Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: MILF-001 (1) [Han Sarang]
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Kingsville underground parking lot.
Choi A-ran dragged her aching body out to see me off personally.
She waved her hand, sending one last warning glare my way.
"Babe. Don't forget to text me all the time. If you ignore my messages 'cause you're rolling around with some other chick, you know what happens, right?"
"...Yeah. Of course."
"Oh, and here. Just drive this around."
—Whoosh
Out of nowhere, she tossed me her Bentley key.
I caught it reflexively and stared at her in disbelief.
"...Wait, A-ran. Why are you giving me this?"
She shot me a hurt look, narrowing her eyes like an axe.
"I'm trying to boost my man's ego a bit. You don't think I'm gonna put a ring in your nose or something, do you?"
"No, never. Of course not. It's just... this thing's way too expensive. Who gives their boyfriend a Bentley to 'boost his ego'?"
"What? Too much pressure?"
"Obviously. Makes me look like I'm just here to suck your blood."
"Ugh. Babe, you can suck a little blood if you want. A guy needs to look cool for his girl to feel proud. Got it? So shut up and take it."
"...For real? I can really take it? Like, seriously?"
"What, you think I'm testing you? I've got two spare cars anyway. Benz and Ferrari."
"...No way."
"Anyway, you get the idea. Drive it around thinking of me. And when A-ran calls, come running."
Of course. After a sponsorship like this, I'd come running anytime.
This was a princess who'd handed over a Bentley key, after all.
"From now on, room cleaning, meal prep, bathing assistance—anything you need, just say the word. I'll repay this kindness with my life."
"Good, good. Even for a rich girl like me, a Bentley stings a little. I'm pushing it for you, so don't take it and then clam up."
"Oh dear. You mean this? I might fool around down there, but I keep my word between people. Don't worry, I won't forget this favor."
"Okay. Now, goodbye kiss."
I gave her the hot, passionate kiss she demanded.
When our lips finally parted, she smirked mischievously as she pushed me into the car.
"Don't eat too much junk food. You'll ruin your appetite."
"...Got it. I'll text a lot."
"Yeah. Drive safe."
—Vroom
And just like that, the long, endless day finally came to an end.
I hopped into my unexpected new ride and pulled out of Kingsville's underground parking lot.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Hah. Fuck. This is home?"
Returning to my shabby studio felt like a massive downgrade.
Everything from the size to the smell had gone to shit.
If I'd never known any better, it might've been fine.
But after tasting that life, my daily grind just felt pathetic.
"Sigh. Gotta marry A-ran someday."
Like she said, unless I sucked a bit of blood, escaping this poverty seemed impossible.
I let out a deep sigh and flopped onto the worn-out sofa.
"Whew. Enough whining. Time to check the rewards."
I shook off the thoughts and opened the boxes from my pay.
Two big ones from the JUF regular title smash hit.
And a small one from the SISS event shoot.
Save the best for last, so I started with the small one.
"Let's see what we've got."
My heart was pounding.
The studio always surprised me with weird gifts.
I couldn't wait to see what they'd sent this time.
—Rip
Tearing open the box revealed a long glass vial.
And at the same time, a hologram blocking my view.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ < Love Oil > • A mystical oil for massages. It puts your partner in a naughty mood and stimulates their senses. Effect lasts for one hour. "Oil?"
From the description, it seemed like massage oil.
But the effects were intriguing.
Aphrodisiac just from applying it.
With this, tackling new titles wouldn't be so tough.
I quickly composed myself and bowed deeply to the air.
Thanking the boss for this precious item.
"Even after my blunders as an actor, you grant me such a treasure. I'll repay you with better work."
After the ritual, I tore into the next box.
Another glass vial like the Love Oil, but smaller and there were tons of them.
Over thirty, easy.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ < Anti Juice > • Grants contraception when consumed. Men must drink it. Side effects include stickier semen and increased volume. Safe for partner to ingest. Effect lasts one day. "...Holy shit. Drinkable condoms?"
The side effects weren't too bad.
