My Milf System-Chapter 335.

"Well, come upstairs to my room and tell me what your problem is," I muttered, my voice low enough to stay under the radar of the rowdy crowd.

"Your room?" A deep frown creased Joyce’s forehead, her eyes darting around the inn. "Can’t we... go somewhere else?"

"Not happening," I responded flatly. I didn’t wait for her consent; I just turned and started up the stairs, my hands folded behind my head in a posture of complete indifference. "Are you coming or not?"

I heard an irritated growl behind me, followed by the heavy thud of Joyce’s boots. She was following.

We reached my room, and I pushed the door open, gesturing for her to enter. I walked past her to close the windows; the orange glow of the setting sun was fading, and the creeping chill of the coming dawn was already beginning to bite. Joyce stood squarely in the doorway, her face a clash of pure fury and a deep, betraying crimson blush.

"Are you planning to stand there all night?" I asked, eyeing her.

"I don’t trust you," she grumbled, her grip tightening on the doorframe. "I don’t know what you’ll do to me with that... that freakish magic of yours."

I smirked, closing the distance between us until I was well within her personal space. "Are you afraid of what I’ll do, Joyce? Or are you afraid of how much you want me to do it?"

She recoiled as if burned. "Stay... stay the hell away from me."

I raised my hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Point taken. But get inside."

She finally stepped in. The room was sparse with just a basic bed and thin blankets. I pointed to the mattress, and she perched herself on the far corner, looking like a cornered lioness. I sat on the opposite end, watching her.

"What’s up?" I asked.

She took a breath so deep it seemed to strain her vest, summoning every ounce of warrior’s pride she had left. "Remove the spell you cast on me. Now."

I nearly laughed in her face. "The spell? What spell?"

Her fingers dug into my bedsheets, twisting the fabric aggressively. "You know exactly what I’m talking about! The spell that makes me feel... likeTHIS!"

I didn’t answer immediately. I just savored the sight of her flushed face. I could see floating numbers over her head: [Arousal Level: 94%]

The Sexdusa was doing God’s work.

"I’m sorry," I said earnestly. "I can’t deactivate the spell."

The look she gave me was lethal. "WHAT?!"

I shrugged. "It wears off on its own. By tomorrow noon, I’d guess."

"No! No, no, no!" She clutched her thick dread locks, her eyes widening in genuine horror. "I can’t go to the arena feeling like this... I can’t face them..."

"The arena, huh? You’re that excited for my match?"

"Of course not!" she snapped. "I’m going for Genzai. I need to... confirm something."

My curiosity spiked. "Confirm what?"

"It’s none of your business," she said, before immediately spilling it anyway. "I have to see him. I have to see if he’s still the man I looked up to—the kind-hearted gentleman l knew because everyone thinks he now turned into a sociopath." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

I watched her closely. Despite her rowdy exterior, she clearly idolized Genzai. It confirmed what I suspected: the man was once a hero, now a hollowed-out vessel for a rogue god. It made the stakes for tomorrow even higher as l was reminded that I’d be fighting a celestial squatter.

If things got desperate, I’d have to use the Demonic Sword, even if it drained me dry.

Fortunately, since taming Sister Samantha, I had an S-rank skill tucked away for exactly that kind of emergency. But it would cost me a fortune in Pleasure Points.

[Current PP: 80,300]

The costs were scaling up as fast as my power. I couldn’t afford to be stingy.

"Well," I said, slumping back onto the bed with a sigh. "As you said, none of my business. So... see ya."

"See ya?!" Joyce’s voice went shrill with rage. "You have the nerve to dismiss me after hexing me? You did this on purpose just to get into my pants, didn’t you, you scumbag!"

"Hey, all’s fair in love and war. That technique was a tactical necessity to drop your guard. And it worked, didn’t it?"

She gnashed her teeth, her pride warring with the heat crawling up her skin.

"But look on the bright side," I added, my voice dropping an octave. "If you actually let me into your pants... well, not only will you get satisfied, but the release would make that ’weird feeling’ subside. You’d be able to walk into that arena tomorrow with a clear head."

She let out a harsh, dry bark of a laugh. "Are you signing your own death warrant, kid? Do you have any idea who I am? I am an A-rank hunter with the blessing of the God of War. A nobody like you touching me is heresy. It’s a sin that ends in execution—"

In a blur of motion, I moved toward her, and before she could even blink, I had her pinned. I pushed her back onto the mattress, her wrists locked over her head in one of my hands, my thighs pinning hers down.

She gasped, her eyes wide and disoriented.

"A nobody, huh?" I murmured, my eyes dark as I glared down at her. "And yet, this ’nobody’ beat you in front of the whole kingdom. Don’t you think that pride of yours is getting a little heavy, Joyce? Always looking down on men like the rest of these women?"

She struggled, her muscles tensing beneath me, but I held her fast. I used my free hand to slowly caress the side of her neck. I didn’t need my Erogenous Zone Detection skill to see the results, but it confirmed it anyway: her neck was lit up like a neon sign, extremely sensitive to the touch.

"Don’t touch me..." she hissed, though her breath was hitching.

"Or what?" I challenged, tracing my fingers down to the collar of her vest.

I slipped my hand inside, cupping the firm mound of her breast. I caught her nipple between my fingers, rolling and pinching it just enough. A sharp moan escaped her lips before she bit her tongue, trying to swallow the sound.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear. "You’re stubborn, Joyce. I like that. You’ve got fire."

She surged up, slamming her forehead into mine with a dull *thwack*. "Get your filthy hands off me! A commoner has no right!"

"Are you a noble then?" I asked, unfazed by the headbutt. "Or just the property of one? A husband, perhaps?"

She growled, a low, guttural sound. "Don’t you dare talk about him."

"So you do have one. Let me guess: some powerful noble who keeps a stable of women like you? One of those ’strongest males’ you all flock to while the rest of the world’s men are treated like dirt?" I leaned closer, my voice a poisonous whisper. "And he’s so busy with his harem that he hasn’t touched you in months, has he? You’re living a life of high-ranking, holy frustration."

The hit landed. Joyce looked away, her jaw trembling. "It’s... it’s the law of the world. The strong take the best. Even animals know that."

"But is it what *you* want?" I shifted my hand, moving to her other breast, teasing the hardening peak until she let out another involuntary whimper. "Tell me you haven’t wished for a man who actually sees you. A man who has the stamina to satisfy you, instead of some noble who’s too spread thin to even remember your name."

"It can’t be helped!" Joyce cried out, her voice cracking. "That’s how things are! Now get off! You’re beneath me—"

I silenced her with a kiss—a hard, dominant, and hungry one. She froze, her entire body tensing like a bowstring. I pulled my hands from her vest and moved them somewhere much hotter.

I slid my hand down into her trousers, past her underwear, and straight into her center.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She tried to yell against my mouth, muffled "Mmmph!" sounds vibrating through our lips. She shook her head violently. I pulled back just enough to speak.

"Don’t..." she rasped, her eyes wild. "Don’t touch me there... I’ll kill you..."

"Your mouth says ’don’t,’ Joyce, but your body is a liar."

I pulled my hand back out and held it up between our faces. My fingers were glistening and dripping wet with her slimy pussy juices.

"Look at this. You’re practically drowning. You want this more than your next breath."

She turned her face away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "It’s... it’s just a biological reaction!"

"Is that so?" I stood up, looming over her as I unfastened my shorts. I let my cock spring free. "Well, let’s see how your ’biology’ reacts to this."

Joyce’s jaw dropped. Her eyes traveled the length of it, her anger momentarily replaced by pure shock. "Gods..." she breathed. "It’s... it’s HUGE."

TBC