"But not as handsome as you, Uncle," Owen teased, noticing a few fine lines appearing on the man’s face, even though he was only in his mid-30s.

"Haha... cheeky as ever, Wen! Well, you aren’t wrong though! Haha!" The man laughed heartily, the casual compliment easily inflating his simple ego.

Of course, Owen’s appearance couldn’t genuinely be compared to this plain fellow’s.

For some reason, his features became increasingly refined every time he leveled up.

At the very least, the levels had their uses; Owen had genuinely thought they were just a decoration for his status.

Yet... it was actually useful.

His complexion, facial structure, and even his hair quality improved continuously.

It was as if his physical body underwent a supreme upgrade with each milestone. Owen was more than pleased that the leveling feature offered such aesthetic benefits; no one would ever complain about an already attractive face becoming even more flawless.

It was simply unfortunate for the less blessed out there, while a fortunate individual like himself enjoyed the high life.

"Of course not, Uncle..." Owen maintained his polite, charming expression perfectly.

"Well, let’s look past that. How has life been treating you back here, Wen?" Pamela interjected, clapping her hands together gracefully.

"I’m definitely enjoying life here, Auntie Pam... It’s perfect for me... hehe." Owen was still smiling at her husband... looking at them with delight.

"Good to hear. We didn’t know if you could enjoy such tranquility, though... I heard from my kid that she never likes this place..." She paused, feeling a pang of sadness.

"Fortunately... if fate allows, my daughter and your childhood friend might come here!" Her eyes showed a glint of happiness.

"Ohh, well, I don’t know, Auntie, but I really love the village...the silence behind the barn and the muffled sound of moans." Owen didn’t say the second part out loud.

"Then that would be perfect, Auntie Pam!"

’Heh, sure, that would be the best, Auntie... a two-in-one. How sweet.’ Owen could anticipate a good future... a very sweet one at that.

"Right? Hehe, I’m really glad! Arielle and Morenne were celebrating, hehe, and I’m overjoyed that we met. I planned to visit your home, but look at how fate works!" Pamela closed the distance.

Owen finally broke away from his uncle, who would soon be cuckolded.

Pamela then turned her head toward him as well; she hadn’t managed to give him her own greeting yet because her husband had eagerly stolen the spotlight.

Owen shifted his gaze to his lovely Auntie Pam, offering her a warm, reassuring smile.

Then, without a single word, he stepped forward and embraced her.

He made sure to restrain his strength slightly, considering her spouse was standing right there watching them with an approving grin.

The older man was in a wonderful mood, finding genuine joy in seeing the boy who had practically grown up alongside his daughter turn into such a mature, fine young man.

Time truly moved in the blink of an eye, transforming the once shy kid into a muscular young man who now towered over him.

"Hehe... I know you missed us, Wen, so I’m going to hold onto you for a minute, okay?" Pamela murmured, tightening her grip around his torso.

She buried her face directly against his chest, her arms wrapping firmly around his back.

’Ohhh!!! How can you be this bold right in front of your husband? I love you, Auntie Pam. Your tits are pressing completely flat against me.’ Owen could instantly feel the remarkable plushness of her twin assets molding against his frame.

Perfect, busty size and perfect softness.

Another set of MILF milkers, for sure. The sensation was so intoxicatingly soft that he felt a sudden urge to squeeze them right then and there.

Unfortunately, her husband was standing right in front of them, smiling.

He viewed the passionate display as completely innocent, assuming it was merely an emotional reaction to a long-awaited reunion between a nephew and an aunt...

...

Exactly one minute passed before they reluctantly separated.

Pamela’s cheeks had flushed a vibrant shade of pink; she hadn’t anticipated just how strongly she would react to Owen’s body.

She had instinctively inhaled his unique, masculine fragrance, feeling an intense, sudden rush that she could barely control.

It felt incredibly bad, yet being held by such a vibrant young man made her heart flutter erratically...

"I heard you arrived yesterday, Wen. How was your very first day back in the village?" the husband asked, lifting a trash bin from the ground. Owen couldn’t quite discern the contents, but it appeared to be a mix of empty freshwater shells, tangled lake weeds, and stray debris.

It seemed the couple had noticed the accumulation near the shore and decided to tidy up the area...

"It was absolutely excellent, Uncle... the atmosphere and the surroundings are pristine. Combined with the stunning views, my life here is perfect." Owen spoke with immense enthusiasm.

Naturally, he kept the thought of the gorgeous, busty MILF sucking his cock behind the barn entirely to himself, leaving the pathetic man completely in the dark.

Ignorance is bliss... and that’s true, keke.

"Haha... that’s wonderful to hear! So, do you plan on taking these morning strolls every day?"

"Yes, Uncle..."

"Hoh... I thought young men your age usually preferred to sleep in rather than appreciate the early embrace of the morning sun, or maybe I was just that lazy back then, haha!" The man spoke from his own perspective, viewing himself as an ordinary fellow who had simply lucked into a peaceful life.

"Haha, well, I absolutely refuse to miss out on a refreshing morning blow every single day." Owen’s grin widened significantly as he remembered the three blowjobs he had just enjoyed with the blonde MILF behind the barn.

"Absolutely! A fresh blow of morning breeze is definitely something you shouldn’t miss!" The husband nodded in thorough agreement, completely understanding the young man’s love for nature.

Too bad... the "nature" was completely wild.

"Of course..." Owen murmured smoothly.