My Milf System

I stepped down from the bed, completely satisfied, my dick dangling flaccid between my thighs, wet with the mess of love juices I’d just shared with Loona.

Behind me, Loona was already snoring naked on the damp, ruined sheets. Her pussy was still pulsing from the workout, the hole I’d stretched so wide apart gaping slightly with every breath she took as it slowly tried to shrink back down.

A thick milky fluid was oozing continuously from her opening, a clear sign of just how deeply and heavily I’d creampied her.

We had been going at it since the afternoon, and a glance at the clock showed it was almost 5:00 PM. Three solid hours of non-stop fucking.

I picked up a pair of boxers off the floor, pulled them on, and left my upper body bare. Heading out to the dining area, I cracked open the fridge, pulled out a ice-cold can of beer, and popped the tab. I took three huge gulps before letting out a loud sigh of satisfaction.

"Ahh... nothing beats a cold beer after good sex," I muttered, setting the can down on the table.

My eyes fell on a pack of cigarettes resting on the couch. Loona had mentioned she smokes whenever she gets stressed out, and considering the absolute chaos at the Shinigami hideout, I’d been giving her plenty to stress about.

I pulled out a stick, sparked the lighter, and took a deep drag, letting the heat hit my lungs before blowing out a thick cloud.

"Damn, that hits the spot..." I muttered, taking another long swig of beer to wash the smoke down. Cold beer and a cigarette is a deadly combo for the organs, but it feels incredible.

Not wanting to choke out the apartment with smoke, I opened the front door, stepped outside, and leaned my bare back against the cool hallway wall.

I summoned my system panel to check my stats.

[Accumulated Pleasure Points: 231 PP]

[Health: 800/1000]

’Not bad at all,’ I thought. I wasn’t back at 100% health despite drinking healing potions, but I was far better than before. After all, the day of the explosion, I’d come dangerously close to kicking the bucket.

When Akira detonated those charges, my mind completely short-circuited. I didn’t want to let him blow himself to pieces like that—I wanted to save him. But I was also thinking about my parents. I thought if I could throw up a wind barrier and run fast enough, I could reach Mr Zero and personally pull them out safe.

Instead, I ran completely dry on pleasure points. I couldn’t move fast enough to reach my parents, let alone save Akira who was standing right in the epicenter.

The entire underground facility caved in. My wind barrier flickered and died, and heavy debris came crashing down, catching me straight on the head and knocking me dead to the world. Rex and Ifrit were the only reason my ass got dragged out of that rubble; I didn’t wake up until two days later in my own bed.

"We haven’t even had a proper funeral for everyone who died down there," I muttered bitterly to myself.

Since those secret labs had been built deep underground beneath a fake condom factory cover, the elevator shafts leading to the secret labs took such a heavy hit that the rubble caved in completely, and emergency crews were still struggling to clear the wreckage to reach the bottom levels.

Even workers on the surface factory level got dragged down when the floor collapsed, crushing them under heavy machinery. They’d already pulled eight bodies out of the rubble so far.

I checked my pleasure points again. I still needed about 300 more points to cross realms back to the fantasy world.

But before I leave...

’I need to tear down the entire Shinigami syndicate. It’s the least I can do for this world before I jump.’

To pull that off, I needed a massive pile of pleasure points.

Speak of the devil. The sharp echo of stilettos came clicking down the corridor, followed by an annoyed growl. "Smoking in the public hallway while technically naked? You lowlives really have zero manners."

I glanced up. Secretary Kim was standing a few feet away, her arms crossed over her tailored blouse.

"Back from work early, are we?" I drawled, taking another slow puff of my cigarette. "Time flies."

She sneered. "Just because the CEO is missing doesn’t mean you get to break building policies and shirk your duties. The courtyard flowerbeds are bone dry. When was the last time you watered them?"

I rubbed my chin mock-thoughtfully. "Four days ago? Five?"

She clicked her tongue again, glaring at me with total contempt. I just smirked back, letting my eyes wander down her ginger-tinted bob, taking in her massive, Brazzers-level breasts straining against her top, all the way down her long, flawless thighs.

She pulled out her keys and unlocked her apartment door. "I expect those flowerbeds soaked before sunrise. Do you hear me?"

I chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "I’ve got something else in mind to get wet."

Her brows slammed together. "Excuse me?"

"I said I’d rather make you wet than those flowerbeds."

Her face contorted with revulsion. "You dirty bastard! How dare you—"

Sexdusa: Activate.

My eyes glinted with a reddish glow as I locked eyes with her, connecting with her as my skill immediately took hold of her mind.

I took a slow, casual step toward her. "So, are you inviting me inside, or should I just walk in myself?"

"Get away from me!" she spat, backing into her foyer and slamming the door shut right in my face, clicking the lock.

’Wow... incredible mental fortitude,’ I muttered to myself, standing outside the door. ’Even under the direct influence of my Sexdusa spell, she’s somehow still fighting it off and saying no?’

I chugged the rest of my beer, tossed the empty can into a nearby bin, and stomped out my cigarette stub.

"Damn it! What is wrong with me! Why is my body so fucking hot?!" I could hear Kim’s voice cursing wildly through the door.

A moment later, I heard the shower turn on full blast inside her place.

I shook my head, amused. "Futile. Cold water won’t flush out a soul-level aphrodisiac, sweetheart. Every second that passes, your blood is just going to boil hotter until you beg for my cock ..... or until you somehow endure the full 8-hour time limit. But there’s no way she lasts that long."

Down the hall, I saw the other tenants returning from work. Mio’s husband walked past, giving my bare chest an awkward look before slipping into their apartment right next to Loona’s. He was holding a fresh bouquet of flowers and a gift bag filled with chocolates and snacks.

I shook my head in pity. ’Poor bastard has no idea his wife is practically begging me to find an ugly bastard to NTR him.’

I lit up another cigarette and kept smoking. This apartment sure was full of drama.

After a few minutes, the shower inside Kim’s place abruptly shut off. I heard her frantic, bare footsteps rushing out into her living room, her panicked muttering clearly audible through the door.

"Something is wrong with me... that bastard definitely did something to me," she rasped, her breathing heavy. "Why do I feel like... why do I want to invite him in so bad?! God, no! Over my dead body! I would never let that lowlife anywhere near my body!"

I let out a soft laugh from the dark hallway.

"I need a distraction!" she cried out to herself. "Think, Kim... think. Yes! Yes, that’ll work!"

I tilted my head, raising an eyebrow at the door.

’A distraction, huh? Let’s see what you’ve got.’

Tbc