034: Tanning
For those who think Giorgio should be dealt with, don't worry.
Also, if the readers of my other novel are here, I'm currently stuck on some personal issues and will soon continue. I'll fulfill my quota. You know I always do.
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**Chapter 34**
As if someone was ringing loud bells right next to my ears, the actual sound of pure stun flooded my senses and froze my entire body. What stood before me was an actual goddess. Not that I had ever seen a real goddess, but I had seen the women from Rox’s world, and I’ll tell you this—the woman in front of me, without any mana or fancy power, was comparable to them. Maybe even better looking.
Prettier than them. Sexier than them. More seductive than them.
[Skill ‘Restore’ has been activated]
‘What the fuck?’
I looked down as my dick began to stir awake. Fuck. I hadn’t activated the skill this time—I was sure of it. No matter how lost I got, there was no way I would have done that on purpose. Unless…
‘Fuck.’
This skill was connected to my lust as well. The more I felt it, the more the skill acted on its own. That wasn’t good at all. It was my only real assurance of not being branded a complete pervert.
Anyway, let me describe what I was seeing so you can understand the kind of dilemma I was in.
She wasn’t wearing the ultra-revealing white bikini from the day I arrived. This one was a deep red that covered more. Her breasts were perfectly held by the top—no overflowing, no near-spillage. The matching bottoms covered her crotch properly. Her inner thighs were still visible, but the actual important parts stayed hidden behind the red fabric.
If the white bikini had been designed to showcase everything, this one was more on the reserved side. Still, it was a bikini. Its only real job was to cover the essentials and leave the rest for me to stare at. Smooth, milky white skin. Soft, toned thighs. Not an ounce of extra fat anywhere.
All in all…
“Flawless.”
The pool boy behind me spoke, breaking me out of my trance. I actually thanked him for it, because I had been staring for an uncomfortably long time. I turned to give him a stink eye, but he wasn’t even looking at me.
“Yes, your work is flawless, Giorgio. You can take the day off,” my aunt said, clearly not registering that his compliment had been aimed at her body.
Giorgio’s face fell. Only then did his eyes turn to me. When they did, he saw nothing but a smirk that clearly said, *That’s all you get.*
Still… I felt a little bad for the guy. Who wouldn’t want to rest their sore eyes on the sight in front of us? She wasn’t even trying to look seductive, yet she left most models in string bikinis in the dust with that simple, natural look.
“But… Madame… there’s still some work to do in the shed,” Giorgio said, hesitation clear in his voice. It wasn’t real hesitation—just an excuse. The shed was still in the pool area, so he could keep looking from a distance even if the view wouldn’t be as clear as mine.
“Sure. Go do whatever you want over there and then take the day off.” Aunt Elise shrugged the matter off and turned to me with a smile. “I see you work out, Tyler.”
Not one bit. At least not anymore. But she didn’t need to know that. I smiled. “Well, I can’t just sit and study all the time. Sometimes a little movement does wonders.” I couldn’t have been lying more, but my grades and physique backed the lie, so no one could call me on it.
“That’s what I keep telling my girls. If only their thick skulls would get it.” Aunt Elise walked toward the recliner, giving me a perfect view of her finely shaped, watermelon-sized ass. It wasn’t fat—it was simply big. There was a difference. Fat would show contours and unevenness. This was smooth. Perfect.
Her ass swayed left to right with every step, jolting my cock again. I did my best to stay calm.
[Lust level: Yellow]
Great. I sighed and followed her, settling onto the sun lounger next to hers.
“The sun is good today, isn’t it? Not too harsh for a tan, but perfect for a light soothe,” she said.
I nodded. The sun here didn’t sting the way it did in L.A. Back home it felt like living on a dry husk. Here the air stayed a little cool because of all the greenery. I liked this place. If my life weren’t already settled in L.A., and if my mom wasn’t starting to date again, I might have seriously thought about moving.
“You’re not gonna do the other side?” I asked. She was only oiling her front. The way she rubbed the oil over her chest was enough to turn my dick into a hard meat pole.
“Can’t do that on my own. I usually just do the front since I mostly lie on my stomach anyway.” Then, as if an idea struck her, she looked at me and held out the oil bottle. “But maybe you can help your favorite aunt out.”
I could tell exactly what she wanted. Not wanting to disappoint her—purely for her sake, of course—I took the bottle. “Hard to say no since there’s no competition.”
“Yeah, I forgot about that.” She lay on her back to soak in more sun. That was my cue to wait until she was ready to turn over. We talked for a while, mostly about my school life and my love life. She seemed a little too interested in the love-slash-sex side of things, but maybe that was just me projecting with a rock-hard cock and eyes glued to her body. Yeah… probably just me. Or maybe not.
We stayed under the sun for quite some time. While we were lying there, a notification appeared, followed by a few more.
[Attempt to change the user’s skin tone has been detected]
[Change detected to be harmful]
[All changes have been reversed]
A slight sting spread across my skin. I didn’t feel any different, but the system had clearly undone whatever the sun had started to do. Probably because I was lying out without any protection.
“Okay, I guess it’s time to finally turn around.” Aunt Elise rolled onto her stomach, perching that bubbly ass in the air and giving me the perfect blend of milky white and deep red. A deadly combination if I had to say so myself.
Gulp.
I stood up with an audible swallow and moved to her side. I warmed my hands, poured oil onto them, and started with her shoulders. The moment I began rubbing, I felt how tense they were.
She was in desperate need of a real massage.
She worked around the house a lot, and she also had to carry the weight of two heavy responsibilities—yes, I was talking about the milky globes on her chest that spilled out from the sides even though the red bikini top held them perfectly in place.
I ignored them for the time being, or at least used every ounce of willpower to do so, and focused on her shoulders.
“Mmm…” She hummed under the gentle pressure. “Tyler, that feels sooo good.”
The way she said it was extremely stimulating. My dick throbbed hard, but I managed to stay composed and kept working the tension out of her shoulders until they felt smooth again. The oil dried, so I added more and moved down to her back. The bikini string was in the way. In porn I could have asked her to untie it so it wouldn’t leave a mark, but everyone knew that excuse was bullshit—the oil soaked through the thin fabric anyway.
I worked her back the same way I had done her shoulders, drawing soft moans of satisfaction from her. It was difficult to endure those sounds, but I managed.
“Oh, Tyler, that was amazing.” Her voice was full of visible satisfaction. Then she asked, “You mind doing my feet too?”