Because of the deep impression Yulinka had made on him when he saw the movie, Luke Rowling's initial impression of her was not particularly good.
However, when a highly intelligent person uses every possible means to please you and provide emotional value, the experience is truly different.
Luke quite naturally enjoyed the services provided by Yulinka and Jenny.
Yes, services.
While Luke played games, Yulinka stood nearby holding tea, occasionally letting out small gasps of surprise.
She then washed fruit, and when Luke couldn't free his hands, she proactively fed him.
At the same time, she even did Luke's homework for him.
This was thanks to Yulinka's exceptionally developed intellect. Even though she hadn't attended high school, she was able to gradually work out the answers through self-study.
After finishing Luke's homework, she went on to complete her own.
Before this, however, she rarely did her own assignments, as others would usually "voluntarily" do them for her.
But in front of Luke Rowling, Yulinka was extremely well-behaved.
Meanwhile, Yulinka's mother, Jenny, busied herself cleaning the entire house until it was spotless.
When it was time to cook, she changed into one of Luke's white shirts, tied on an apron, and began preparing dinner.
"Mom, Big Brother Luke likes Italian food. I found you some videos and written guides," Yulinka said.
Jenny had never cooked Italian food before and was confused by many details, but she still tried her best to learn.
Although her movements were clumsy and hesitant, she was extremely serious.
Her cooking skills improved at a visibly rapid pace.
Perhaps this was what it meant to be a natural housewife.
Her talents were entirely focused on the bedroom, the kitchen, and dressing up.
In short, Jenny was a succubus devoted to pleasing men.
Luke's white sleeveless button-down shirt was very large on her, barely covering what it needed to.
Occasionally, when her movements were too wide or when she had to bend over, it became rather inconvenient.
Luke glanced at the 3D stereoscopic view, freely rotating the perspective—front, back, up, down, left, and right—without anyone else noticing.
Yulinka noticed Luke repeatedly glancing toward Jenny and couldn't help but flash a pure, innocent smile that carried a hint of concealed malice.
Taking advantage of Madison going to the bathroom, Yulinka quickly spoke:
"Brother Luke, Mom is learning Italian cuisine for the first time and doesn't quite understand some things. Could you go help her sort them out?"
Luke paused his game and met Yulinka's gaze.
He then looked toward the kitchen. Jenny seemed to sense it and looked back as well, her clear, innocent eyes blinking softly, as if she were genuinely at a loss.
"I'm sorry, I just have a small problem here. I should be able to figure it out quickly," Jenny said apologetically.
Whenever Yulinka was around, Jenny behaved like a puppet on strings, subconsciously following Yulinka's guidance.
In this state, she seemed to have very little independent will.
Whether passively or actively, she would cheerfully comply with whatever Yulinka suggested.
Even when she didn't truly understand it.
"I see. Then let me help you," Luke said after a brief moment of thought, nodding.
Jenny and Yulinka were currently living in his house. As the landlord, it only made sense to collect a bit of rent in advance, right..?
Luke stepped into the kitchen.
Jenny was bent over the counter, her ample curves straining against the thin fabric of his oversized sleeveless button-down shirt, the apron doing little to hide the way her body moved with each chop of the knife. The air was thick with the scent of garlic and herbs, but Luke's focus was on her—warm, inviting, like a ripe fruit begging to be tasted.
He came up behind her quietly, his broad frame casting a shadow over her work. "Oh? Are you making Risotto ai Funghi?"
"Y-yes.. and a bit of Ragù" Jenny stiffened slightly, sensing his presence.
"But your technique is a bit off, instead of Ragù, you'll end up making a carrot pudding... here, do it like this.."
She let out a soft, breathy sigh as Luke leaned in, his nose brushing the nape of her neck.
He inhaled deeply, savoring the mix of her natural musk and the faint floral perfume she wore. "Hmm.. You smell incredible," he murmured, his voice low and rough, lips grazing her skin.
Jenny shivered, her hands pausing on the cutting board.
He pressed closer, his hips grinding against her plush ass through the thin barrier of his pants and her barely-there shirt. She gasped, feeling the hard length of him rub insistently, the friction sending sparks up her spine. Luke's hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him as he continued to sniff along her neck, nipping lightly at her earlobe.
"This is not how you handle an Italian dish.. You have to be a little delicate with the ingredients." he growled, his breath hot against her ear.
Jenny's cheeks flushed deep red, her breath coming in short pants. She was a MILF through and through—curves that screamed experience, a body built for pleasure—and she melted under his touch like butter in a pan.
Luke's grinding grew more deliberate, his cock throbbing against her as he reached up, gently but firmly raising one of her arms above her head. The movement exposed her smooth, shaved armpit, the skin glistening slightly with a sheen of sweat from her efforts.
Without hesitation, Luke leaned in and dragged his tongue along the sensitive hollow, tasting the salty tang of her skin. Jenny let out a flustered squeak, her free hand gripping the counter for support.
"Oh—Luke! That's... that's so dirty," she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. But her body betrayed her; her nipples hardened visibly through the sleeveless button-down shirt, and she pressed back against his grinding hips, encouraging him.
He licked again, slower this time, savoring the intimate flavor, his fetish igniting a fire in his veins. "You taste even better," he said, voice husky. Jenny's fluster deepened, her face burning as she squirmed, but she didn't lower her arm—instead, she tilted her head to give him better access, a soft moan escaping her lips.
The lesson on carrots had devolved quickly—or evolved, depending on how you looked at it.
