Goddess Conquest System: Reboot of Desire

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: The Perfect Hotwife

After sending the message, Evan nervously looked around.

Maybe because he was doing something wrong, he felt extremely excited and tense. His heart was racing, his hands were shaking, and he even typed wrong several times.

This mix of anticipation, nervousness, and guilt from cheating made his breathing quick and shallow. He felt like he couldn’t catch his breath.

Cora: You got here so fast! Looks like you’re starving~~ [Smirking emoji]

Cora replied very quickly. It seemed like she had been waiting by her phone.

Evan: I’m starving! I want to eat you right now! [Blowing kiss emoji]

Cora: I’m in Building 2, Unit 2 on the 11th floor. Take elevator 2 from the underground garage. You probably won’t run into anyone. When you knock, be careful of the neighbors in Unit 1! Don’t let them see you!

Evan: Okay! Got it!

Evan’s heart was full of anticipation. He really wanted to see what Cora looked like in real life!

Especially after the nude photo she sent last night — it had completely hooked him.

Right now, all he could think about was Cora’s snow-white, round, full, and perky huge breasts!

Of course, what he looked forward to even more was what might happen next.

If he could really fuck Cora in her own home... that would be so fucking thrilling!

Fucking another man’s wife in her own house, with her daughter right there — this was going to be insane!

Following Cora’s instructions, Evan found elevator 2 and pressed the button for the 11th floor.

The building seemed quiet during the day. The elevator didn’t stop once until it reached the 11th floor.

When the doors opened, Evan carefully stepped out and looked around.

Each floor only had two units. Evan glanced at the door of Unit 1 across the hallway. Seeing no one, he quickly walked to Unit 2, took a deep breath to calm his nerves, and gently knocked on the door.

Footsteps immediately came from inside, followed by a moment of silence.

"Click~~"

The door opened just a small crack.

A pair of bright, beautiful eyes peeked out from the gap.

Cora seemed to be checking his identity. After confirming it was really Evan and that he was alone, she shyly opened the door wider. Her face was red as she lowered her head with a smile and said softly, "You’re here? That was fast..."

Cora stepped aside to let him in, biting her lip shyly. She looked nervous too.

Today she was wearing a tight black tank top and yoga pants. Her long black hair was tied up, with a few strands gently blowing in the breeze.

Her delicate features, rosy cheeks, and moist lips made Evan’s mouth go dry.

She had clearly put on makeup today.

In person, she looked even more beautiful than in her selfie last night!

And most dangerously — her tight black tank top perfectly showed off her explosive figure.

The thin, stretchy fabric clung tightly to her soft, lonely-wife body, outlining every curve. Her slim waist was still narrow, but above it a pair of full, heavy breasts pushed out proudly, so big and swollen that the tank top was stretched almost to its limit. The low neckline revealed a deep, tempting cleavage, and the soft weight of her post-pregnancy tits made the fabric strain with every small breath she took. Each time she breathed, the heavy mounds shifted slightly, the soft flesh pressing against the thin black material. Faint outlines of her thick, milk-heavy nipples pressed against the cloth — large, dark, and clearly visible because she wasn’t wearing a bra, or if she was, it had already been pulled down again. The tips looked stiff, as if the cool air from the hallway had already made them hard.

When Cora turned around to close the door, Evan’s eyes dropped lower.

The tight black yoga pants hugged her thick, creamy thighs and high, soft ass so perfectly that almost nothing was left to the imagination. Her big, round butt jiggled lightly with the movement — soft, heavy, and full, the kind of mature, child-bearing ass that bounced and swayed with every step. The thin fabric clung to the soft flesh, digging slightly into the sides of her cheeks and showing the deep curve where they pressed together. The way her ass moved under the tight material was almost hypnotic.

Then Evan noticed something that made his cock instantly harden.

Because she had been waiting and probably nervous, a dark, wet patch had already formed right at the center of her yoga pants — right over her pussy. The fabric there was soaked through, clinging tightly to the soft mound of her sex, clearly outlining the plump shape of her outer lips. The wetness made the black material even more transparent, and for a second Evan could almost see the outline of her slit. A faint, warm scent of her body mixed with the light perfume she was wearing drifted toward him. The sight of that lonely, milky wife’s pussy already dripping and soaking through her tight yoga pants the moment he arrived was almost too much.

Cora didn’t seem to notice. She simply locked the door, turned back to him with a shy, red-faced smile, and said softly, "Come in... quickly."

"Why are you standing there like an idiot? Come in already!" Cora noticed Evan’s burning gaze and shyly tugged at her neckline. She reached out, grabbed his hand, and nervously pulled him inside. The security door slammed shut behind them.

"Ah... It’s my first time at your place... I’m a bit nervous..." Evan handed her the bag of toys. "Where’s your baby? It’s my first time here, so I didn’t know what she likes... I just bought some random toys..."

Cora covered her mouth and giggled. She bent down to take a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and said, "My daughter’s asleep... Change your shoes first..."

When she suddenly bent over, her massive breasts immediately hung down heavily, revealing large patches of snow-white tit flesh. Her deep cleavage swayed right in front of Evan’s eyes.