The M.I.L.F Rebate System: Every Woman I Spoil Makes Me Richer!

Liam got ready, went out for a haircut, and caught himself admiring his reflection. The payoff might not be huge, but he figured any profit was still a win.

He knew he could get better results with women in a higher tier, but for now, this was his situation.

Liam had no idea what her size was or where she lived, but he sent Darren a text asking for her exact address so he could deliver it directly to her house.

[[Liam: Oi Darren! I need a favour, I need your help to get Rachel’s house address, I need to deliver something to her.]]

[[Darren: Hello, Joe Goldberg? Is that you?]]

[[Liam: 😂😂😂, I’m taking her out tonight and need to deliver something to her.]]

[[Darren: Already? That was fast, man. Here it is XXX-XXX-XXX]]

Liam appreciated how quickly Darren was with the information; he teased him but also learned not to cross boundaries by getting too personal.

This allowed him to deliver the dress to Rachel, and Liam could partially imagine how it would look on her body, then recalled how good she would look in it.

But he also got himself something nice, because he had to look his best so she would know he put effort into himself.

Liam wondered just what his money could get him, and knew he had to find an affordable restaurant.

But by the time he was ready, the dress had reached her, and he knew this because she blew up his phone. This dress was on the high side; however, the rebate system responded to him only after she had gotten it.

[Ding!]

[Transaction Recorded]

[Target: Rachel Kim (Low-Value MILF)]

[Investment: $300 (Surprise gift + strong positive emotional reaction)]

[Base Value: $1,350]

[+300% Beginner Bonus Applied]

[Rebate Received: $5,400]

Liam was starting to figure it out. The rebate didn’t show up when he bought something, but only after the woman saw it and reacted.

"I get it," Liam thought. He was ready, and he looked at himself in the mirror a little longer than usual.

It was his first time going out with an older woman, and he couldn’t help but worry about what might go wrong.

"No, Liam. Positive thoughts only!" Liam steadied his thoughts before finally leaving his apartment.

Liam hopped on a brief call with Rachel and she was quick to show her appreciation but kept making remarks about the high price tags.

She was a breath of fresh air because something like this would have never been enough for Sara.

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The dress fit her so tightly it felt almost painted on. Rachel kept tugging at the hem, but every time she tried to smooth it down, it rode back up, showing more of her thigh than she wanted. She glanced in the mirror and felt her stomach sink.

"Jesus, Rach. What the hell are you doing?" Rachel couldn’t believe she was this desperate for some form of affection but it made her heart race, which hadn’t happened in a very long time.

She turned to the side, then faced forward again, trying to imagine what Liam would see. The neckline dipped almost to her navel, and the fabric was so thin that the outline of her nipples was visible.

She cupped her breasts, testing the weight of them in her palms. They were full, heavy, and the dress just barely held them in place.

She knew a bra would ruin the look. The whole point of the dress was to make him look at her the way he had earlier, with that hungry, desperate stare that made her feel special. But now, alone in her apartment, she felt every bit of her thirty-one years.

"He’s what, twenty-three? Twenty-four?" Rachel guessed because Liam looked younger than most folks his age.

Rachel let out a shaky breath, the fabric hugged every soft roll she usually kept hidden under oversized sweaters and dark jeans. Plumpy, this was the word that best described her.

Her phone soon vibrated on the nightstand. A text from Liam.

[[Liam: I can’t wait to see you. I’ll be early.]]

Rachel grabbed her purse, then set it down. She picked up her phone again, thumb hovering over his name. One tap and she could cancel.

Truth be told, she was getting cold feet because what if he didn’t like what he was looking at?

"What’s the worst that can happen?" Rachel thought to herself.

She took her keys and headed out the door.

She hated how much she needed his approval. She almost sent him a picture, but decided it would be better to see his reaction in person.

She put on jewelry, makeup, perfume, and heels, but even with all that, Liam would still be taller than her.

Still, in the back of her mind, she wondered if Liam would like what he saw, or if this would be the last time they met.