"Yes... Time really flies, Uncle. So many things have happened, and now I’m back here." Owen smiled like a man with nothing but complete innocence in his head.

"Haha... you’ve grown into a truly fine man, Owen. So, do you have a girlfriend yet?" As a man, asking those kinds of questions was practically mandatory!

"I don’t, Uncle... but I’m living a good life, and that’s all that matters." Owen then cast a glance toward Morenne, who was already staring intently back at him.

’Heh, I’m living a wonderful life with your wife, Uncle so you don’t have to worry at all.’ Owen thought as he gave a subtle wink to Morenne.

"Oh... that’s good to hear! The village can get pretty dull, so I hope you can find enough entertainment around here."

"Of course, Uncle... I’m just trying to find what I truly love...that will fill my lonely life uncle."

"That’s good to hear Owen, I’m rooting for your success!" The man gave a big thumbs-up.

One just needs a supportive uncle and life would be perfect.

"Yes Uncle, I will gladly find it.."

’And do the deed...behind your back Keke..’

"Then... I’ve got to head out now. Honey, please help Owen out for a bit while I tend to some patches in the fields." He spoke as he turned toward his significant other, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before departing alongside Jack, their faithful dog!

"Yes, Honey... don’t worry. I actually need to spend some quality time with Owen too."

"I might be late, Honey!" he shouted back, waving a final farewell to Morenne while riding his machinery.

"Fufu... take your time, Honey, because I need to take my time here as well~" She waved her hands, a sweet, gentle smile gracing her features.

She was truly a devoted wife...really.

( Man...if you are really weak-willed, I advised you to stop.)

Owen simply observed the entire exchange with a wicked smirk...as he could finally see what he wanted to find.

How could Morenne act so incredibly boldly?

"Heh, what a bad wife you are, Auntie~" he teased, stepping closer until he stood right beside her, amused by her lustful demeanor.

"Fufu, I am not, Little Wen. You’re letting your imagination run wild...you are becoming a naughty boy as time passes.." She then turned and walked briskly toward the barn.

"Then what do you call it, Auntie? You’ve been making that claim while staring directly at my cock from the very beginning." He whispered the words straight into her ear.

Her husband was already long gone, leaving him completely free to do whatever he pleased!

The rat managed to slip to the all-seeing eyes of the owner again.

"Fufu... I’m merely reflecting on that wish of yours, Little Wen. That’s all." She came to a halt, whispering back as she lifted her heels to bridge the height gap, since she was rather petite.

Well, not tiny... she just fell a bit short compared to him.

"Right, the wish Aunt...so how about you help me out with it again? Behind the barn, just like before~" The low timber of his voice caused her face to flush like a ripe tomato.

She hadn’t expected her bold facade to be entirely useless against him.

She had tried her absolute best to play the game, but Owen was simply too smooth, instantly tipping the scales back in his favor.

"Fufu, you are incredibly naughty to speak to your aunt that way, Little Wen."

"Then are you going to refuse to help me fulfill my desire, Auntie? You started this whole thing, so it’s your responsibility to see it through to the end~"

"Fufu... since you put it that way, Little Wen~, I suppose you belong to me now." She slipped behind the barn, and he followed close behind without a moment’s hesitation.

"So I will gladly take full responsibility~" She dropped into a squat, her fingers moving slowly to peel down his trousers like a real pro.

’Ohoh! Now this is exactly what I love!’ Owen hadn’t anticipated that she would become this bold entirely of her own volition.

It felt absolutely miraculous... definitely a lucky strike to a bastard like him..

How could she behave like such a temptress when she had a husband waiting at home?

"Fufu... I know exactly what is running through that mind of yours, Little Wen~" She slowly wrapped her palms around the pulsing, rock-hard shaft.

"Hoh, then why are you acting like such a total slut?" Owen didn’t care what labels he threw at her; if she was daring enough to take the initiative, then a few dirty words certainly weren’t going to hurt her feelings!

"You see~, my husband is incredibly lacking in this particular department..." She pooled some saliva into her palm to make the handjob much slicker and easier.

"Hmm... then why don’t you spill the secrets now? You’re completely unstoppable at this point, you know~" Owen felt as though he were dreaming.

Morenne was just going with the flow like water.

It felt like the greatest joke in his life, yet it was unfolding right before his eyes!

"Fufu... my husband’s tool is so incredibly small, and it’s already as limp as dead grass. We haven’t shared a bed in years..." She vigorously rubbed his length with immense effort.

Just the sheer magnitude of his size was causing her thoughts to go entirely numb.

Her libido was skyrocketing to its absolute peak simply by gazing at the magnificent monstrosity right in front of her!

’Damn... that’s pathetic! Even a small one is useful when properly used!’ Owen could hardly believe what he just heard.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons she had surrendered to his advances without much resistance, unlike Arielle, whose barrier required so many complex twists and turns.

Morenne had simply given in, and now she was actively pleasuring him without him even needing to press more... she’s gladly doing it on her own!