Chapter 123: Ch:123 Cow’s surrender

The room was an underground dome, its walls curving overhead, holding no more than twenty people. Not too large, not too small — just enough for hushed conversations to carry.

Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting warm, dancing shadows. At the far end, a stage was set, and atop it, a man sat with quiet authority on a throne, his presence commanding the space.

“Rumours are rumours… there were Niharin as well,” Zero said, his tone steady, though a faint edge of nervousness lingered beneath it.

The man straightened, his eyes narrowing beneath the mask. “Say it clearly. Now is not the time for riddles.”

“I… I mean—”

As Zero opened his mouth to speak, a white-hooded figure slipped through a wooden door. Its face was hidden behind a dark wooden mask, motionless and unreadable.

“Commander, Blake said you called for me?”

The man turned toward the white-hooded figure. “Yes, Zane. What’s the situation in the South District?”

“For now, there are only two pieces of news. First, the pilgrims’ barrier has been restored. Second, the rot spreading within the safe area has been contained. And recently, I’ve gathered new information about a summoner who can call Niharin, disguising themselves as an ordinary person,” Zane said, his tone steady and confident.

“That’s really great news,” the commander said, his tone sharp, tinged with pride.

With a gesture of the commander’s hand, Zane left the room, his movements deliberate and measured. Then, his gaze then shifted to Zero, who stood silently, motionless as a shadow.

“Zero, I’ll give you a week to finish what you’ve started. Find that person and kill him. If you can’t… I’ll send someone else. Now go,” the commander said, his final words cutting through the room.

Zero nodded softly but didn’t speak a word before leaving the room.

*Thud*

’Damn it, Marco,’ Zero thought, walking through the cave with fire dancing in his palm. ’Marco… will you forgive me if I kill one of your students? I didn’t mean to kill your brother that day. I saved you that day… but you—’

…

Daniel stepped into the kitchen and noticed shards of clay scattered across the center of the floor, a broom lying nearby as if someone had been cleaning only moments ago.

“What happened here, Aunt?” Daniel asked, a puzzled expression crossing his face.

Jessica shrugged. “Oh, the clay… I tripped when I was about to clean it before cooking,” she lied.

Daniel sat down calmly on a chair, his eyes scanning the room while she brushed the kitchen floor clean. The earthen stove burned steadily with fire, and beside it rested a clay pot filled with raw goat meat and chopped vegetables.

But as his eyes fell on the evening sunrays streaming through the window, he didn’t hesitate to stand from his chair.

Jessica leaned down to set the pot on the earthen stove. Just then, Daniel hiked up her blue skirt, yanked her panties down, and lunged at her pussy like a viper.

*Suck-Lick-Lick*

“Mnnh~” a soft moan escaped her lips.

Before the earthen stove, her body shivered, hands clamping together as she bit her lower lip on instinct.

“D-Daniel, it’s not the right time,” she stammered, glancing back over her shoulder.

He ignored her pleas, lost in devouring her slick folds — tongue plunging deep as her warm juices flooded his mouth.

’Fuck, his tongue… ahh<3 it’s not good, my husband is right there, what if I get caught having sex? No, I can’t let it happen,’ she thought, reaching back to stop him.

Her delicate fingers tapped his face.

“D-Daniel, your uncle is right there. We can’t do this,” she stammered, her tone low and urgent.

“Mwaah… just so we’re clear. I’m going to fuck you,” Daniel growled, lunging back to devour her dripping pussy.

“Mmnhh~ ahh~” she moaned softly.

’Stop lying, my cow milf. I know you want it, I know you’ve been dying to be fucked after I vanished for six days. It’d be disrespectful to my honor if I didn’t bang you tonight,’ he murmured, his tongue lashing faster, hungrier.

Jessica froze in place, hands resting on her thighs, body leaning forward as she yielded to his one-sided assault.

’Oh God, it’s coming… I’m—’

*SQUIRT*

“Ngh! Mnhhn~”

Without any warning, she unleashed a violent gush, squirting across his face, her legs trembling, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling in bliss. Yet his thrusts never faltered.

*Suck-Lick-Lick-Lick*

Moments later, Daniel pulled back from her folds and stepped forward, offering her a taste of her own juices.

*Smooch~*

Jessica’s body was already on fire, and to fuel it even further, he kissed her fiercely, driven by a raw hunger to fill her holes, until she leveled up.

As their fierce kiss raged on, Daniel hoisted her up, hooked her knees to his waist, carried her to the dinner table and laid her out gently — like a thanks-giving turkey.

*Chu~*

Daniel broke the kiss slowly, deliberately—a glistening string of saliva stretching between their lips. Then he swiftly yanked down his cotton pants and slapped his rock-hard cock atop her swollen folds.

“Aunt, you still want to stop me from fucking you?” Daniel taunted, rubbing his tip along her glistening pussy.

Jessica swallowed hard, eyes fluttering half-shut from the scorching ache throbbing deep inside her. Then, with a desperate buck of her hips, she impaled herself on his cock — its thick head stretching her tight walls, breaching her soaking entrance in one shuddering plunge.

“Anh— mmph!” she moaned loudly, then clamped a hand over her mouth mid-cry.

Daniel smirked at her lewd face. ’I knew it, she can’t resist my cock on top of her pussy.’

Though he’d sensed she couldn’t resist, Daniel hadn’t expected her to take the first plunge.

Jessica lay spread on the table in missionary position, legs splayed wide, hands gripping her knees. Her mind drowned in lust, eyes locked on his length as it slowly breached her, inch by inch.

’God, please give me the strength to endure this, I can’t help myself but moan like a slut. Please God, I don’t want my husband to caught us fucking,’ she thought, her walls clenching greedily around him.

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