Chapter 278 - 277: Dick Switch

Chapter 278: Chapter 277: Dick Switch

"Well, I understand that, Dad. You know, some of the things that happen outside are kind of unique here... and vice versa." Owen leaned back, contemplating his current life.

"Well, you’re not wrong about that," his father replied.

Ding!

[MILF Quest Detected!]

[Now that your father is here, it’s time to show him the real deal. Fuck Arielle right in front of his face!]

[Rewards: Gift Box]

[Failure: Dick Switch]

[Time Limit: 1 week.]

[The MILF system has finally rested enough; it’s time for its great comeback! And don’t even ask about the failure—you already know how that works (?≧?▽?≦?)]

’Heh... well, look what we’ve got here,: Owen thought, letting out a small chuckle. He was glad the system was back in action, though its sarcastic nature and brutal penalties were as irritating as ever.

As for the "Dick Switch," Owen knew exactly what that meant. If he failed this quest, his anatomy would be swapped with the man sitting across from him. That would effectively end his career and his confidence. It was a brutal penalty, but Owen felt a surge of confidence. He looked at his father with a flicker of pity; the man had no idea what was about to happen or that he had already lost control of his own home.

"So, how has your stay in the village been so far?" Owen asked, keeping his voice casual. "Are you fine with the simple living here? I know it can be hard to adapt to a new environment."

"Hmm... well, I don’t have any problem with the living here. It’s perfect, if you ask me," his father replied, his gaze drifting toward Arielle, who was busy working in the kitchen.

"That’s good to hear. I heard the festival ended two days ago. Did you get a chance to see it?" The man remained clueless to the real show happening around him.

"Yes, I even took the front seat... or more than that," Owen replied with a smirk.

"Haha, well, good for you. Wifey... are you fine with doing the tasks alone?" The man asked, his voice tinged with a longing to help her, or perhaps just to be close to her.

"It’s fine, husby... oh, I do have a favor to ask, but I guess it’s too much for you," Arielle said, casting a playful wink at Owen. That single look told Owen everything he needed to know about what she was thinking.

"Oh? What is it? I’m fine as long as it’s for you," the man replied, scratching his cheek. He couldn’t stand the thought of his busty wife needing anything he couldn’t provide.

Internally, the father was struggling. ’Maybe it’s not bad to order Wen to go outside for a bit,’ he thought. He felt a familiar craving, his body longing for the intimacy he had missed during his long travels.

Arielle, however, was thinking something entirely different. While she loved her husband, she had developed a craving for something much more powerful—specifically, Owen’s twelve-inch cock. She didn’t want a "loving session" with her husband right now; she wanted the thrill of the forbidden.

"Hmn... no, you can rest, husby. I will need Owen’s assistance for a bit... so I hope that’s fine," she smiled. She knew exactly what her husband was thinking, and she found it amusing to keep him at a distance while she played with his son.

The man sighed, feeling drained from his journey. "Ahh... sure... sure. I guess you are worried about me." He took her words at face value, believing she wanted him to rest while their son helped her with the chores.

"I will help Mom for a bit, Dad. You can just watch us from there. We will prepare something good—your favorite food," Owen said, standing up and walking toward the kitchen.

"Thank you, Wen. I will do that," the father replied. He truly believed his son had grown into a mature, dependable young man.

Owen smiled to himself. He felt a wave of pity for his father, but he had no intention of waiting a week to complete the quest. Why wait when the opportunity was right in front of him? He planned to take Arielle right there, while his father watched, oblivious to the act until it was too late.

As he entered the kitchen, he saw Arielle standing by the stove. He decided to test the waters.

"Dear... please grab that for me," Arielle said, pointing toward the salt and pepper.

"Okay, Mom... here, this is what you’re looking for, right?" Owen replied. As he reached past her, he didn’t just hand her the spice; he slid his finger across her backside, groping her soft booty with a firm grip.

"Ahn... ah... yes... this is what I am looking for. Thank you," Arielle gasped, covering her mouth and quickly flipping the omelette to distract from her sudden shudder.

"Hehe, do you love it when we do this, Mom?" Owen whispered, lowering his head toward her ear.

"Yesh... ahn... I love it. Please, do it harder," she whispered back, her breath hitching.

"He might get suspicious if you keep moaning like that," Owen whispered, his voice becoming a command. "Lower your voice and let me do my thing."

Owen reached up, lifting her blouse, and slid his hand down her inner thighs. He felt a sudden wetness. He realized she hadn’t bothered wearing panties; after their last encounter, she probably hadn’t put them back on.

"Are you both fine, wifey? I can help you if you want," the father called out from the living room.

"Don’t worry, husby... hehe, this is not a problem for me... not a breeze," Arielle replied, her voice shaking as she allowed Owen to continue fondling her.

Owen grinned. He could feel her craving for him, and he knew she was ready. "Let’s show him how to properly make a MILF moan," Owen whispered, and he began fingering her deeply.

"Ahn... ahnn... yesh... just like that, keep going right there, Wen..." Arielle felt completely ecstatic. Her body shivered with overwhelming pleasure as his warm fingers slid deep inside her wet heat. At the very same time, she was leaning forward over the wooden chopping board, pretending to prepare another dish for dinner.