My Milf System-Chapter 329 - 328

Right after Sister Samantha left, Asher shapeshifted into Xavier, the Mohawk thug once more.

Tama emerged from beneath his shadow. "Master..." she murmured, giving a slight bow.

"Hey... you’re here," he replied softly.

"Yeah. I went out to Felmora to take care of some things, but I’m back." She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against his chest. "If you don’t mind me asking, Master... why are you violating that poor sister?"

"Oh, you mean Sister Samantha." He shrugged. "Nothing special. I’m just harvesting energy from breaking her innocence. You know how my power works."

She tilted her head. "But you could gain energy if you slept with me, Master. Am I not enough?"

He ruffled her hair, earning a twitch from her cat ear. "It’s not like that, honey. Think of this as my way of getting back at the Goddess who created a hierarchy where men are far inferior to women. I’m just proving I’m capable of ruining her most faithful devotees."

"Master, you’re evil," Tama said with a pout. "But I like it."

She giggled and kissed him. He returned the kiss, then gently pulled away after a moment.

"Alright. Time for the real drama. I’m bringing back the bishop I kidnapped. What was his name again... Father Gonzalo?"

Tama stepped backward, sinking into his shadow. "Have fun, Master. Call me if you need me, okay? Mwaa." She blew him a kiss before disappearing completely.

He opened a dimensional door and returned to his realm, where Father Gonzalo was bound tightly by the roots and branches of trees in his realm.

When the bishop saw him, he glared up, eyes bloodshot with rage. Asher released the branch covering the man’s mouth.

"You Mohawk wrench!! What do you think you’re doing? Do you know who I am?!" Father Gonzalo spat. "I’m a high member of the Holy Church of Shangani—one of the few men with real influence in this world. I can get you erased without a trace if you dare hurt me, you piece of shit!"

"Woah... chill out, dude. I didn’t know bishops were allowed to curse." He created another gate—one that would return the man to the church. "Relax. I have no intention of hurting you. Bullying the weak isn’t really my thing."

"Weak?!" the bishop rasped, veins bulging across his forehead. "How dare a lowly thug call me weak?! I’m an A-rank hunter—far stronger than you and your gang combined!"

"And yet here you are," Asher replied calmly, turning away. "Running your mouth while completely helpless. You’re pathetic, Bishop. Now go. You’re becoming an eyesore."

With a mental command, he ordered the tree to fling Father Gonzalo forward. The branches hurled him through the dimensional gate, and the sound of his body slamming into the church’s wooden booth echoed from the other side, followed by a groan of pain.

The gate snapped shut.

He sat down on the grass, basking in the warmth of the sunlight. A tree branch bent down toward him, offering an apple. He plucked it and took a bite.

"Well, I’ll let him deal with the mess I created for now," he muttered, brushing grass from his clothes. "I’ve got fighting matches tomorrow. I really need to harvest some pleasure points from Samantha tonight."

Meanwhile...

Bruised and aching from being thrown into the church like a discarded doll, Father Gonzalo staggered upright. His head throbbed. One moment he’d been trapped in an unfamiliar realm—then suddenly, he was back inside the church, splintered wood still groaning around him.

The noise stopped Sister Samantha mid-step.

She turned at the sound of crushing timber and a man’s pained groan. Her heart clenched. No matter what he’d done, she couldn’t ignore someone who might be hurt. Gathering her skirts, she hurried back toward the source.

Father Gonzalo looked up and the instant he saw her, his eyes perked up.

"Sister Samantha," he said quickly, pain in his voice. "Thank heavens you’re here. I was kidnapped by that Mohawk gang. Please—can you gather a group of capable hunters to track them down?"

She froze.

Her expression hardened, brows drawing together. "You’re lying, Father." She folded one arm across her chest, the other instinctively lowering to her crotch to shield herself from his gaze. "You need to repent."

Her voice trembled, but she stood her ground. "I won’t be fooled again. Don’t you dare come near me—or I’ll tell everyone you molested me."

"Molested you?!" Father Gonzalo echoed with genuine shock.

He’s trying to make me feel crazy again, Sister Samantha thought.

Without another word, she stormed out of the room, leaving him standing there in confusion.

Later that day, Samantha kept herself busy, forcing herself to work nonstop just to avoid thinking about what Father Gonzalo had done to her or even risking running into him again.

