Shen Yuo stood before the full-length mirror in his dorm room, adjusting the cuffs of his button-up shirt. The System's latest upgrade had enhanced more than just his pheromones and awareness—it had given his posture a natural dominance, a sharper jawline, and a simmering allure that practically radiated off his skin. He didn't even need to consciously activate the effects anymore. The moment he stepped outside, heads turned.
This afternoon was different. Sarada Ayane had invited him to her bakery under the pretense of giving him some pointers on a side project—supposedly, he was helping her with a marketing idea involving a "youth appeal." But Shen knew what that twinkle in her eye had meant the last time she'd handed him a cookie with her fingers brushing against his lips.
"System," Shen murmured, glancing at his phone. "Status check."
[MILF Conquest System: ACTIVE]
Pheromone Output: 120% Charm: 135% Erogenous Mapping Enabled Performance Mode: Ready
Current Tokens: 8,430 Bank Balance: ¥134,000
Daily Quest: Engage in one sensual act with a MILF target. Bonus if filmed. Reward: 1,500 Tokens + Masculinity Boost.
He smirked. "Noted."
The walk to Sarada's bakery took barely ten minutes. The streets were shaded by the golden spill of late afternoon sun, casting warm glows on storefronts and passersby. Her bakery stood tucked between two trendy boutiques, smelling of cinnamon, vanilla, and something far more inviting.
The bell above the door chimed as he entered. Sarada looked up from behind the counter, her smile immediate and intoxicating. Today, she wore a pastel pink apron over a low-cut cream blouse, the soft curves of her cleavage subtly accented by flour dust and her usual warm elegance.
"Oh, Shen," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Right on time. Come in, come in… the kitchen's all yours today."
Shen stepped closer, noting the soft red glow pulsing at her collarbone, across the inside of her wrists, and down her exposed legs—the System's visual cues humming with invitation. Sarada reached over the counter and gently touched his arm.
"You look so grown today," she whispered.
"And you look dangerously sweet," he replied, voice husky.
[System Notification: Sarada Ayane's heart rate elevated. Arousal building. Erogenous zones primed. Performance Mode suggested.]
She led him into the kitchen, a warm and inviting space filled with flour-dusted counters and bowls of half-finished frosting. A cake stood halfway decorated nearby.
"We can pretend it's baking class if you like," she said with a playful wink.
Shen stepped behind her, placing a hand on her hip. She inhaled sharply. "Only if I'm the teacher today," he murmured, lips grazing her ear.
[System Activated: Performance Mode - Enhancing Dexterity, Focus, Endurance.]
Sarada turned in his arms, her cheeks flushed. "You really shouldn't flirt with me like this. I'm older, I bake…"
"You're beautiful," Shen cut in. "And you want this. Just as much as I do."
His hand cupped her cheek as he kissed her slowly. She moaned softly against him, pressing her body to his.
The System camera on his phone blinked alive in his back pocket, silent and discreet, beginning its automatic recording. Sarada's breath quickened as she slid her arms around his neck.
He walked her backward until her back pressed against the floured counter. Their kisses deepened, her apron untied and slipping off as he ran his hands beneath her blouse, finally grasping the soft fullness of her breasts. A whimper escaped her lips as his thumb grazed her hardening nipple.
"Shen..."
"Let me taste you," he said, voice thick with hunger. He dropped to his knees as Sarada leaned back, gripping the counter. He slowly pulled her skirt up, exposing the lace edge of her stockings. Her legs trembled slightly as he leaned in, kissing the inside of her thigh.
Her panties were damp, barely holding back her arousal.
[System Analysis: Maximum Pleasure Zone Detected - Inner Thighs, Clitoral Region. Suggested Focus: Oral Stimulation.]
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly dragged them down. Her scent filled him, sweet and intoxicating. Sarada gripped his hair, urging him closer as his tongue teased her folds. Her knees buckled slightly, but he held her firm, feasting on her slowly.
"Oh god... Shen!" she cried, hips grinding against his mouth.
The System recorded every moan, every tremble, every twitch of her thighs.
And as her first climax rolled through her, Shen smiled.
He was just getting started.
