My Milf System-Chapter 343. Rusty

Asher woke to the soft weight of Joyce beside him. Taming the warrior had taken the better part of the night; as it turned out, her long abstinence had made her nearly insatiable. But Asher’s stamina was no joke, and by the time the sun began to peek through the curtains, even she had reached her limit.

He stepped out of the bath feeling refreshed, the steam still clinging to his skin, to find Joyce awake but buried under the furs of his bed.

"Good morning," he said with a clean smile.

Joyce’s face wasn’t as bright as the sunlight. It was a grim, stormy purple. "There is nothing good about this morning," she grumbled.

Asher raised a brow, pulling on his shirt. "Why’s that?"

"I am fairly certain the entire floor heard me screaming last night!" she hissed, shielding her face with her hands as her cheeks flared crimson. "How am I supposed to walk out of here? Everyone will look at me and know I was... I was having sex with a brat like you! My honor as a warrior has gone down the drain!"

Asher smirked, fastening his belt. "But you had a good time, didn’t you?"

"I... well..." she stammered, her voice failing her.

"That’s all that matters." Asher waved a hand as he headed for the door. "Well, I’m off to the arena. I’ve got a match to win. Stay as long as you like—it’ll be quieter once the inn clears out."

Joyce grumbled a response, but she didn’t move. She wanted to watch him fight, but her pride demanded she wait until the hallway was empty. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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As Asher walked the bustling streets toward the stadium, he reached out mentally. ’Tama? You there? You ready for this?’

Silence.

’Tama! Can you hear me?’ he said again, louder this time.

’Tama rushed to Felmora, Master. She hasn’t been back since last night,’’ Rex’s voice echoed from the depths of Asher’s own shadow.

’Felmora? Is something wrong?’

’I don’t know. She didn’t say anything to me.’

Asher frowned, his pace slowing. Why would Tama vanish now? She had been obsessed with seeing Moriel’s downfall—this was the moment she had been waiting for. To disappear right before the final move... it didn’t sit right.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. ’Don’t overthink it. She’ll show up.’

The Coliseum was a gargantuan stone maw, already overflowing with spectators.

As a contestant, Asher bypassed the stands and headed for the preparation rooms. He signed the standard waivers—the ones that politely stated the Kingdom wasn’t responsible if he ended up a smear on the arena floor—and took his seat before the massive iron portcullis.

The wait was the worst part. Genzai was an enigma—a man of technology in a world of magic. Worse, he was a puppet for Moriel, a man who experimented on humans and once created a zombie apocalypse in Eldoria.

Asher rubbed his hands together. ’I can do this. I can destroy the fallen god!’

Outside, the roar of the crowd reached a fever pitch. They weren’t there for him; they were there for Genzai, the most beloved figure in the kingdom.

Finally, the announcer’s voice boomed, amplified by magic.

"In today’s match, facing the legendary Genzai... we have the young man who overcame Joyce last night! Give it up for... Asherman!"

The gates groaned open. Asher stepped out into the blinding morning sun, met instantly by a wall of sound.

"BOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The crowd jeered. A few half-empty water bottles tossed from the front rows thudded near his feet. Asher ignored them, his eyes fixed on the opposite gate.

"And his opponent, ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer shrieked, her voice cracking with excitement. "The man you’ve all been waiting for! Tanaka Genzai!"

"YEAHHHHHHHHH!"

The stadium shook with the applause, then abruptly went silent.

"W-what is this?" the announcer stammered. "It seems Lord Genzai has come... armored for a serious war!"

Asher’s eyes narrowed. "Is he trying to be Iron Man?"

Genzai didn’t walk out in robes or light leather like people of Shangani Kingdom had always seen him in. He was encased in a suit of articulated iron, painted a deep, menacing red.

It hummed with a low vibration, looking far more advanced than anything the kingdom should possess.

"Without further ado... Let the match begin!"

Genzai didn’t wait. Jets of blue light erupted from the soles of his boots, propelling him forward at a sonic speed.

Asher barely had time to blink before a metallic fist slammed into his jaw. The force was like being hit by a runaway carriage. He was sent spiraling across the dirt, slamming hard into the stone wall beneath the spectator stands.

He groaned, coughing up a spray of blood. Before he could find his feet, Genzai raised a hand. A purple glow gathered in the palm of his armored suit.

’Is he insane?’ Asher thought, seeing the trajectory. ’The spectators are right behind me!’

A beam of pure energy shrieked toward him. Asher summoned a violent wind barrier at the last millisecond, catching the beam and refracting it upward, where it hissed harmlessly into the clouds.

This man wasn’t holding back. He was fighting to kill, and he wanted it done in seconds.

"Fine," Asher spat, wiping blood from his lip. He reached into his Item Box and pulled out a hilt of black metal. "No more holding back."

He gripped his Demon Sword, its dark surface shimmering under the sun.

"Whew... finally!" The sword’s voice rasped in his mind. "I was starting to think I’d turned into a wine cellar ornament by getting stores away for a very long time. I’m rusty, kid... mind if I go a little wild?"

Asher smirked. "I need you at your worst today."

"Gotcha!"

Thin, black tendrils sprouted from the hilt, burrowing into Asher’s wrist. He winced as the blade drank deep of his blood, but as it fed, the sword ignited. Hellish, violet-black and red flames roared upward, licking the sky.

The announcer screamed into her crystal. "UNBELIEVABLE!!!! The challenger has a living flame blade!"

Genzai’s voice filtered through the suit’s external speakers, cold and synthesized. "A fire-element demonic sword, huh?. I’ve already accounted for that."

"Let’s see if you can still be that smug once I beat you out of your metallic shell, Moriel!!!" Asher grinned as he charged forward, sword raised and ready to smash!

Tbc