Secretly With the Sleeping Aunt (2)

I decided against claiming the stab-proof vest right away and hit the 'X' to close the window. Just as expected, the third quest notification popped up.

Exactly as I'd guessed—a quest with slightly higher intensity, offering MP and Tactical Gloves. The phrase "final quest of the night" suggested more would follow next night.

'Gotta finish this before Auntie wakes up.'

A moment later.

Like the saying goes—"the first is hard, the second easy, the third natural"—my right hand flowed effortlessly toward Auntie's lower body. Soon, my hand cautiously settled on the fleshy thigh wrapped in leggings, feeling a firmer bounce than her soft, jiggly breasts—springy and taut.

The thigh pushed back with a lewd resistance proportional to my fingers' pressure. That thigh I'd always craved to touch whenever we sat side by side... Now gripping it full in my palm—grip! grip! grip!—my rock-hard cock throbbed in my pants, syncing with each knead.

'Fuck... no wonder guys love those pics of dudes groping girls' thighs while driving.'

I savored the meaty allure so different from her tits, clenching and releasing my hand countless times. I'd long passed the "3 times" mark, but I slid my hand inward bit by bit, plotting how to reach her ass.

Auntie's inner thighs felt even softer and squishier than the outer. As I gently stroked them, I checked for any gap between the sofa and her ass, but that overwhelming 40-inch beast clung without a millimeter of space.

To grope it properly, I'd have to wedge my hand into that seamless crevice... but my gut screamed it'd wake her.

'Can't blow it now after coming this far.'

For about two minutes, I kneaded those addictively thick thighs while brainstorming ways to expose her ass again. Then, a simple, natural idea hit me.

'Just roll her onto her side.'

Auntie Hye-yeon lay awkwardly against the sofa backrest—not ideal for sleep. Gently pushing her sideways would naturally reveal that 40-inch glory. Even if she stirred, I could play it off as helping her sleep comfortably.

With the perfect solution in mind, I acted fast. First, I lifted my hand from her thigh, then carefully pushed her right forearm to tip her onto the sofa.

Her body slowly tilted... then smoothly rolled over. No resistance—she settled flat on the sofa. And there it was: the leggings-clad, plump ass finally exposed.

Bigger than that "supermoon" the news hyped— not just massive, but perfectly shaped like a ripe peach or apple under the tight fabric. I swallowed hard for the umpteenth time.

Gulp...'Auntie's ass... I've jerked off to it over a hundred times...'

Memories of this hypnotic ass flashed briefly, but I craned my neck to check her face. Eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw her pink lips—still glossy from my kiss and lick—softly breathing in deep sleep.

Lying flat instead of sitting awkwardly, she looked more at peace. Relief, certainty, and sticky lust boiled up—my hand moved.

It softly gripped the ass I'd only ogled before. The texture flooded my palm beyond imagination: heavy weight, bouncy like a childhood rubber ball, yet deliciously soft.

'Each cheek watermelon-sized with this feel... insane.'

My eyes and mouth gaped; my grip tightened.

Squeeeze♡

Overwhelmed by the real feel of the forbidden flesh I'd spied on since puberty, my fingers sank deep before I snapped out of it.

'Shit...'

I yanked my hand back, glancing up—thankfully, her eyes stayed shut, no sign of discomfort or waking.

"Haa..."

Tension melted into a quiet sigh of relief. But memories of that supreme texture and buried fingers pulled my hand back like a magnet...

...

Just like after the second chain quest, I kept groping Auntie's ass even after reading the completion notice.

'This ass I've stared at for nearly ten years... gotta feel it while I can.'

No telling when ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd get another chance, so I imprinted its springy perfection with devoted "care." Rivaling her tits in addictiveness, that luscious flesh...

As I stroked the whole glorious mound in ecstasy, something peeked from the deep crevice.

At the center of the plump, swollen clam—like a slit carved in. A thick female ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠musk wafted up.

My instinct-driven hand dove deep toward it—when a soft murmur rose from beyond her high hips.

"Mm-hng..."

Rustle rustle—she shifted, slowly raising her upper body.

Startled, I could only yank my hand from her ass.

****

The moment Kim Minwoo pulled away from Lee Hye-yeon's lips after his first kiss, she stirred from her light sleep.

Conscious but not fully awake, she'd spent the day drowning in stress and fatigue from the unbelievable apocalypse. She was retreating into sleep's sanctuary when a warm breath brushed her face, then something touched her lips.

'!!!'

Shocked, she lifted her heavy eyelids. In her blurry vision, a man was kissing her.

Soon, she realized it was Kim Minwoo—practically her nephew.

'Why is Minwoo kissing me...'

Her mind froze at the incomprehensible scene. Then she felt his tongue lick her lips before he pulled away.

Next instant: If he knew she was awake, it'd get awkward for both. She snapped her eyes shut, pretending to sleep, steadying her quickening breath while trying to process.

For about a minute—a long yet short time—she sorted her chaotic thoughts and found a rational explanation.

'Right... in extreme situations, humans' breeding instincts spike. Minwoo seemed calm, but he must be stressed too.'

She concluded his kiss stemmed from heightened "instinct" amid life-threatening chaos. No sooner had she settled on that than the young male's hand reached for her heavy breasts.