My Milf System

Asher’s POV

For a terrifying second, my heart skipped a beat as Karen glanced directly in my direction, as if she could see right through my concealment. I quickly checked my status interface—thankfully, my invisibility skill was still active. The soft rattle of the glass when I stumbled backward and hit it in shock had almost blown my cover.

When she finally turned back to the containment tank holding her son, I let out a soundless breath.

I forced myself to look back at the two fluid tanks in front of me. There was no mistaking it. That dirty blonde hair and the distinct curve of her nose belonged to my mother. Beside her, my father’s stern features—looking even sturdier in his unconscious state—were unmistakable beneath the faint mutation in his body.

These were my parents.

I took a trembling step forward, resting my palm against the cool glass. My hand shook so violently it rattled against the frame. I couldn’t breathe.

’How?’

As far as I knew, my parents died years ago in a horrific car accident. Their vehicle had mysteriously caught fire on the highway, burning so hot they were reduced to ash. We held a full funeral for them. My older brother, Akira, had organized and paid for everything as we laid their ashes to rest.

So why were they here? In a secret laboratory? Mutating?

Before my mind could process the lie, the heavy door at the end of the hall hissed open. Several people walked in, but my focus instantly snapped to one familiar voice.

I whipped my head around. For a split second, a naive part of me felt a swell of relief—thinking Akira was here to save them, that he’d see our parents in these grotesque tanks and fly into a rage.

I was dead wrong.

Akira strolled casually through the lab, conversing with the surrounding scientists. I stepped aside as he approached. He stopped right in front of our parents’ tanks, his face a cold, emotionless mask. He stared at them for a brief moment, then turned away as if looking at broken machinery.

"Are they showing any signs of compatibility?" Akira asked, his tone so terrifyingly calm my knees nearly buckled.

A nearby doctor shook his head. "No, sir. Your parents appear to be neutralists. Their bodies aren’t showing serum compatibility, nor are they mutating further. Strangely, their blood chemistry acts as a stabilizing agent against P-series mutations."

Akira gave a slow nod. "Good. Keep them fresh. Drain as much blood from them as possible before they kick the bucket. We’ll use it to create more stabilizers. At least they’re finally turning out to be useful."

He walked away to inspect the other containment units without a second thought.

I couldn’t believe my ears. My own brother... talking about our parents like cattle?

A terrifying, suffocating rage ignited inside me—a hatred far darker than anything I felt for my ex-wife. I wanted to scream. I wanted answers. I wanted to know why our parents were here, how Akira was tied to this syndicate, whether he was human or a monster.

More than anything... I wanted to crush him.

Before I could lose control, the lab doors slid open again. A massive, towering figure stepped inside.

’Mr. Zero.’

My eyes narrowed. It was the same giant I’d fought in the Tokyo alleyway—the guy who’d injected himself with a muscle-enhancing serum and still lost to me.

The second Karen saw him, her tragic demeanor vanished. She rushed over, throwing her arms around him and kissing his cheek. "Baby... I’ve been waiting! I brought the money!"

Zero gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You did a good job, honey. Well done."

’Honey?’ Was this guy the high school lover she was whispering to on the phone earlier?

"What about the cure for our boy?" Karen asked frantically, her voice trembling with desperate hope. "The Founder will give it to us now, right? You spoke to him?"

’Our boy?’ Was Zero the father of the kid floating in that tank?

"Yeah, babe... about that," Zero muttered, pulling away from her touch. "Nobody escapes the Shinigami."

Without warning, Zero drove a brutal fist directly into Karen’s stomach.

The air exploded from her lungs in a choked gasp. She crumpled to the floor, clutching her midsection, her eyes wide with total shock and betrayal.

"B-Baby..." she wheezed through the agony.

Zero brought his heavy boot down, pressing her face firmly against the cold concrete floor. "Stop calling me that! I belong to the Shinigami now. This is my domain. That stupid little dream we had? Buying our freedom? Forget it. I feel like a king here! This is where I belong!"

Karen’s eyes filled with utter despair—a look I had never seen on her face before. "Babe... please... we were high school sweethearts," she begged, her voice muffled against the tile. "What are you saying? You wanted this... we both worked so hard for this! We can get our baby boy back and go to America, remember? Living in New York... having more kids..."

"Shut up!" Zero snarled, stepping down harder. "You’re nothing but a new test subject now!"

"A... test subject?" Karen’s breath hitched. "No... no, this can’t be! Baby, what did they do to you?! This isn’t who you are! You love me! You sacrificed everything for me and our boy! We can’t give up now... please..."

"Love?" Zero spat, letting out a cruel laugh. "What love? You think I don’t know you’ve been sleeping around? You left me behind in this hell and married another man! For all I know, that kid in the tank isn’t even mine!"

"No, you’re wrong!" Karen sobbed, mustering the strength to push his foot off her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "He is yours! He looks just like you! You know it’s true!"

I stood in the corner, watching the mess unfold. Part of me felt this was poetic karma for how Karen had lied and used me, but I could almost understand Zero’s disgust. Karen was a liar and a bitch through and through.

"I was desperate!" she wailed, her voice cracking. "I did all of it to raise money for our child! Everyone was trying to destroy me—my colleagues stole the inventory, knowing I’d take the fall as manager! But I kept pushing through all of it! Because I believed you, me, and our baby had a future! I never loved any of those men... only you!"

SLAP!

Zero struck her across the face with enough force to echo through the chamber. Nearby, Akira and the other scientists watched the spectacle with amused indifference.

"You’re a hypocritical bitch," Zero hissed. "You say you did it for me, but let’s be real—you loved getting your holes filled by the cum of strangers! You gave yourself to whoever had cash. You even went as far as marrying the boss’s younger brother, and then cheated on him with his own garden boy!"

"It was all for—"

SLAP!

Another heavy strike cut her off, leaving bright red welts across her tear-stained skin.

Zero crouched down, grabbing Karen by the hair and pulling her face inches from his. He leaned in, whispering something low and muffled directly into her ear, words so faint even my heightened hearing couldn’t decipher them.

Then, he released her hair and shoved her face roughly back onto the floor.

"I’m done with her, Mr Two," Zero said, standing up and dusting off his hands.

"Very well," Akira commanded coldly. "Lackeys, haul her away. Prepare her for the next batch of test subjects."

Two heavily armed guards grabbed Karen by the arms, dragging her toward the heavy rear doors. She wriggled and screamed in terror, her cries echoing down the hall until the doors slammed shut.

I stood frozen in the dark corner of the room.

’What the actual hell?’

I had followed her all the way here from another world to exact my revenge, only to watch the woman who betrayed me get betrayed by her own lover... and dragged off to become a lab rat.

What in the karma was going on?

Before I could process my next move, a wave of static buzzed inside my brain, followed by the clear, telepathic voice of someone I knew all too well.

To Be Continued