Under the Influence of Lust…
The moment Leon activated his skill, Elaine’s body betrayed her. A sharp wave of arousal crashed through her, making her breath hitch.
A fresh warmth spread between her legs—her new panties, which she had changed just this morning, were now completely soaked once again.
‘No… no… Why is my body doing this to me?’ Elaine thought, a mixture of panic and confusion washing over her.
Her heart pounded as she abruptly stood up, breaking the skin contact between them.
“I’m done eating. You guys eat, I’ll… go finish some chores.”
Her voice came out hurried, breathless. Without waiting for a response, she turned and quickly walked out the backdoor, her red face betraying just how flustered she was.
Selene blinked in confusion.
“What’s up with her?” she asked, turning toward Leon.
Leon only smiled. “No idea.”
He casually turned back to his plate, but in reality, his mind was already working.
‘Let’s see what I’m working with here…’
[ Name: Selene ]
[ Class: Housewife ]
[ Race: Human ]
[ Mana: 50/50 ]
[ HP: 100/100 ]
[ Description: A normal housewife. Vulnerable under pressure. ]
‘Hmm… I should use this skill more often.’
He glanced at Selene, his smirk widening slightly.
“So, What class did you get in this ceremony or whatever?” Leon asked with a smile.
“What do you think my class is?” she asked, her lips curling into a small smile.
“Housewife?” he replied without hesitation.
Selene chuckled. “You already knew that, didn’t you?”
Leon shrugged. “Nope. Just a lucky guess. And from the look on your face, I guess I was right.”
“You are,” Selene admitted, still smiling. “My class is Housewife. It lets me cook good food, take care of children, and… well, do other things.”
Leon nodded, but before he could respond, something caught his attention.
A thin trickle of white liquid had begun to seep through Selene’s nightgown, staining the fabric.
“Ah… it’s leaking,” he commented, pointing his fork toward her chest with a completely neutral expression.
Selene’s eyes widened. “What?”
She followed his gaze downward and froze.
“Oh, shit…” she whispered, quickly standing up. The milk had started dripping more visibly now, her gown clinging to her full, swollen breasts.
She hurried toward the kitchen, muttering curses under her breath.
Leon smirked.
‘Opportunity, Yes.’
Without hesitation, he stood up and followed her.
—
Inside the kitchen, Selene was already standing by the counter, a wooden bowl in hand.
Her movements were quick, practiced—she had done this a hundred times before. She reached down, pulling her gown aside to free one of her heavy, milk-laden boob.
Just as she was about to squeeze it, a deep voice whispered into her ear.
“Would you like me to help you?”
Selene’s entire body went rigid.
A shiver crawled up her spine, a mix of surprise and something far more arousing.
“W-What?” she stammered, her voice unsteady.
Leon leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck.
“Do you want me to massage them? It’ll help you milk them more efficiently,” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with lust. “I can be very gentle…”
Selene’s breath hitched.
Heat flared across her cheeks, her mind momentarily blanking and her ears started to get really warm.
This was wrong. This was so wrong.
And yet…
“W-Why not…?”
The words slipped past her lips before she could even think.
Leon smirked. ‘She’s really vulnerable under pressure.’
Moving slowly, deliberately, he slid his hands over her waist, his fingers trailing beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown.
Selene’s breath grew shaky as she felt his warm hands inching higher… higher…
Then—
A sharp inhale escaped her as Leon cupped both of her full, sensitive boobs.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
It had been so long… since she had felt a man’s hands on her like this. It was even different from yesterday evening.
Leon kneaded her soft flesh with practiced ease, his thumbs circling over her nipples, teasing the sensitive buds as he covered her nipples and areolas with her own milk.
Selene bit her lip, her knees feeling weak as he pressed himself closer against her back.
The hard ridge of his cock throbbed against her plump ass, and her breath caught in her throat.
“How does it feel?” Leon whispered, his fingers flicking over her nipples. His voice as calm as a sea.
“G-Good…” Selene admitted, her voice trembling.
Her thoughts were a mess. Her body was betraying her.
She should stop this.
She should push him away as a good sister…
But instead, she stayed still, letting his strong hands dominate her completely.
Leon smirked.
‘She’s melting in my hands… watching porn and woman anatomy wasn’t for nothing.’
His fingers pressed firmly against her swollen nipples, halting the flow of milk momentarily before he began to squeeze and massage her boobs even more.
“Your breasts need to get closer to the bowl,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
Selene shuddered.
“Y-Yes…”
Almost instinctively, she bent forward, pressing her soft, milk-filled breasts toward the bowl.
Leon smirked as he removed his fingers from her nipples—
And immediately, milk squirted from her breasts, splashing into the bowl below.
A deep groan rumbled in his chest.
The way her tits twitched with every squeeze, the way the milk sprayed out in thick spurts—it was driving him crazy.
His cock throbbed harder against her ass, straining against his pants.
But Selene said nothing.
She simply let him continue as she got man-handled by her step-brother.
Seeing this, Leon was more than ready to push the limits as far as they could go.
