Breeding Bull: Husbands ask me to Satisfy their MILF Wives
Cookies_Foryou
[Warning!]
[18+ Smut with Plot!]
“Umm… Ca-can you come to my home for dinner? I have something important to talk with you.”
James’s friend asked him, voice hesitant, eyes hopeful.
Before James could even respond, his friend’s friend cut in sharply, “Oh no, you can’t. Today James is coming with me to a hotel. My aunt asked me to bring him.”
“What are you even talking about, boys?” A melodic chorus of voices rang out as a group of class beauties appeared, their heels clicking against the corridor floor, skirts swaying with each confident step.
They surrounded him in a fragrant, vibrant cluster, eyes bright and expectant. “Today we’re taking James with us. James, you’re coming with us, right?”
James, the unwilling center of the storm, could only sigh deeply, shoulders slumping under the weight of their eager gazes. “I’ll see,” he muttered.
His vague answer only fueled their persistence. The girls pressed closer, voices overlapping in sweet, insistent pleas, each one determined to pull him their way.
James pinched the bridge of his nose, inwardly groaning as he complained to his system.
'Hey, can’t you calm this Breeding Bull Aura a little?'
The system’s reply came instantly, flat and unchanging as always.
[Sorry, host, but I can’t do that. As the host of the Breeding Bull God System, it is mandatory to keep this ability active.]
'Ugh.' James let out a low, frustrated groan at the familiar response. No matter how many times he asked, the answer never changed.
Yet he couldn’t deny its terrifying effectiveness.
'Haah… looks like tonight won’t be a night of loneliness either.'
The thought brought a weary mix of resignation and reluctant anticipation. His mind drifted toward the possibilities ahead—whose house, whose arms—while the clamor of invitations continued swirling around him.
After all, he still needed the money for his mother’s hospital fees. Though with this system, he knew he could do far more than simply pay the bills… he could make her truly better.
'Haah… well, let’s just do it for Mother.'
With that quiet resolve settling in his chest, James began weighing his choices, even as the persistent voices around him grew only more eager, refusing to let him slip away.