CHAPTER 37: KERRY’S MENOPAUSE

The thought burned through me like wildfire—I wanted to fuck Kerry right there, in front of Mitt.

I wanted him to hear her gasp, her moans, the wet sounds of her pussy taking me in, her body trembling as I claimed her. The idea of it, the sheer audacity, made my cock throb painfully against the flimsy leaf skirt.

I swallowed hard, my voice rough with desire. "Aunt Kerry... why don’t I put my cock in your pussy?"

Kerry’s breath hitched, her eyes widening. "No," she said sharply, her voice firm, but her fingers twitched against her thigh, betraying her.

Then Mitt’s laughter boomed through the hut, deep and mocking. "HA! HAHA—Dexter!" He wiped at his eyes, his shoulders shaking. "HAHA—you want to put your cock in a dirty woman?!" His laughter echoed, filling the space between us.

"HAHAHA! If Ryan, Tusk, and the others heard this, they’d laugh until they died!" He doubled over, gasping for air. "This is the first time I’ve ever heard of someone wanting a dirty woman—!"

Kerry’s face flushed, her voice tight with warning. "Mitt. You can’t tell anyone." Her fingers dug into her palms, her knuckles whitening. "He’s just a kid. He doesn’t know better. If the others find out, they’ll despise Dexter—or worse, they’ll distance themselves from him."

Mitt wiped his tears, still chuckling, his grin wide and unrepentant. "HA—Dexter, don’t joke about things like that!" He shook his head, his amusement lingering.

Mitt’s laughter boomed through the hut, his words cutting deep into my pride. "But it is funny—a kid like you, interested in dirty women... and ones so much older than yourself!" His amusement was a storm, filling the space, leaving me burning with humiliation.

But beneath that shame, something darker coiled in my gut—something raw and vengeful.

I swore to myself that one day, Mitt would watch his woman writhe beneath me, her moans filling the air as she begged for more, her body trembling with every thrust.

Kerry had turned to face me, our bodies close, the heat between us impossible to ignore. My cock pressed against her stomach, hard and demanding, as if it had a mind of its own. I met Mitt’s mocking gaze, my voice steady despite the fire in my veins.

"Uncle Mitt... I was just thinking, if I can’t waste my seed, why not put it inside Aunt Kerry’s pussy? Then my cock would be relieved... and become normal again."

Mitt’s laughter exploded, louder than before, his body shaking as he gasped for air. "HAHAHAHA! Your aunt is older, boy! Her pussy has stopped dripping blood—she can’t give birth anymore! Your seed would be wasted inside her!" He wiped tears from his eyes, his voice barely coherent between gasps. "HAHAHA—Dexter, you’re hilarious!"

The second Mitt’s words sank in—menopause—my brain short-circuited. No babies. No consequences. Just Kerry’s used, stretched, experienced cunt, waiting to be filled with my seed, my cock, my fucking dominance.

The thought alone made my dick twitch violently, the head already leaking pre-cum, soaking through the flimsy leaf skirt like I was some kind of fucking animal. I could breed her raw. I could ruin her. I could pump her full of my cum and walk away without a single fucking worry.

And then there she was—Kerry—her voice full of concern. "Dexter, my pussy is not an option. It’s for your own good—for your future." Her fingers hovered near my thigh, close enough that I could smell her—musky, warm, the faintest hint of sweat and woman. Her breath hitched, her lips parting just enough that I could see the glisten of spit on her tongue. "Should I... use my saliva like before? To help you calm down?"

Fuck that. Fuck her saliva. I wanted her cunt.

I shook my head, my voice rough, my cock throbbing like a fucking heartbeat. "Aunt... back in the day, my cock was hurting, so yeah, I needed your saliva to soothe it." I let my gaze drag down her body, slow, deliberate, like I was already stripping her bare.

"But right now?" A smirk curled my lips, my fingers twitching with the need to grab her, to own her. "It’s not hurting. It’s just fucking hard." My dick pulsed again, pressing against her stomach. I could feel her breath catch, her body betraying her before her mind could even protest.

Kerry’s voice dropped to a whisper, her breath warm, her body tense. "So... what should we do, Dexter?"

That’s when I did it. I activated my Pervert Eyes—and what I saw nearly made me come on the spot.

Her body was lit up like a fucking treasure map with those shiny red translucent dots. 200 points on each of her tits—double what they were before. Her nipples? 400 fucking points each

, hard and begging to be sucked, bitten, tormented. Her lips? 200 points, swollen and parted, just begging to be stuffed with my cock.

Even her armpits—100 points each—were glowing, the scent of her sweat making my mouth water. And her navel? 100 points, a little fucking dimple just asking for my tongue, my fingers, my cum.

I couldn’t see her pussy or her asshole yet, but if the pattern held? 800 for that used, sloppy cunt and 1000 for her tight, stretched asshole.

Double.

Double the points. Double the fucking pleasure.

My mind reeled. This wasn’t just the system refreshing. No, because I hadn’t even touched her armpits or her navel before, and yet they had doubled too. There was only one thing that had changed.

Mitt.

That, oblivious fuck right beside us.

My gaze flicked to the system’s name—Pervert Debauchery System—and the pieces fell into place with a clarity that made my head spin.

Double points when I touch her in front of her man. The system wasn’t just rewarding me for touching Kerry—it was rewarding me for defiling her in his presence, for turning his woman into a source of pleasure and profit right under his nose. The realization sent a fresh surge of arousal through me, my cock throbbing so hard it was almost painful.