In the warm afterglow, Neo's eyes widened at the glowing system window only he could see.
Mary: E rank woman. Experienced milf.
Pleasure one level 5 Vala per hour.
Pleasure one level 3 ap per hour.
Linked! This E rank woman is currently linked with host!
Reward! For making the hot milf his first E rank woman cum. Host is rewarded with 20 Vala.
Neo's heart raced as the warm afterglow of their intense encounter still lingered on his skin.
The memory of her soft, mature body trembling beneath him, her experienced moans filling the room, made his cock twitch with renewed hunger.
He swallowed hard, feeling a deep surge of affection and protectiveness toward her.
'She's not just my mother… she's incredible. Strong, beautiful, and now… mine to pleasure.'
Note! Only one slot remaining for an F rank woman!
Neo's eyes widened.
He currently had a whopping 20 Vala. But…only one slot to link an F rank woman…
And if he could use them to invest and get even more Vala, a loop that would help him make his family situation better and even his loved ones.
He thought of Clara and how her family had struggled.
A soft, determined smile touched his lips.
He wanted to lift everyone up, his mom, Clara, everyone scraping by.
For the first time in a long while, he felt truly hopeful.
That night, Neo slept with dreams filled with heated flashes of Mary's curves and Clara's shy smile.
He woke the next morning refreshed, ate a simple breakfast of bread and broth, and found his mother Mary busy reading some papers at the table.
Her robe was loosely tied, the generous swell of her heavy breasts subtly visible through the fabric, stirring memories that made heat pool low in his belly.
"Mom, what is it?" Neo asked, voice steady but concerned.
Mary rubbed her forehead, sighing.
"The new village chief, he's the son of the old one, raised the taxes again.
At this rate, if we can't pay the promised Vala, we'll have to close the bar."
Neo rose sharply, tapping the table hard.
"What!"
He couldn't let the bar close.
It was their lifeline, his chance to see Clara and earn Vala.
His fists clenched with fierce protectiveness.
'I won't let them take this from us. Not from Mom. Not from Clara.'
"How much do we need?" he pressed.
Mary's face turned troubled.
She hesitated, then remembered how Neo had brought those two Vala yesterday.
Every little bit counted.
"Five hundred Vala by the weekend."
Neo's eyes widened.
"Five hundred!"
She nodded grimly.
"It used to be fifty, but with him in charge… we can't argue."
Neo's hand tightened into a hard fist.
Powerlessness burned in his gut, but beneath it, a quiet fire ignited.
He swore to himself he would gather enough Vala that survival would never haunt them again.
'I'll become someone Mom can lean on. Someone Clara can admire.'
"Let's go open the bar today," Neo said firmly.
"We'll count every coin."
Mary's eyes brightened.
She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, wondering when her son had grown so eager.
She pulled him into a tight hug, her soft, full breasts pressing warmly against his chest.
The contact sent a spark of forbidden heat through him, her familiar scent quickening his pulse.
At the bar, Ast and Clara arrived soon after.
Clara gave Neo a hug like always, but this time her lithe body molded against his a second longer than usual, her breath warm on his neck.
He felt the soft press of her breasts and the subtle curve of her hips, desire rushing through him as he held her tighter.
Ast nodded in quiet approval.
Thanks to yesterday's efforts and Neo's growing understanding of the work, today flowed smoother.
The two women warmed to his presence even more.
Clara kept stealing glances, biting her lip when their hands brushed while clearing tables.
The same old man from yesterday swaggered in, prideful, a paper in hand.
Spotting Neo, he grinned.
"It's you, boy!"
He shoved the paper forward.
It was another tax order.
"We already got the notice," Neo said, grabbing it.
The man shook his head.
"That was this week. You still owe for last month."
Neo scanned the amount, heart sinking.
Two thousand Vala.
"I work with the tax guild," the man said flatly.
"You and your mother pay by the weekend."
His gaze slid to Clara, licking his lips as it crawled over her young body with open hunger.
"Or else we'll take payment another way."
Clara recoiled in disgust.
Neo stepped between them instantly, letting her hide behind him.
He felt her trembling against his back, small hands clutching his shirt.
Protective anger and possessive heat surged through him.
'She's mine to protect… and one day, mine to claim.'
"Finished talking? Get out now," Neo growled.
The man sneered but left.
Neo stared at the paper, dread twisting inside.
His mother would break hearing this.
The bar had been in her family since her great-grandparents.
She spoke of it with such pride.
He couldn't let her spirit shatter.
He folded the paper and hid it inside his coat.
'Sorry, Mom. I'll collect the two thousand Vala myself and bring them in.'
With twenty Vala already, and the knowledge he could reinvest, Neo glanced at Clara and Ast.
Asking them to help farm Vala felt wrong, they were already busy as barmaids.
"I won't be working today," he told them.
"Heading to the village square."
Clara nodded, though worry flickered in her eyes.
When Mary arrived moments later, Neo was already bolting out the door.
Clara's gaze lingered on his retreating form, a strange warmth blooming in her chest.
She approached Mary.
"He said he's going to play in the square."
Mary looked worried.
"Is that so?"
She remembered how eagerly he'd helped open the bar yesterday.
Kids were fickle, she supposed, shaking her head.
Yet a secret ache still tingled between her thighs from last night, making her press them together.
Meanwhile, Neo ran toward the square, the weight of two thousand Vala pressing on him like a stone.
'For Mom's sake, I need it by the weekend.'
The pressure only fueled his resolve.
He had twenty Vala and one remaining F-rank woman slot.
His plan was straightforward: use the Vala to pay for a cheap gilf's services, bind her through the system, farm her repeatedly, and upgrade until he reached the goal.
He wanted the cheapest option.
As he walked the square, an old woman caught his eye, long white hair, but with a huge ass and massive breasts, nearly naked, holding a sign: Grandma G: GG price 1 Vala for 3 hours. To your heart's content.
Neo's eyes widened.
He had checked everywhere else; she was the only one cheap enough and F-rank for him.
His gaze traced her voluptuous, experienced body, the massive, heavy breasts barely contained, the wide, inviting curve of her ass.
Heat pooled in his groin despite her age; the system didn't care.
He approached.
She greeted him with a warm smile, patting his head.
"Isn't this you, Neo, son of Mary? Please send my regards to your mother for helping me that day."
Her touch was gentle, almost motherly, yet it sent an unexpected jolt through him.
Neo nodded and thanked her.
"Shut up and call me GG," she said with a grin.
It was better to be honest.
She seemed kind.
"GG, I've been needing a huge sum of Vala.
My class generates it only by having sex with a woman and raising her favorability.
Can you help me?
I'll pay for your service.
If you do, I'll make sure Mom hires you at the bar as a cleaning lady with a nice salary."
GG looked at him, moved.
She knew he had awakened a strong class and expected arrogance, but he was polite and thoughtful.
She had stood here all day for maybe one customer.
His offer, plus the memory of his mother's past kindness, made refusal impossible.
Her eyes softened with warmth, a faint knowing blush coloring her wrinkled cheeks.
She shifted, her massive breasts jiggling, drawing his gaze.
The air thickened with budding tension, the promise of long, sweaty hours where he would explore every inch of her experienced body, pumping Vala into her while she moaned and begged for more.
'This is going to be intense,' Neo thought, heart pounding with a mix of nervousness, determination, and raw, addictive lust.