Jenny was on her knees now, the cool tile floor pressing against her skin as she looked up at Luke with those wide, innocent eyes that hid a world of desire. His pants were shoved down just enough, his thick cock standing proud and heavy in front of her face.
She licked her lips, drawn to his strength, the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he loomed over her.
"Open up, Jenny," Luke commanded softly, his hand tangling in her hair to guide her forward. She obeyed eagerly, her mouth enveloping the head of him with a wet, welcoming warmth.
And that is how Luke Rowling taught her step by step how to clean carrots.
Meanwhile, he was going to handle the mushrooms himself.
Luke's free hand reached down, slipping under the loose collar of his shirt she wore. He fondled her heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs circling her hardened nipples until she moaned around his cock. The vibrations shot straight through him, making his hips buck slightly.
"Good girl," he praised, pinching one nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. Jenny's hands rested on his thighs, feeling the power in his legs, the way his body radiated dominance. She bobbed her head deeper, taking more of him, her cheeks hollowing with each pull.
He continued to play with her big mushy mushrooms, kneading them roughly, enjoying the way they overflowed his palms.
Luke's right hand grip tightened in Jenny's hair as he felt the pressure building, his cock throbbing in her eager mouth. She sensed it too, her sucking growing more frantic, tongue pressing flat against the underside as she took him deeper.
Life tip: Wood ear mushrooms should never be soaked for too long. Once rehydrated, they must be used promptly, or they can produce toxins.
"That's it—swallow it all," he grunted, holding her head firmly in place with both hands now, his fingers digging into her scalp.
With a low, guttural moan, he came hard, spilling thick ropes of cum down her throat.
Jenny's eyes watered, but she swallowed obediently, her throat working around him as she milked every drop.
He held her there for a moment longer, savoring the warmth, the submission, before finally releasing her. She pulled back gasping, a string of saliva and cum connecting her lips to his still-hard cock, her face flushed and satisfied.
Jenny huffed, taking deep breaths. "Huff.. huff.. Luke, I think..."
"Shh~ Your upper mouth has savoured the taste, but your lower mouth is dripping wet.. bend down on the counter."
"Ahh~~ Ahhhh~~~! Oh yes~~"
Luke had plenty of experience with this, prompting Jenny to gasp and moan again and again.
Her exaggerated reactions made it painfully obvious that she really was Yulinka's mother; the two of them were practically carved from the same mold.
Luke pretended to be startled by her overreaction, then proceeded to demonstrate wave after wave of genuine "pestle-level" culinary skill.
At the dining table, Yulinka was seriously playing a game, deftly landing headshots on her enemies. Blood splattered across the large screen like blooming plum blossoms, creating an especially eerie scene.
Despite being only ten years old, Yulinka handled the game like a seasoned jungle veteran. Even battle-hardened old generals would collapse under a single exchange with her.
Just then, Madison returned from the bathroom and looked in surprise at Yulinka sitting at the computer desk.
"Why are you here? Where's Luke?"
Yulinka put on a pure smile. "My mom is too clumsy. She just can't get the hang of Italian dishes, so Big Brother went to the kitchen to help. We should be eating soon."
Madison didn't suspect a thing. No matter how vigilant she was, she would never imagine that the two of them would "sneak a bite" right under her nose on their very first day in the house.
Before Madison could ask anything else, Yulinka suddenly cried out in alarm:
"Oh no, I died! They're all so strong, I can't beat them…"
"Big Sis Mady, why don't you help me play the game? They're all bad guys."
As she spoke, Yulinka picked up the over-ear headphones that were already plugged in nearby and proactively placed them on Madison's head.
Although Madison didn't play games very often, she didn't want to lose face in front of a child. She nodded and said, "No problem, leave it to me!"
For some reason, Madison felt the game volume was especially loud.
Moreover, the character's stats seemed absurdly strong. Everywhere she turned, golden skull icons filled the screen.
Even though she felt a trace of doubt, Madison was quickly swept up in the flow of the game amid Yulinka's excited cries.
She charged forward wielding a massive cannon, unleashing frantic damage the moment she saw an enemy.
Only one word: fight.
Madison didn't notice the smug curve at the corner of Yulinka's lips.
At that moment, captivating sounds drifted once more from the kitchen.
Clearly, Jenny was extremely satisfied.
Big Brother Luke must be satisfied too, right?
After all, when Madison had come over earlier, she, Luke, and Jenny had coordinated with remarkable tacit understanding.
Time passed quickly.
Madison, her face slightly flushed, stared at the Game Over screen that had popped up, feeling a little dissatisfied.
"It's over already? Want to play one more round? I'll definitely win next time!"
She suddenly glanced at the time and froze—an hour and a half had passed without her even realizing it.
Then… where was the food?
Wasn't dinner ready yet?
A vague sense of unease rose in Madison's heart.
Ignoring Yulinka's pleading to play another round, she hurried into the dining room.
The sight there made her pause.
The dining table was already covered with delicious dishes.
"Is this takeout?" Madison asked suspiciously.
Her gaze landed on Jenny, whose face was faintly flushed, eyes moist as if she had just been crying.
Luke's expression remained perfectly calm as he said casually, "Jenny accidentally splashed ...water all over the kitchen and the dishes earlier. Seeing it was getting late, I just ordered takeout instead."
Turning to Jenny, he added gently, "Come on, everyone has a first time. It was just a small accident, right? Don't cry—let's eat first."
Jenny nodded meekly and obediently.
[Abnormal Subject Jenny has been recorded, gaining 300 Anomaly Points.]
[Reality Editor upgraded to Version 2.0...]