Ronali rolled her eyes and practically growled,
"Stop acting like horny teenagers, you old hags! Go back to your husbands and do something normal like knitting or whatever old ladies are supposed to do!"
She glared at the two women in front of her, feeling the urge to facepalm...again.
She could sort of understand her mother—after all, it was that time of the month for her, and considering the lack of action between her parents, it made sense. Her father probably hadn't even tried to get frisky since the last harvest season.
But Aunt Candy? Oh, that was a whole different story.
Candy was a walking, talking ball of hormones, no matter what time of the month it was. The woman was perpetually horny, like it was her default state of existence.
Ronali had heard enough stories about Aunt Candy to last a lifetime. According to her mom, back in the day, Candy had been a total rebel—the village outcast who didn't give a damn about traditions.
She flaunted her curves like they were a gift from the gods themselves, and honestly, they probably were.
She wasn't just blessed; she was worshiped. Despite her scandalous reputation, everyone in the village adored her.
It was like they all had some weird fascination with her. Hell, Ronali wouldn't be surprised if they treated her like a pet—horny, voluptuous, and just waiting to pounce on anything that moved.
It was probably because Aunt Candy was the type of woman who could make even the sleaziest old geezers pop a boner just by walking by.
One good jiggle of her ass or the bounce of those massive tits, and half the village elders were probably getting winded from excitement.
Hell, they might've been close to climax just watching her sway those hips.
After all the wild years, though, Aunt Candy had finally settled down with the nicest, most innocent guy in the village—a guy who, at the time of their marriage, was healthy and fit.
But as the years went by, he progressively started to look like a damn skeleton, like someone was draining the life out of him every single night.
Spoiler alert: everyone knew who the culprit was.
Sure, she wasn't as young as she used to be, but hearing her daughter throw the word 'old' around so carelessly stung more than she wanted to admit.
It reminded her of her age—and that was a mood killer if there ever was one.
"Oh, poor little sister," Candy chimed in with a wicked grin, wasting no time in teasing her younger sibling. "Your own daughter calls you old now. How tragic."
"Shut up! She's talking about you too, sister!"
Rodalina shot back, clearly not in the mood to be ganged up on.
"But does it really matter?"
Candy purred, crossing her arms just so her enormous boobs were pushed up, giving the two an eyeful of her still-perky assets. She smirked, clearly enjoying every second of it.
"Do you know how I know I don't look old?"
Both mother and daughter gave her an expectant look, as if waiting for some ridiculous punchline.
"Because the hero called me a young lady when he saved me."
Candy declared with a smug little flick of her hair.
"AHHH!"
Both women screeched in unison, utterly scandalized. Did he really call this old hag a young lady? Was he blind, or just horny beyond belief?
They shared a look, both clearly thinking the same thing: something had to be seriously wrong with that man's eyes—or maybe his brain.
"Move aside, amateurs. Let me go see my hero."
Candy declared with a smirk, shoving poor Ronali out of the way like she was clearing a path to the royal throne.
She swayed her hips as she marched into the room, her boobs bouncing with every step, fully prepared to stake her claim.