5 Times a Day

**Chapter 26**

Rustling of clothes. No matter how composed I was, or tried to be, I couldn’t help but feel aroused. How the hell did they stay so calm in the movies?

Betty was changing while I faced the wall. There was no way I could peek, and even if there had been, I respected her enough not to try. The rustling soon stopped.

“You can turn around now,” she said.

I turned around and immediately felt conflicted. We had only been joking a few moments earlier, so I hadn’t expected things to shift like this. She stood in front of me wearing a very short skirt. Even from the front I could see the faint outline of her panties, so I didn’t dare imagine the view from behind.

Her flat, smooth stomach above the red-and-white skirt was completely bare. Above it, the white shirt had its hem tied up, covering only her chest and leaving the rest of her midriff exposed.

The sight should have been arousing.

It wasn’t.

The reason was simple: the bruises and cuts still marked her stomach. I had almost forgotten I had only arrived two days ago. She didn’t have any supernatural healing, so the injuries remained fresh. When I looked up at her face, her expression was sad—almost broken. There was a clear hint of disgust in her eyes, and what made it worse was that the disgust was directed at herself.

One thing became certain in that moment.

A broken Betty was not a turn-on.

“Still want me to dress like this?” she asked.

Her question pulled me out of the daze. Anger hit me hard. For what that bastard had done to her, the punishment he received still felt far too light. If I could have done worse, I would have. Knowing I couldn’t only made the anger sharper.

I had no reply.

Betty sighed and reached up to untie the knot of her shirt. I stepped forward before she could finish. What I was about to do was reckless, and under normal circumstances I never would have risked it. But a broken Betty was something I refused to accept. Whether I could ever have her or not didn’t matter. I simply didn’t want to see that expression on her face again.

[Shop]

[Healing Potion: 200 gold]

I was low on gold, and revealing something like this to Betty was far from wise. I still didn’t care. A small bottle appeared in my hand. I opened it and poured the contents into my mouth without swallowing.

I cupped Betty’s chin just as she was still trying to button her shirt and pressed my lips to hers. Her eyes widened in shock. I wasn’t an expert at kissing, but I knew enough. I parted her lips and began transferring the potion into her mouth.

The sudden liquid woke her from the daze. She struggled lightly, but the resistance was weak. I guided her to swallow the potion mixed with my saliva. Our tongues met. Hers stayed soft and yielding, following the movements of mine as she continued to swallow until nothing remained. Even after the potion was gone, our mouths stayed connected.

Her tongue remained gentle and obedient under mine.

Despite the rising urge to push further, I held back. I simply lowered my hands to her back. Even that light touch made her tense. Imagining how she might react if I went any further was enough to keep me from crossing that line. For now, this was enough. She wasn’t going anywhere permanently. There would be time later.

When she began to struggle again, clearly needing air, I finally pulled away. I stayed close, my hands resting lightly on the sides of her waist.

“Haa… haa…” She breathed hard, her expression still hazy in a way that made it difficult not to continue. I wasn’t stupid, though. Forcing the kiss had already been too much. Going further risked making her wary of me, and it would have been wrong.

While she caught her breath, I looked down at her stomach. It was smooth and flawless now—no bruises, no cuts, nothing. I hadn’t been completely sure the potion would work, but I was relieved it had. The extreme method had at least taken her mind off the injuries for the moment. I would still have to explain everything later.

“I’ll… catch you later,” I said quietly, then left the room while she was still trying to process what had happened. Giving her space felt like the better choice. My presence right now would only make her more flustered.

Besides, it was time to look into the system. The Shop had been locked to me for a long time. Now that I finally had some gold from Sasha, I could finally explore it.

When I reached the house, I found the door locked. I called Aunt Elise.

“I’m out meeting some friends, Tyler,” she answered. “There’s a key under the fifth rock on the side. Use that.”

I ended the call. Being a guest didn’t mean they had to cancel their plans for me. Once inside, I headed toward the stairs, then stopped. Aunt Elise’s bedroom door was slightly ajar. Curiosity got the better of me.

I had already checked the house earlier and confirmed there were no hidden cameras inside, only outside. I stepped into her room. The lingering scent of perfume told me she had used it not long ago. My eyes quickly found what I was looking for—the laundry hamper.

I approached it and was pleasantly surprised to find a pair of underwear still inside. The soft, feminine scent clung to the fabric. When I pulled the soft satin red pair free, the effect was immediate.

Just touching them sent a clear wave of pleasure through me. I wasn’t some panty thief. The only women who lived in my house were my mother and, occasionally, my grandmother. I had come across their clothes before, but none of them had ever carried a scent like this. Whether it was because Aunt Elise was forbidden yet still somehow close, or because of the awakening I had gone through, I didn’t know.

I only knew I wasn’t willing to put them back. Pocketing them was foolish. The top was still in the hamper, and I was the only one home. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out who had taken them. Even so, I left the room with the underwear in my pocket. The scent was too strong to leave behind, and smelling them in her room was far too risky.

Back in my own room, I locked the door. Any thought of checking the Shop vanished. I dropped onto the bed, unbuttoned my pants, and wrapped a few wet wipes around the head of my cock. Then I pulled the soft red underwear from my pocket and brought them to my nose.

One inhale was all it took. My cock hardened instantly. The knowledge that they belonged to Aunt Elise—the woman I had fantasized about for years—pushed me over the edge in only a few strokes. It felt almost miraculous, considering how long it usually took me now.

A few pumps later, I came hard into the wipes.

How I wished it had been my aunt instead.

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