058: Another incident
**Chapter 58**
As expected, I was already losing the quiet contest before I had even settled into a proper rhythm.
Aunt Elise was a complete professional. Twenty years of marriage had clearly taught her every possible way to ruin a man with nothing but her mouth. She focused on the head with ruthless precision, swirling her tongue in tight, wet circles, pressing the flat of it firmly against the hypersensitive underside, then sealing her lips just behind the ridge and sucking with steady, controlled pressure that made my thighs tremble.
Every few seconds she would take me a little deeper, let the head bump the soft entrance of her throat, then pull back and repeat the exact same devastating combination.
Sasha was eager and improving fast. Sara was sweet and sincere. Neither of them had this level of refined, almost cruel, skill.
I made a silent, desperate note that both of them needed to learn this technique as soon as possible.
“Fuck…”
The low, broken grunt left me as the second orgasm tore through my body without warning. My cock swelled and pulsed hard between her lips, flooding her mouth with another thick, heavy load no smaller than the first. She took every drop without the slightest spill, throat working in smooth, practiced swallows. The soft, wet sounds of her drinking me down only pushed the pleasure higher. System notifications blinked uselessly at the edge of my vision; I was too far gone to care about a single one of them.
My eyes stayed closed while the last pulses faded. Then she did something that blanked my mind completely.
While I was still buried in her mouth and ridiculously sensitive, she dragged the flat of her tongue slowly, deliberately, across the very base of the head, right over the slit, applying just enough pressure to make my entire nervous system light up.
The sensation was pure, concentrated electricity mixed with something that bordered on pain. My thoughts scattered. My hips jerked. Before I could recover, she did it again, slower, and the second pass turned the pleasure into something almost torturous. My legs shook. Rational thought simply ceased to exist for several long seconds. I heard myself make a sound I didn’t recognize, half moan, half broken whimper, while she continued to nurse the oversensitive head with small, filthy licks.
If words existed that could properly describe that feeling, they were not in my vocabulary. The pleasure was so intense it felt like my mind was turning to warm mush. Every coherent thought dissolved under the wet heat of her tongue.
“Now…”
Her hushed voice finally cut through the haze. She spoke in a low, controlled whisper, lips still brushing the slick head of my cock.
“Make your way back to your room. We’ll talk about this tomorrow when we’re alone.”
I nodded, still half-dazed and breathing hard. As I started to pull back, she gave my cock one last firm, lingering suck, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing, and then released it with a soft, wet *pop*. A thin string of saliva and cum briefly connected her lower lip to the tip before it broke.
“And try to act natural tomorrow,” she added, voice still quiet but steady. “We’ll figure this out.”
I nodded again, checked one final time that Tom was still deeply unconscious and snoring, and slipped out of the master bedroom as silently as I had entered. The hallway remained empty. Only when my own door was locked behind me did I let out a long, shaky breath and collapse onto the bed.
My cock was still half-hard, shiny with her saliva, and twitching with aftershocks. The feeling of her mouth and the memory of how easily she had controlled the entire encounter sat heavy in my mind. I was exhausted in the best and worst ways, but the daily requirement still hung over me like a threat. It was nearly midnight, and I still needed one more ejaculation.
With another tired sigh, I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking. After the wet heat of Aunt Elise’s mouth, after the way she had sucked and licked and swallowed, the simple friction of my own dry palm felt hollow and almost insulting.
There was no soft tongue, no tight seal of lips, no eye contact full of quiet dominance. Just the bare mechanical motion required to avoid the punishment. I closed my eyes and tried to replay the last ten minutes in the master bedroom: the weight of her breasts against my thighs, the perfect suction, the moment she had smirked around my cock while I came too fast. It helped, but only barely. I forced myself through the motions and finally came only a few minutes before twelve, the orgasm weak, short, and deeply unsatisfying. The release left me feeling emptier than before.
[You have ejaculated]
[EXP +5]
Since the night was already a loss in terms of real rest, I decided to clear the backlog of notifications still waiting in my vision.
