Chapter 147
Let explain to you why I’ve emphasized this woman so much. If there is anything I love more than MILFs, then it’s GILFs.
But not the GILF from my original world, no. Sagging tits, fat sagging bellies, and the sa with their asses. Yuck. And if there were GILFs in porn, they were heavily artificial.
The only solace for a GILF lover like was the Japanese hentai and porn gas in which even won over sixty were made sexy.
And then, I was reincarnated into a magical world. Won there aged slowly. And even if they did, mana kept their bodies fresh as if there was nothing wrong with them. Even if they reached the age of eighty, and their hair turned white, they would still be slim, without a blemish, and sagging only slightly, if any at all.
I was ecstatic. But that fantasy was soon destroyed when those won weren’t very interested in sex.
I an, even if it was a magical world, the views of that ti matched those of our olden tis. One man for a woman only, even if the man had hundreds of won for himself. A woman must not show herself to another man.
Those won were extrely faithful. To the point that even if their husband had been dead for over five decades, they wouldn’t allow their heart to waver for another man.
Even if they weren’t married, at that age, they were least interested in sex since power was their main focus.
It was worse in the world of Murim, where there were barely any won with an intact hyn, since their training was rather harsh and started at a young age.
But I wasn’t looking for a pure woman. A GILF was understandably soone’s grandmother, so I kept that possibility in mind. If she were never married, then that would be my luck.
But luck ended at one other factor.
Strength.
As I said, if these won had no interest in sex by that age, then they wouldn’t give a guy like their ti. A guy who was obviously around their grandson’s age.
So, it was safe to say that while I indulged myself in various fantasies related to MILFs, I never, ever got a GILF, even with all the power at my disposal. It wouldn’t be easy, after all.
Without mana or Ki, their bodies would be no different from the won of my original world, so even if I could exert my power over them, I didn’t want them, but if they had mana or Ki, then they had enough strength or support to protect themselves from .
Not that I ever forced myself on soone. It’s just that when I would try to make a move on them, they wouldn’t even glance at a second ti.
And then, the goddess of luck finally shone upon . All my hardships were answered. I was sent to a world of free use.
Here, no matter how old the woman was, no matter how many children or grandchildren she had, there were no reservations over faithfulness. There was no concept of adultery.
I could fulfill my fantasies here.
I never had the ti to find a GILF, and one never crossed my path either back in town, but now, there was one before .
A GILF like no other.
Let do the honor of describing her so you can understand why I had to explain all of that so much.
It was because my lust was spiking.
There was a perfect BBW GILF right there before within an arm’s reach. I was afraid of extending my arm to touch her, afraid that it was an illusion and it would fade away as soon as I touched her.
She had a mature, voluptuous, no, an extrely voluptuous body, and a figure so attractive that she would stand out even among the bustiest of won back in my world.
That trash was unmatched for this beauty.
She had long, silky silver hair that reached down to her waist, tied in a neat, elegant bun with a few loose strands framing her face, giving her a dignified and graceful appearance.
Her skin was milky white and well-maintained, with the soft maturity of a woman who had aged beautifully like fine wine.
Her body was exceptionally busty and curvaceous in every way. She had at least I to J cup breasts, or maybe even more, rivaling even Rayla’s breasts, maybe, but I would have to see them naked for perfect analysis.
But I knew for sure that they were full, round, and prominent, straining against the fabric of her uniform.
Her waist was soft and slightly thickened with age, leading to perfect, wide, fertile hips.
However, her most outstanding feature was her massive, enormous ass, easily the biggest I had ever seen. Not just in this world, but in all the worlds I had been to, including my original world, where plastic booties were everywhere.
She was walking before , and I could not take my eyes off her ass.
It was thick, plump, and incredibly juicy just from the looks of it, with a perfect heart-shaped fullness that jiggled noticeably with every step.
Her ass was so large and prominent that it stretched and filled out even the traditionally loose lower part of her Victorian-style maid uniform, causing the fabric to hug her cheeks tightly and create visible strain around her hips and rear.
With an ass like that, I had no doubt that she must also have thick thighs, which would rub together with each step she takes.
Victorian-style uniforms were common in this era, as maids were made to dress like that to hide their bodies from the lascivious lords. A black dress with a crisp white apron, high collar, long sleeves with frilled cuffs, and a long skirt that was originally designed to be loose from the waist down.
On her, however, the skirt was noticeably tight around her massive ass and wide hips, the fabric stretching and clinging to her curves in a way that made her lower body impossible to ignore.
I had to tell you that twice to make sure you understood that there was no other beauty like this anywhere.
Oh, yeah, and she was around six feet tall, and carried herself with a graceful, professional posture expected of a maid of this stature, since I assud she was the maid of the lady of this castle.
Small detail no one cared about.
But look at that big detail. That large butt that moved with each step, making it look like her dress was about to tear up every ti. THAT was the detail to focus on.
“M-may I ask as to wh-why the lady of this castle has as-asked for ?” I asked, stuttering.
I was too afraid she was going to disappear from my view.
“No need to be nervous,” She said in her soft, but commanding voice, “There is no danger to you.”
Oh, she must have thought I was stuttering because I was nervous. Oh, no. Not at all. After looking at her, I was sure I could die without any regrets. No, one regret actually. I would never get to fuck her.
THAT made nervous. Not eting Carlson’s wife.
“M-may I ask for your na, i-if you do not mind, my lady?” I asked, once again stuttering nervously around her.
A woman like her serving such an important woman, there was no way she wasn’t a noble. Maybe she was the matriarch of a small or dium-sized noble house, and took this position after the changes in her house.
Or maybe it was so other reason, a reason I wasn’t particularly interested in.
“Valeria Thorne.” She replied in the sa graceful yet soft voice that carried a hint of her noble deanor.
“It is such a pretty na.” I had gathered myself enough not to be nervous now, since I was now sure she wasn’t an illusion.
“Thank you.” She didn’t even turn to as she replied, “And you must be Jack.”
“It is an honor that you know my na,” I said with a slight, courteous bow.
“In this house, you and I are of the sa rank. I do not expect you to treat like a noble.” She said while looking ahead.
“How could I?” I replied with a chuckle, “If it is not too much trouble, can you tell how I should address you? And how should I address her ladyship before her?”
“You may call Valeria, as the lady calls . As everyone calls . And as for her ladyship, you may address her as so.” She replied without holding anything back.
“Is there anything I need to be wary of before I co before her ladyship?” I asked.
“…” She remained silent for a while before she finally added, “It would be a mistake to think that they are the sa.”
What?
She didn’t elaborate on that because by that ti, we had arrived before a massive, luxurious door, which undoubtedly led to a massive, luxurious room.
“We are here, my lady.” Valeria knocked on the door and replied while two female knights stood guard by the door.
“Co in.” A voice, soft like an angel, but for so reason, felt so heavy that it felt like my shoulders would give way, ca from the inside.
And then the door opened.
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