?” he pondered.

But it didn’t take long to realize that—

It was a bad idea.

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Essence Points Available: 40

Strength: 60 ~> 70 [+]

Dexterity: 40 ~> 50 [+]

Vitality: 40 ~>50 [+]

Intelligence: 40 ~> 50 [+]

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