My Milf System-Chapter 241 - 249. Mother’s teases

"We’re just as shocked as you are, Mast— I mean, Asher," Liloth Alvado muttered, her chin resting in her palm as she leaned on her desk.

"This is ridiculous," Asher snapped, pacing across the polished floor of her office.

To the left, Freya sat with arms folded, her expression cold. Beside her was Aria, her legs crossed elegantly. Eldoria now had only three official S-Rank hunters left. And they all sat in silence, grim-faced and deep in thought.

"Can I see the body?" Asher asked, his voice low, eyes locked with Liloth’s.

He didn’t care much whether Veyna lived or died. But something about this felt bigger—off. Veyna had been a pawn, that much was clear. And lately, ever since he killed Hades, ever since he felt that sinister presence in the air, he’d been feeling... watched. Like something was slithering just behind his shoulder, leeching onto him. This had to be connected. It had to.

Liloth raised a brow. "You sure you want to see the corpse?"

He nodded firmly. "Yeah."

Dead bodies didn’t bother him. He’d seen plenty—killed his share—and during his days as a doctor, he’d handled worse.

"Fine," Liloth said, standing from her desk.

Today, she was dressed like a professional—gray tailored blazer and matching skirt, a crisp white shirt underneath with the top two buttons undone, showing just enough cleavage to remind you she knew she was attractive. Her stilettos matched the suit.

Freya wore the same blue top and shorts she’d had on for the past three days, as if they were some kind of uniform. Aria, ever the vibrant one, wore a red sundress that hugged her figure like she was heading out on a date. Sandals on her feet, oversized black sunglasses resting on her face. They were effortlessly stunning—but Asher didn’t care. They didn’t either. These were three of the top ten most beautiful women in Eldoria. Even in pajamas, they’d turn heads.

Liloth led the way through the marble corridors, stopping at the last room in the back wing of the guild. She pushed the door open, revealing a sparse room with a single wooden casket on the floor.

She knelt beside it and opened it.

Asher stepped forward—and felt his stomach tighten. He was used to corpses, but this... this was something else.

"What the hell...?" he whispered.

"What happened to her?"

Liloth’s voice was calm but heavy. "We weren’t interrogating her like a prisoner. We treated her like one of us. A friend. But she kept crying. Said she couldn’t talk. She couldn’t say it."

Asher leaned in. "And then?"

"She said her real mission was to kill you efficiently without causing a scene. The stuff about sabotaging the Academy’s sponsors was a coverup. When she finally tried to say who gave the order... something tore through her... her tongue started coming out. Like it had a will of its own."

"Coming out?" he repeated.

"Yeah. Slithering, unnaturally, like something invisible was yanking it from her throat. She thrashed, tried to hold it in but it just kept coming and coming. We tried to hold her down, stop it, anything. But it was useless. It cracked, split, and finally—" she gestured. "It just... tore out. Ripped her apart."

Asher stared at the corpse. Her face was frozen in agony, blood dried along her chin and neck. It wasn’t just disturbing—it was unnatural.

He whispered inwardly, "System... scan for anomalies."

[Tch. You’re hopeless without me.]

[Analyzing...]

[Analysis complete.]

[Trace-level curse detected on the remains. Severed tongue marked by a kill-switch seal. Target was bound by an oath: reveal your master, and die.]

Of course.

He stood. "She was cursed. Classic failsafe. Someone didn’t want her talking."

His eyes turned cold as they met Liloth’s. "And we both know who’s capable of this kind of magic."

Liloth swallowed. "But we don’t have any proof."

"Yet," he muttered.

Aria let out a frustrated groan. "This is so damn depressing. I’m out." She turned and strode away, hips swaying with each agitated step. Freya followed her, silent as a shadow.

Asher’s eyes licked on Freya as she walked out. He still didn’t trust her.

She was too informed. She always knew more than she should. If the Duke had a spy, she was his perfect candidate.

Liloth joined his side. "What now?"

"I’m going home," he said flatly.

She gave a hesitant nod. "Alright... Bye, Master." And kissed his cheek.

He didn’t respond. He walked straight past Clara at the receptionist’s desk without so much as a glance and stepped out into the street.

The silence of home greeted him when he arrived.

He heard the sound of humming, the splash of water from the bathroom. His mother was bathing.

"Rex, you can come out now," he muttered.

From the shadow beneath his feet, Rex emerged, taking the form of a black dog and wagging its tail before trotting off inside.