[You have ejaculated x2]
[EXP +10]
[You have received a blowjob]
[Coins +200]
[You have consumed a dense amount of lust]
[You have consumed a huge amount of lust]
[You have consumed the purest amount of lust]
[Bonus stats +10]
[You have consumed the nectar essence of a female]
[Amount consumed insufficient]
[The previously consumed amount will be added]
[Both essences would be incorporated into one]
[Incorporation successful]
[Bonus stats +14]
[Elise Miller has consumed your essence]
[Amount insufficient]
[Please feed her more for the intended effect]
No achievement for finishing in my aunt’s mouth while her husband snored three feet away. The system’s usual perversion had apparently decided that particular risk didn’t deserve a reward. Still, the bonus stats were useful.
[Stat points: 14]
[Strength: 40]
[Agility: 40]
[Stamina: 40]
[Stat points: 7]
I distributed the remaining points evenly across the physical stats and felt a clean, powerful rush move through my body. The physical fatigue washed away almost completely. The mental weight, the memory of Aunt Elise’s eyes while she swallowed, the quiet order to act natural, the unfinished conversation waiting for tomorrow, stayed exactly where it was. I closed my eyes and tried to believe tomorrow might be simpler.
It wasn’t.
A sharp knock on the door yanked me out of a light, restless doze. The girl who had been on her knees between my legs only moments earlier, Sasha, nearly a foot shorter than me, pulled off my cock with a wet, startled sound and bolted for the bathroom without a word, wiping her mouth as she went. Her disappearance didn’t actually solve the problem. I couldn’t tell exactly who was standing on the other side of the door. It could be Sara or Aunt Elise, and if they came here, expecting to discuss certain events, Sasha would hear every single word from inside the bathroom, and an entirely new disaster would unfold on top of everything else.
I looked down at my cock, still hard, still glistening faintly from Sasha’s mouth, and muttered under my breath, “You’re the cause of half of this.”
I dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, took one steadying breath, and opened the door.
Sara stood there, face tight with genuine worry.
“What happened?”
“It’s Betty. She’s in the hospital.”
“What?!”
Every other problem in my head, Aunt Elise, the morning blowjob, the system, the daily quest, vanished under a sudden spike of concern. I followed Sara out of the house at a near run. Mira was already waiting by my car, arms crossed, expression grim. The three of us piled in, and I drove well over the speed limit the entire way to the hospital. Somehow we weren’t stopped.
At the local hospital we went straight to the VIP ward. Two large men in black suits stood outside the door and immediately blocked our path.
“We’re her friends,” Sara said, voice firm.
“I’m sorry, but we cannot take any risks,” the first guard answered flatly.
“Let us in,” I said. The edge in my voice was sharper than I intended. I already had too many fires burning in my life. This one was not allowed to join them.
“Leave. Now.” The second guard stepped forward, broad shoulders squared. Both of them were nearly a foot taller than me and easily twice as broad through the chest; next to their bulk, I looked almost thin.
Experience from Rox’s world had taught me that size and muscle meant very little when speed and precision were on the other side.
“Argh!”
One clean, controlled strike, and the first guard dropped faster than most people could follow with their eyes. The second man barely had time to register what had happened before I was already in front of him. I met his eyes and spoke in a low, flat tone I didn’t fully recognize as my own.
“You can join your friend on the floor, or you can take him to get checked out. Your choice.”
He reached for the gun at his hip, choosing the stupid option. Before the holster even cleared leather, I had his wrist, redirected the motion, and dropped him with a precise open-handed hit to the side of the neck. He collapsed beside his partner, unconscious but still breathing.
Sara and Mira stood locked together, eyes wide, staring at the two large men who had gone down in single, almost casual strikes from someone half their size and half their weight.
“Let’s go,” I said.
They swallowed in unison and nodded. I pushed the door open without waiting.
Inside, Betty lay in the hospital bed, and her grandfather Steve sat in the chair beside her. Both looked up in surprise as we entered.
“Tyler!” Betty’s voice was weak but clear.
Steve’s expression immediately folded into a deep frown. “Why did they let you pass?”
His gaze shifted past me to the hallway and the unconscious guard still visible on the floor. He fell silent, clearly able to guess what had happened to the second one.
I ignored the old man for the moment and focused on Betty. The second I took in her condition, the visible bruising along her arms, the careful way she held herself, the pain she was trying not to show, the anger that had been simmering since the drive flared hotter and sharper.
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