By the time she knocked off at four, exhaustion had fully set in. She returned home and threw herself onto her bed, tired, drained, and half-asleep already.

The night before, after touching that stranger’s penis with her feet, she hadn’t been able to sleep at all. Her thoughts had spiraled endlessly with regret and fear.

Now, the moment she felt the comfort of her bed, she drifted off.

In her dream, Sister Samantha found herself kneeling inside the abbey chapel—the smaller, sacred space meant for quiet reflection.

Sunlight spilled through the stained-glass windows, bathing the pews in soft color.

She felt light. Calm. At peace.

Then warmth followed.

It spread slowly, blooming deep within her, radiating outward until her body felt impossibly light. Without fully understanding why, she spread her legs slightly and rocked her hips, wanting to feel it more.

She moved faster, chasing a sensation she had never reached before. Pleasure coursed through her entire body, but it centered sharply at her nipples and clit.

The warmth intensified into heat.

Her hands loosened from prayer and drifted upward, brushing over her chest through the fabric of her tunic.

Where is my bra?

She’d never enter the chapel without her undergarments. What if someone noticed?

The thought barely mattered as she continued touching herself, even as logic faded.

"...I think you’re a slut, Sister."

Father Gonzalo’s words echoed in her mind.

Her hips moved faster. She was close—so close—

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Sister Samantha jolted awake, gasping as the loud knocks shattered her dream.

She wiped sweat from her brow. Her clit throbbed uncomfortably, her nipples still hard beneath her clothes.

Knock. Knock.

"I’m coming!" she shouted, climbing off the bed.

Her thighs felt slick, and she prayed whoever was at the door wouldn’t notice.

She opened it.

Her eyes widened.

Father Gonzalo stood there.

"Oh heavens," he said smoothly, his eyes sweeping over her. "You’re very aroused, Sister. What’s wrong?"

Her breath caught. How could he tell from just one glance?

She didn’t know that the man before her wasn’t Father Gonzalo at all—but Asher, wearing his face, calmly reading her sexual level through his skill.

"I’m sorry, Father," Sister Samantha said quietly. "I see it now. You weren’t trying to molest me earlier—you were helping me. I think I really do need a purity test."

Beneath the fake skin, Asher grinned. "I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding. May I...?"

She hesitated, then stepped aside. "Yes. Come inside."

As soon as the door closed behind him, he didn’t give her a chance to breathe.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hands moving to her chest, fingers teasing her hardened nipples. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Let the purity test begin, Sister," he murmured, his voice hot against her neck.

Sister Samantha brushed her thighs together—not entirely out of arousal, though that played a part—but mostly because of the growing pressure in her bladder.

Asher felt his grin turn wolfish as his hands drifted lower, hovering near her crotch. "You know, if you climax, you fail the test, Sister," he said softly. "And then we’ll have much bigger problems, right?"

She couldn’t answer. Her gaze dropped to the floor, doe-like eyes filling with tears as her holy aura flickered, distorted by shame and fear. Asher savored the sight.

"O-okay, Father," she muttered. "Let me take off my clothes first."

Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her tunic and pulled it over her head, leaving her in white cotton panties and a matching bra that barely concealed her modest B-cup chest.

Her hair spilled over her shoulders, framing the deep blush that spread from her cheeks down her neck and across her chest.

Asher stepped forward.

She instinctively took a half-step back.

"I... I have to pee, Father," she said quickly, turning toward the toilet.

He followed her.

"And?" he asked.

"And... can’t I have some privacy, please?"

"That’s unnecessary," he replied, waving the concern away. "In fact, it’s better if I observe. Your body didn’t exactly pass the purity test last time. We need to see just how lewd you really are."

Defeated, she lowered her panties and sat down, exposing her hairy pussy as she settled onto the toilet.

"Don’t close your legs," he ordered.

Before she could react, he crouched, gripping her knees and forcing them apart as wide as the cramped space allowed.

Under his unbroken stare, her body betrayed her. Her piss came in hesitant spurts, stopping and starting, until she could no longer hold back as it became a gushing, golden stream splashing into the water below.

The nun couldn’t help but let little sounds escape her as she urinated.

The sounds alone were enough to stir Asher’s cock, already feeding his imagination—already picturing what it would be like to pop her cherry.

Would her holy golden aura survive this purity test?

Or would she finally succumb to lust?

Asher couldn’t help but wonder.

TBC