Kai sat on the edge of the bed, his breath shallow, his eyes locked on the target. It was impossible to look away.
Ye Rou had turned her back to him to retrieve the laundry basket. As she bent at the waist, the physics of the world seemed to slow down, focusing entirely on her. The worn, thin fabric of her blue dress pulled tight, stretching to its absolute limit across the expanse of her backside.
It was a magnificent sight. Her ass was wide and heavy, two perfect, heart-shaped spheres that devoured the cloth. The dress clung to her deep gluteal cleft, outlining the massive softness that lay beneath. Kai's pulse hammered in his throat. His "Eye of Lust" passive skill seemed to pulse, and for a second, his imagination turned transparent. He could visualize the heat radiating from her, the soft, plump mound of her pussy pressed between those thick thighs, wet and ready, waiting for a cock to claim it.
His cock twitched violently against his trousers. He wanted her. He wanted to tear that dress open right now, push her face into the wardrobe, and bury himself inside her until she forgot she was his step-mother.
[Warning!][System Advice: Direct confrontation at current Affection Level will result in failure. Taboo Relations yield 2X Experience Points if cultivated slowly. Patience is the key to the ultimate harvest.]
Kai gritted his teeth. Double XP. The System knew his vices well. If he rushed this, he'd lose the bonus—and likely get slapped. He had to be smart. He had to be a hunter disguised as prey.
He needed a taste. Just a sample.
Kai stood up, his legs intentionally wobbling. He let out a low, ragged groan.
"M-Mother..." he rasped, stepping forward.
Ye Rou began to straighten up, turning her head. "Kai? You shouldn't be—"
"I... I can't..."
Kai threw his weight forward. He didn't just fall; he aimed.
He lunged toward her, feigning a total collapse. Ye Rou's eyes widened in panic. Her maternal instincts flared, overriding any sense of self-preservation. Instead of dodging, she opened her arms to catch him.
Thump.
They collided. The momentum drove her backward, her back slamming against the solid wood of the wardrobe. Kai crashed into her soft front, his face burying instantly into the deep, fragrant valley of her cleavage.
"Kai!" she gasped, the wind knocked out of her.
He was heavy, and she buckled slightly under his weight. This was his chance.
Kai's arms flailed as if searching for purchase, but his movements were calculated with surgical precision. His right arm hooked around her waist to stabilize her, but his left hand dropped lower. It landed squarely on the curve of her left ass cheek.
It was softer than he had dreamed.
His fingers sank into the plush flesh. It wasn't just fat; it was warm, yielding muscle and womanly softness. He squeezed, his fingers digging deep into the meat of her ass, kneading it like dough. The sensation was intoxicating. He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin dress, the way her ass cheek filled his large hand to overflowing.
"Ah!" Ye Rou let out a sharp, breathless sound—half gasp, half moan. The sudden, firm squeeze sent a jolt through her body, but with Kai's dead weight on her, she assumed he was just trying to hold on.
Kai didn't stop there. His face was pressed right against her sternum, the massive swell of her breasts bracketing his cheeks. The scent of her—milk, sweat, and arousal—flooded his brain.
Right in front of his lips, through the strained fabric of her bodice, was the hard little nub of her nipple.
He couldn't resist.
With a brazen lack of shame, Kai opened his mouth. He extended his tongue, hot and wet, and pressed it directly against the fabric covering her nipple.
He licked.
He swirled his tongue around the hardened peak, wetting the cloth, feeling the texture of the nipple beneath. It was rigid, reacting instantly to the heat of his mouth. He sucked in a breath, pulling the fabric into his mouth slightly to graze her skin with his teeth.
"Oh—!"
Ye Rou's body went rigid. A shudder raked through her, her knees trembling. The sensation was electric—a wet, hot heat directly on her sensitive breast. Her hands, which had been patting his back in comfort, suddenly gripped his shoulders tight, her nails digging in.
She didn't push him away. She froze, paralyzed by the sudden, confusing pleasure.
"Kai... honey..." Her voice was breathless, shaky. She wasn't scolding him. She sounded... flushed. "You... you're burning up..."
Kai pulled back slowly, just enough to look at her, but he didn't let go of her ass. He gave it one last, possessive squeeze, molding the flesh, before his hand slid innocently up to her waist.
He looked up at her through half-lidded eyes. Her face was a shade of deep crimson. Her chest was heaving, her nipples visible as hard points against the now-damp fabric of her dress. Her eyes were wide, glassy, and unfocused.
"I'm sorry," Kai whispered, his voice husky, playing the role of the confused invalid perfectly. "I... the room spun. I blacked out."
He leaned his forehead against her shoulder, hiding the predatory smirk that curled his lips.
Ye Rou exhaled a long, shaky breath. She adjusted her dress nervously, her hand brushing over the wet spot on her breast where his mouth had been, her fingers lingering there for a second too long.
"It's... it's okay," she stammered, her voice an octave higher than usual. "You're sick. You didn't mean to."
[Ding!]
[Critical Hit!][Action: The "Accidental" Grope.][Action: Forbidden Taste.][Target: Ye Rou (Step-Mother) is FLUSTERED.][Status Effect Applied: Latent Arousal (Low).][Reward: +50 XP][New Skill Unlocked: Hands of the Lecher (Level 1) – Increases sensitivity and pleasure inflicted by touch by 5%.]
[Current Level: 1 (60/100 XP)]
Ye Rou gently pushed him back toward the bed, her hands trembling slightly. She wouldn't look him in the eye. "Rest. Please, just rest. I... I need to get some cold water for your head."
She turned and fled the room, her hips swaying violently with her hurried steps, but Kai noticed the way her hand stayed pressed against her chest, right over her beating heart.