Sharon wasn’t home—probably still at school. Asher took a deep breath. He hadn’t been gone long, just three days, but he missed this place. More than that, he missed—

He opened the kitchen pots and inhaled the aroma.

His mom’s cooking.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a plate and started serving himself. He was halfway through devouring it when he heard soft footsteps approaching from the bathroom.

He looked up just in time and saw his mother.....

Naked.

His plate hit the floor, shattering.

"Welcome home, honey," Onalenna beamed, water dripping from her naked body, her skin slick and glowing under the soft kitchen light. "We missed you."

"M-Mom!" he blurted, turning his head away, cheeks blazing. "You’re not wearing anything!"

She blinked, looked down. "Oh, I thought I was alone..."

"Yeah, well—you’re not! Get dressed!"

She laughed, unbothered. "Aww, what’s the matter? You’ve seen me naked before. We used to bathe together all the time."

"I’m seventeen now!"

She tilted her head, smiled slyly. "Mmm... and you’ll be eighteen in two weeks."

His eyes widened a little. He hadn’t even known that. He hadn’t inherited all of this body’s memories—some came in flashes, deja vu, fragments.

"Well... guess I’m growing up," he muttered.

Her voice echoed from the hallway as she disappeared into her room. "And Mommy’s got a very special gift planned for your big day, sweetheart. You’ll love it."

He bent down to clean the broken plate, his hands shaking slightly.

He’d seen plenty of naked women. Yet for some reason, seeing his mother like that made his chest pound. Maybe it was because she was his mother—well, not really his, but close enough...

It was the first time since reincarnating into Asher’s body that he’d felt that flustered.

He sighed and began picking up the broken pieces of his plate and went to discard of it.

But what he didn’t know was that this game had just begun.

His mother had felt a rush of happiness watching him blushing like that after seeing her naked. So, she decided to do it again and again.

The next day, she got bold enough again, and this time, both her kids Sharon and Asher were around. She intentionally went to bathe, then came out of the bathroom flushed, with only a white towel wrapped over her breasts, short enough to barely cover her bottom side. She walked into the dining room where the two were seated, reminiscing since they’d spent some time without seeing each other.

Onalenna stepped into the room and bent down on the carpet silently without saying a word. She was looking into the cupboard just on the right, her head now buried in the bottom shelf while she remained on all fours, ass in the air. The towel was pushed right up, exposing the pink, cotton bikini briefs she wore underneath. Her panties were pulled skin-tight across her buttocks, showing every ripple of her pussy, and the inner and outer lips were clearly outlined through the gusset.

Asher gulped audibly at the sight, feeling his eyes stuck to it for a moment. A tingle rushed through his cock, excitement bubbling from his balls straight up to his belly. He had to pinch himself to stop imagining filthy things.

Sharon noticed the effect their mother’s position had on her brother and called out.

"Mom... um, what are you doi—"

"Oh, shit!" her mother said from inside the cupboard. She jerked her head out and spun around on her knees, now facing them—but still on all fours on the floor. "I can’t find my lotion!"

Sharon raised a brow. "Lotion? In the dining room, mom?"

"I used it here last night," Onalenna answered innocently. "Might’ve fallen under the couch."

Without waiting for another world, she crawled forward now, heading in Asher’s direction on all fours, looking up into his eyes for a moment. She saw his gaze hold hers, then drop slightly down to her cleavage, and a faint bulge immediately appeared in his trousers. The sight made her blood rush—it thrilled her, knowing her body was turning him on.

She dropped down between his knees, arching her back, pressing her breasts to the floor, her butt still in the air—facing Sharon, who sat across from Asher. Her hands slowly searched under Asher’s couch, hips swaying slightly from side to side as she continued. Finally, she pulled out a bottle of lotion she had intentionally dropped there earlier.

"Found it!" she announced cheerfully, rising to her feet. She clutched the lotion like a trophy and swayed her hips on her way out.

Asher and Sharon looked at each other in silence, then Sharon frowned when she saw the bulge in her brother’s trousers.

"You pervert," she muttered darkly. "Getting excited for seeing your own mother?"

Asher scrambled, adjusting his pants to hide the bulge. "Hey—I wasn’t—I didn’t—! Mind your own eyes, thank you very much!"

His face was bright red. He couldn’t even meet her gaze.

But the worst part?

Even now... he was still aroused.

TBC

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