5 Times a Day

**Chapter 35**

Did I mind doing her feet?

How could I even think of minding?

Even though I wasn’t a feet guy, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse those. Perfectly maintained, clean from toe to heel. The nails were neatly pedicured and painted white. I still wasn’t into feet, but even I could tell when a pair looked elegant.

The white polish didn’t match her red bikini, though it would have looked perfect with the white one she wore the day I arrived. Not that anyone would be looking at her feet or nail color when she was wearing that bikini.

Bottom line: I didn’t mind.

I moved down to her left side, knelt on one knee, and warmed more oil between my hands before applying it to her feet. Soft to the touch, almost like flexible glass, they felt perfect and fit easily in my palms.

They were a little tense. So was she. Her legs stayed close together and straight, which told me she was still a bit apprehensive. Pushing further right now wouldn’t be smart.

I massaged and oiled her feet until I drew a few soft moans of satisfaction from her, but I never went higher than the base of her calves.

Meanwhile, the pink haze coming from her kept growing denser. After several days with Sasha, I could recognize it clearly now.

It was lust.

My aunt’s lust.

It poured from her pussy, and the only way I knew to take it in was latching my mouth at the source. When Sasha leaked the same haze, she would be openly in heat, desperate and obvious. Even then, the amount she produced barely filled my room.

Aunt Elise’s lust was on another level. It covered everything I could see, flooding the entire house—and maybe beyond—in that thick pink color. Even now it was pouring from between her legs, yet her face stayed calm, as if she felt nothing.

As if she was desperate underneath but kept perfect control.

I also noticed the haze intensified every time I touched her, almost like she was getting turned on, though she never showed it. And that lust energy raised my stats. If even a tenth of what Sasha produced gave me noticeable gains, I could only imagine what consuming this much would do.

My body shivered with anticipation. I could already picture the benefits. Still, I wasn’t far enough gone to act on it. She was tense. I wasn’t going to force anything on her just because my own balls were on the line. Even with Sasha, I had never pushed past what she wasn’t ready for.

We were still family. Some lines stayed off-limits until the other person was prepared to cross them.

“Hmm~~ Your hands feel heavenly, Tyler.” Aunt Elise let out a low moan, like some weight had finally left her shoulders. Now that I paid attention, she really was tense—both under my touch and in general.

And it was turning me on.

[Lust level: Orange]

Great.

Even if she wasn’t ready for more, there was no reason I couldn’t plant an idea for later.

“Yeah. You’re really tense. Even this light massage is working wonders. You should cut back on heels.”

“I don’t wear heels,” she replied. “Not that much, at least.”

That was true. I rarely saw her in heels—only when she went out—and even then she usually chose elegant sandals without much height.

“Still, you’re too tense. A visit to a massage therapist might help.”

“I’m not too comfortable with someone putting their hands on me.”

I didn’t know the full reason, but she was conservative around a lot of people. Maybe it had to do with the size of her chest and the stares that came with it.

“Then at least let me do this kind of light massage sometimes. And stretch if you can.”

I added the stretching part so the suggestion wouldn’t sound completely lecherous.

“Hmm~~” She hummed softly. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll see what I can do about it.”

“Great. You want anything else, or should I finish up?” My hands were still gently working her feet.

She sighed. “Well, I guess that’s enough for now.”

I nodded, careful not to look disappointed, and returned to my recliner. It didn’t make much sense to oil someone’s back and ignore their legs, but she clearly wasn’t comfortable going further.

With her face down, I could still look all I wanted. First, though—

“I’m gonna get myself something to drink. You need anything?”

She hummed without opening her eyes. “A margarita sounds great.”

“Coconut?”

“Yep.”

I stood up, but instead of heading straight into the house, I quietly changed direction once I was out of her line of sight and made my way to the shed to pay a visit to the other party.

Who was the other party?

“Giorgio.”

I opened the shed door and found the pool boy with his shorts down, one hand on his dick and the other holding his phone, filming the obvious subject outside.

“That’s not a very nice thing to do.”

He panicked, scrambled to stop the recording and pull his shorts up, then tripped and fell in his hurry. The noise was loud enough to startle Aunt Elise.

“Giorgio? Are you still not done?” she called.

“Answer her, Giorgio,” I said quietly as I stepped closer. He kept backing away.

“Giorgio?” she called again. When he still didn’t answer, she stood up and started walking toward the shed.

Seeing her approach, I moved at full speed. Before Giorgio could react, I snatched the phone from his hand and checked the gallery before he could lock it.

It was full of photos and videos of the women in this house—sunbathing, changing, everything.

“Tch, tch, tch.”

He panicked harder and swung at me. I caught the punch with one hand and forced him down, fracturing his arm in the process.

“Ahh!!!”

A raw scream of pain tore out of him.

“What is going on in there?” Aunt Elise quickened her pace. When she stepped into the shed and saw me holding Giorgio’s arm while he knelt in pain with a phone in my other hand, her expression stayed carefully neutral.

“What is going on, Tyler?”

“Please…” Giorgio whispered. He was clearly an immigrant. Getting fired—or worse, reported—would ruin him. Not that I cared. On the West Coast, I was known as one of the more ruthless people around, worse than even my grandmother when it came to certain matters. Of course, no one knew who I was because I never got my own hands dirty before.

Ever.

But that was about to change today.

“You should have thought about that before, Giorgio.” I handed the phone to my aunt. “Look what he’s been doing.”

As she scrolled through the images and videos, her face shifted from confusion to clear disgust.

“Tyler, call the cops and report what happened here. I need everything he has and the names of everyone he’s shown these to.”

Logical, yes.

But not the right call.

“How about you let me handle this one, Aunt?”

She looked at me, clearly wondering what I meant. I simply smiled.

“Why don’t you get dressed and start working on lunch? I’ll be back soon.”

She studied me for a moment, then nodded and left.

I kept smiling until she was gone. When I turned back to Giorgio, the smile had a completely different meaning.

Clothes appeared on my body as if by magic.

“Well, Giorgio. How about we move this meeting someplace else?”

Before he could react, I struck him on the back of the head and knocked him out cold.

~~

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