Sarada's breath came in ragged waves, her body trembling as the waves of her climax slowly receded. Her hands were still tangled in Shen's hair, her back arched off the kitchen counter slightly, flour dusted along the curve of her hips. The blush on her cheeks was more than heat—it was surrender. She looked down at him, dazed and glowing.
But Shen wasn't finished.
He rose slowly, licking his lips with deliberate sensuality as he met her eyes. The System flashed a subtle pulse behind his pupils, amplifying his allure. The outline of his hardened shaft pressed insistently against the fabric of his pants, and Sarada's gaze dropped to it, lips parting slightly.
"I hope you're not too sweet to melt," Shen whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear as he leaned in.
"I'm still baking," she murmured with a half-dazed smile, fingertips trailing down his chest. "And you haven't even set the timer yet."
[System Notification: Subject Sarada Ayane - Arousal State: Critical. Inhibitions: Minimal. Suggesting Deep Penetration with Breast Play for Optimal Satisfaction and Token Gain.]
He responded by slipping his fingers under her blouse and pushing it over her shoulders, revealing a lacy white bra—utterly innocent and completely out of place in a moment like this. He unhooked it easily, letting it fall, her breasts full and flushed from arousal.
His hands cupped them reverently, fingers toying with her sensitive nipples as he pressed his lips to her throat. She moaned and arched against him again, knees wobbly.
"Turn around," he said lowly, his voice pure velvet.
Sarada obeyed almost instinctively, turning and bracing herself against the floured countertop. She glanced back over her shoulder, hair tousled, lips swollen from their earlier kisses.
He unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing with the need he had been barely containing. The System locked into Performance Mode, sharpening every nerve in his body, heightening his stamina, ensuring he could take her through another climax—and another after that.
He pressed himself against her slick entrance, teasing her folds with the tip, before slowly pushing in. Sarada gasped, one hand flying to her mouth as he filled her inch by inch.
"F-fuck…" she whimpered. "Shen…"
He gave her a moment to adjust, then pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a deep, measured rhythm. Her soft cries bounced off the kitchen walls, mixing with the faint hum of the ovens and the occasional ding of timers she'd forgotten to silence.
Flour puffed into the air with every thrust as her hips knocked against the countertop. He reached forward, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples in rhythm with his deep strokes.
"Is this how you teach baking?" he teased breathlessly.
"I—ahh!—I only teach special students like this…"
[System Capture Active. Angle: Side. Tokens Accrued: +420.]
He leaned over her, his chest to her back, as one hand snaked down her stomach to her clit, fingers circling with practiced skill. She came again with a scream muffled into the crook of her elbow, her walls spasming around his cock, tightening deliciously.
"Fuck, Sarada…" Shen groaned, his hips pistoning faster now, driven by the tightness and the slippery warmth of her release.
She turned her head toward him, lips brushing his cheek. "Don't you dare stop…"
[System Alert: Critical Engagement. Suggesting Finisher – Creampie with Breast Massage.]
He wrapped an arm around her chest, pulling her up to standing as he kept thrusting from behind. With his other hand, he kneaded her breasts, feeling her body jerk and spasm with every rough thrust. She threw her head back against his shoulder, a low whimper bubbling from her throat.
"Gonna cum again…" she whispered, barely coherent.
"So am I."
He pounded into her harder, her body bouncing against his as their moans rose in tandem. Her legs gave out just as he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing inside her as he released deep within.
They stayed there, bodies joined, breath ragged, the faint scent of sugar and sweat filling the air. Her skin was glowing, sticky with flour and heat and something far more primal.
[System Update: Quest Completed – Sensual Act + Recording. Reward Granted: +1,500 Tokens. Masculinity Boost +3. New Token Balance: 9,930.]
Shen gently withdrew, both of them sighing at the loss of connection. He helped her sit on the small stool near the corner, brushing her hair from her eyes.
Sarada smiled, lazily tugging him close. "You're… unbelievable."
"You bring out the best in me," he said, tucking himself back in.
She reached forward and grabbed a piping bag nearby, chuckling weakly. "Now help me finish the damn cake or we'll both be in trouble."
[System Notification: Bonus Objective Available – Flirty Baking (Optional). Possible Additional Tokens: +500]
He grinned. "Let's get messy again."
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