chapter 3

Days blurred into intimate rituals. They'd game—her dominating Street Fighter as Juri, trash-talking sarcastically—while she dropped occult hints: "Ever wonder why ghosts love cute things? Like in Corpse Party." Edward, friendless at school, found solace in her. Family video calls showed support—Elizabeth's sultry femdom grin, Tim's shy nod from his milf-chasing dynasty. "Take care of our boy, sis," Elizabeth purred.

Victoria used his interests as bait, her upper-class wiles laced with occult allure. Hallway pokes turned flirty; at home, femdom play emerged. "Kneel, handsome," she'd command tsundere-style, binding him lightly with silk ropes etched in runes. Sensory for him was tricky—autism hated smells, but her touch relaxed his nerves, sexual sensations a soothing hum.

One night, post-horor movie binge, she knelt before him. "Time to indulge Auntie." Her milf hunger flared at his unwashed otaku scent—fishy, musky dick she adored. Edward squirmed, hating the smell, but her velvet mouth enveloped him. Femdom blowjob: she controlled pace, edging him with occult chants. "Cum for your witch, good boy." His release flooded her—salty, fishy bliss for her swallowing incredibly greedily and givinghim a kiss edward feeling incredbly awkard but happy he got to see his aunt happy giving her a mouthful. He melted, tensions easing, nerves mellowing under repeated sessions.