Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs-Chapter 105: Ch: The Banyan Tree
Marnieβs eyes flared wide with sudden panic, then fluttered half-shut as a hot, pulsing rush filled her ass. Her tongue slipped past her lips, soft and unresisting; her hands fell limp at her sides like forgotten things.
*Splurt-Splurt-Splurt* ππππ¦ππππππ·ππ.πΈπ°π
Daniel kept pulsing, emptying every thick drop deep inside her ass until she felt impossibly full. Her pussy glistened with the slow, steady spill of her own arousal.
"Nngh! Hon...ey..." Marnieβs voice cracked, thin and lewd, barely more than a whimper. "Itβs not... what it looks like..."
Darryl didnβt turn. He didnβt speak. His eyes stayed open, wide and unblinking, locked on the blank stretch of wall like it held an answer he couldnβt say.
Daniel said nothing either, he simply stood there, staring at his father. The silence between them felt heavier than any word.
"Huh? Why isnβt he turning?" Daniel thought, even as his cock kept pumping every last spurt of cum deep into her ass.
For several long minutes, no one dared to speak. The silence thickened, heavy and suffocating. Then realization struckβDarryl wasnβt awake.
His eyes were open, yet empty. His body sat unnaturally straight, rigid and unmoving, like a puppet suspended by invisible strings.
And then, without warning, those strings were cut.
He slumped sideways onto the bed with a soft thud.
βPhew... that really scared me," he muttered inwardly, forcing himself to stay calm as he headed toward the well.
Marnie lay splayed across Danielβs bed, limbs heavy and useless after theyβd slipped away from her bedroom. For another full hour heβd claimed her pussy slow and relentless until she was wrung dry.
Heβd drained the last of her milk too, drawing it from both swollen breasts in deep, greedy pulls until nothing remained but faint, trembling aftershocks.
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Daniel secured the bucket firmly to the rope and slowly lowered it into the well, waiting for the faint splash before pulling it back up.
βKrin Remer,β he thought, holding the bucket steady. βDo you really think I agreed to that dare just to earn money? Haha... Tomorrowβs going to be a very interesting day for you.β
*Splash*
...
The next morning (Dawn).
Daniel woke brimming with energy and slipped quietly out of the house, careful not to make a sound. His parents were still asleep in their room.
The sun had barely risen, and the pale half-moon still hung visibly on the opposite horizon. Daniel wore a simple green tunic, cotton pants and veilβs pouch tucked into his right pocket.
He was certain Krin had already prepared something for himβmaybe a trap, maybe a group of goons to outnumber him, or perhaps something far worse that he hadnβt even considered.
But he had already prepared a plan of his own. The first step was to scan the area before they arrived.
...
"Hmm... I donβt sense any danger here," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
The clearing lay quiet and undisturbed, a massive banyan tree rooted at its center. A gentle breeze brushed against his skin. Thick trees encircled the area like a natural wall, their trunks forming a barrier around the open ground.
One narrow path led into the clearing, while another branched off to the right, winding toward the graveyard.
Daniel moved calmly along the path that led to the graveyard, examining the ground as he walked. His right hand remained inside his pouch, fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of his dagger, ready for any sign of danger.
But he found nothingβno footprints, no broken branches, no sign of an ambush.
Then, he slipped behind the thick trunk of the banyan tree and waited.
A few moments later, Krin stepped into the clearing and approached the banyan treeβalone.
"Ugh... great. Now I have to wait for that son of a farmer," Krin muttered in frustration.
Daniel slowly stepped out from behind the tree, revealing himself. His head was lowered and his expression neutral, as if he were afraid inside. But it was only an act.
Krin instructed him that they would walk to the graveyard together, and that he would explain the dare along the way.
"Your dare is to stay inside the graveyard for twenty minutes. After that, youβll receive your reward," he said in a steady tone, as if he had rehearsed the words over and over.
Danielβs eyes narrowed slightly. Is that it? Just that? No... there has to be a catch.
"So, youβre telling me, I just have to stay inside for twenty minutes, and the gold coins will be mine?" Daniel repeated, his tone edged with suspicion.
Krin nodded without hesitation. "Yes... but you have to stay at the very center of the graveyard."
As they walked, a rusty iron gate gradually came into view. A wide cemented wall enclosed the area in a square, its surface weathered and cracked with age.
A metal signboard was bolted to the wall, the word GRAVEYARD engraved across it, half of the letters hidden beneath a patch of green moss.
There was no lock on the gateβonly a rusty knob holding it shut. Krin stepped forward and yanked it open with a creak sound, a spark of excitement flickering in his chest.
But the moment he turned toward Daniel, a fist collided with his jaw, knocking him off balance.
*BANG*
"Agh!" Krin yelped, stumbling back as pain shot through his face, his excitement instantly replaced by shock.
Daniel moved swiftly, closing the distance before Krin could turn toward him.
Krin spun to curse, but mid-way he realized that Daniel was standing right beside him, he stumbled back in panic.
The punch had hit him hard, and Krin knew he couldnβt take another strike to the jaw.
"Do you even know what youβve done?" Krin shouted, his eyes blazing. "Forget about the money! Youβll stay poor forβ"
Before he could finish his sentence, Daniel bolted toward him, fist clenched for another strike.
Krin froze for a moment, his mind blank with indecision. He tried to dodgeit, but it was too late.
*BANG*
The second punch landed with force, propelling Krin into the rusty iron gate.
"Aaa!" he yelped, as his forehead crashed against the cold metal.
"Status," Daniel murmured under his breath.