Hell, more cum volume might thrill Choi A-ran.
And for visuals, thicker, stickier loads looked hotter than watery ones anyway.
Dumping a huge, creamy load would give the partner a huge sense of accomplishment too.
"Heh. Sometimes side effects are a bonus."
I pocketed five Anti Juices as daily carry.
No more condom worries.
Creampies galore, no need to make partners pop pills.
Best contraception ever—win-win.
"Boss knows best. Loyalty forever."
Finally, the third box.
Another glass vial inside, filled with a mysterious white liquid sloshing around.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ < Milk Juice > • Induces sweet breast milk from pleasure alone, no pregnancy needed. Drinking slightly enlarges breasts and boosts sensitivity. Effect lasts one week. "...Oh shit."
Holy grail.
A divine elixir from the gods.
Blessing non-pregnant women with milk.
What miracle was this?
Milking was on my bucket list.
A play most guys never experience.
Makes sense.
Milk means pregnancy.
That limits it to wives or affair partners.
Sure, suck your pregnant wife's tits.
But that's not true milking.
True milking hinges on maternal love.
A MILF offering her milk out of pure motherhood, despite not being a mom.
Drinking that while feeling the thrill of conquering her as a male.
Then corrupting that MILF into a mere bitch.
That's the essence of real milking.
Scenarios were already flashing in my head.
Perfect timing—this shoot featured my mother-in-law.
Milk leaking from those massive tits? My dick was already twitching.
"Alright. Let's check out our mother-in-law's profile again."
I opened the Partner Management Console and tapped the new profile.
No first shoot yet, so real-time observation and mind chat were locked.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 👤 Name: Han Sarang 🎂 Age: 38 📏 Height: 166.3cm 🍈 Bust: 65H 💼 Job: Pilates Instructor & Creator ❤️ Favorability: 27% 📱 Next Schedule: SNS & Personal YouTube Shoot ⭐ Main Schedule: Terrestrial Panel Appearance 🎯 Preferences: Leggings, Exercise Gear, Adult Toys, Men's Underwear, Pasta "...Damn. Look at that profile."
Han Sarang.
The name alone was a winner.
Bust a whopping H-cup, one size bigger than Choi A-ran's massive G.
Standout: super young for a mother-in-law.
Favorability started at 27%, unlocking her preferences.
Means she already knows about me.
Studio setup for the shoot, probably.
Recognizes me as son-in-law, story kicks off.
Curious about the plot, I checked the shooting plan.
Reference materials gave the gist.
📜 SHOOTING PLAN 📜 Mother-in-Law! Atone with Your Body! #1
🎬 Main Concept: Mother-in-Law
📋 Details: Voluptuous Big-Tits Fitness Seductress Tease
👨 Male Lead: Kang Min-hyuk
👩 Female Lead: Han Sarang
📍 Location: The Forest Bldg. 203
⏰ Date/Time: Sept 21, 09:00
🔗 Reference: MILF-001
📊 Progress: 0%
⭐ Completion: 0%
"Ooh. Solid roots."
Motif was MILF series 001.
Starring the era's top voluptuous actress, still a masterpiece.
The series featured ripe married women, as the name implied.
Wife stolen by boss.
Young stepmom aroused by son.
Mother-in-law sexier than the wife.
That vibe.
001 focused on mother-in-law.
Amid marriage talks, cheating wife; mother-in-law atones by repaying her "debt."
The debt? Son-in-law's sexual needs, obviously.
Son-in-law lonely, so she eases his urges out of guilt.
But soon, she's the desperate one.
She's been alone too, thanks to her husband's cheating.
Rediscovers womanly thrills, starts seeing son-in-law as a man.
They sneak fucks even with daughter home.
Go full beast in her room after daughter leaves.
Even revenge-fucks her in daughter's clothes.
MILF-001 was that epic.
Direction and scenarios hit artistic peaks.
"Filming that with this sex goddess mother-in-law, huh?"
I soaked in Han Sarang's H-cup tits again.
A savage grin crept across my face.