Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 123: Safe

Steve’s eyes flicked from left to right, scanning the thick brush and shadowed tree lines for any glimmering threads of light—those faint, almost invisible strings that signaled the presence of the cloaked goblins.

’Nothing.’

No shimmer, no threads, no danger. His vision remained clear.

Still, he stayed alert.

Satisfied for now, he turned his gaze to Tonya. With a subtle flick of his wrist, he gestured for her to come closer—

Tonya met his eyes, her own scanning the treeline once more. Her hand gripped the hilt of her sword with practiced ease, but she didn’t sense any immediate threat.

Steve gave a small nod, and they moved together.

The spot they’d chosen was tucked along a bend of the river where the current softened into a lazy swirl. Tall reeds framed the bank, and thick trees hung overhead, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze, forming a canopy of privacy. The water shimmered in the dappled light—secluded, quiet, perfect.

Tonya exhaled, long and deep, releasing what remained of her wariness.

"I think we’re okay here." she murmured again. Then, with a shrug and a soft toss, she let her knife land beside her.

Steve turned, just in time to see her hands rise.

In one slow, fluid motion, Tonya gripped the hem of her shirt and began to lift. The fabric clung to her curves, catching slightly beneath the swell of her full, heavy breasts. She tugged, and the tension built for a heartbeat as her shirt stretched tight against her chest—before it gave, peeling upward. Inch by inch, her smooth, bronzed skin revealed itself. And then—there they were.

Her breasts spilled free—large, round, and impossibly soft-looking. They bounced with a gentle, natural weight, the cool air teasing her nipples into firm peaks as her shirt came up and over her head. She shook it off, letting it fall carelessly to the forest floor, her body now half-bared beneath the speckled sunlight.

Steve’s breath hitched.

Tonya didn’t glance at him. She simply moved with quiet grace, her fingers sliding down to the waist of her pants. She hooked them with both thumbs, gave one firm pull, and began to tug them down.

Her hips shifted slightly as the fabric slid along her thighs, and then—slowly—her plush, round fat ass came into view. It was mesmerizing. Perfectly shaped, thick and soft, with that delicious curve that invited stares and sin.

Nude now, she stood proud and unashamed, her body framed by the trees and the sparkle of the river behind her.

She leaned forward slightly, picking up her trousers and folding them with absent-minded care—completely unaware of Steve behind her whose eyes couldn’t stop drinking her in.

He could only watch.

The moonlight was dim, veiled behind drifting clouds, but it still found her—highlighting the sculpted curves of her body like a statue come to life. Even in shadow, she was breathtaking.

She paused, turning her head slightly toward Steve. A soft blush touched her cheeks, barely visible in the low light.

"What?" she murmured, voice laced with curiosity, with a teasing kind of innocence.

Steve couldn’t answer—not yet. His eyes were still tracing the lines of her body, lingering shamelessly on the firm rise of her breasts, impossibly full and yet still perky, as though gravity had surrendered to her beauty.

His gaze eventually rose back to meet hers, though his thoughts still swam in the vision of her bare form.

"Nothing...there’s absolutely nothing wrong."

She stepped in further, the cool stream rising to greet her thighs, her waist, her chest—until she was submerged to the shoulders, her skin glistening beneath the silver light. The wetness clung to her, highlighting every curve, every nuance of her body. Her hair floated around her like a dark halo, and when she turned to glance back, her naked breasts shimmered in the light—slick, full, alive.

The sight struck him deep, an ache forming low in his belly. Arousal came fast and hot, pressing against the fabric of Steve’s pants with undeniable urgency. But he didn’t move.

Steve took one last glance around, then slowly peeled off his clothes, his movements unhurried, deliberate. The night air kissed his bare skin before he stepped into the river, the warm current wrapping around him like silk. It rushed against his body, washing away the grime and blood of the past days—a quiet baptism after chaos.

They began to cleanse themselves in silence. Hands moved, cupping water, gliding over skin. The water carried away dust, sweat, and memory.

Tonya moved with unconscious seduction. She hadn’t meant to tempt him—yet the way her hands slid over her soaked skin told a different story.

She tilted her head, her fingers trailing from her neck down to her breasts, cupping, rubbing, cleansing slowly. The full weight of her breasts shifted beneath her palms, glistening under the moonlight, rising and falling with each breath.

The river clung to her, made her shimmer—her curves more defined, her softness more divine. Her soaked hair clung to her back, her every motion fluid, sensual, unintentional and yet completely devastating.

Steve watched, heat stirring low and urgent in him. He hadn’t touched her. But the water had—and that, somehow, was almost more unbearable.

He hadn’t meant to stare—well, not openly. But she was already his, wasn’t she? Still, watching her like this, bathed in moonlight, her full breasts glistening with river water, every soft curve begging to be touched—it was too much.

He lost track of time, lost in the sight of her sensual form moving through the current.

Tonya paused mid-motion, noticing the silence, the stillness. Slowly, her gaze slid toward him—and caught him. Steve stood there, mesmerized, his eyes shamelessly tracing the swell of her breasts, the wet strands of hair clinging to her chest.

Her cheeks flushed. She followed his stare, then looked back up at him, slightly breathless.

"Are you sure... nothing’s wrong?" she asked, her voice low.

Steve blinked, throat tightening. Goddamn it. How was he supposed to hold back?

’ How could anyone hold back the urge to fuck her, seeing her like this?...mehn...damnit....activate’ He thought inwardly

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[Ding!]

A soft chime echoed in his ears.

[ System Notification: Skill Charm Master has been activated.]

His breath hitched.

"Well...umm...there is an issue..." Steve stuttered, his voice filled with underlying lust.

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