My Milf System
Chapter 248 - 256. The real fun....

Chapter 248: 256. The real fun....

They sat down, and for a moment, Anna just stared at the ground before letting out a long, shaky sigh.

"First of all... I’m sorry," she muttered quietly.

Asher blinked. "Sorry? For what?.."

She clutched her school skirt over her lap, her fingers twisting the fabric as she kept her gaze low. "For how I acted the other day... like a total slut. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, asking you for sex in front of all those people while you were working... I just..."

Asher gently cupped her cheeks, his touch warm and grounding.

"There’s nothing to apologize for, my love."

Her throat tightened as tears pooled in her eyes. "I just... I wasn’t in my right mind. I don’t know what got into me."

"You’re still as emotional as ever," he whispered, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "Don’t blame yourself. It’s our bond. Remember what our mother’s said. During the first week of the bonding phase, craving each other’s touch becomes unbearable. It’s normal."

She sobbed quietly. "Yeah... but still."

He leaned in and kissed her without a warning. She trembled against him, crying into his mouth until his tongue brushed hers, coaxing her lips open. She responded, kissing him back with quiet hunger. His hands caressed her face, pulling her closer until their chests met, her breasts gently squishing against his chest. They completely forgot where they were, kissing like no one could see them, even though anyone passing by easily could.

They were lost in the moment.

Asher could feel the dark miasma that had been leaking off Anna since the rank assessment slowly fading. His love calmed her. It kept the demon within her in check and swept away all her bottled-up emotions, replacing them with something lighter, something warmer.

When they finally pulled apart, both were panting softly, their lips slightly swollen from minutes of uninterrupted kissing. Anna was smiling now, her eyes shining as she looked at him.

"I can’t wait for us to officially get married... and start living together," she muttered.

"I can’t wait for us to officially get married," she whispered. "And start living together."

"Can’t wait too," Asher replied, though deep down, guilt gnawed at him. With the number of wives he already had and Anna still blissfully unaware of them, he wasn’t sure how long he could keep the truth hidden. At least, not until he figured out how to extract the cursed spirit inside her.

But for now, he’d cherish her. Love her. Because he knew what it was like to love someone deeply... and be unloved in return. Its ghe worst feeling a person could go through. He wouldn’t do that to her.

He stood up and extended a hand. "Come on. Lunchtime’s almost over."

She took it, smiling. "Yes, darling. Let’s go."

**

Meanwhile...

Inside the tavern restroom, Adrian leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He grumbled under his breath.

"What the hell is up with that bitch? What’s her damn problem?"

The more he thought about her, the more irritated he got. And the fact that he was even thinking about her? That pissed him off even more. He took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth of the hydra-head taste he just ate with her, and spat it out before flushing it all away. After drying his face and slipping on his glasses, he turned around with a sigh to get out, only to bump into Cammy at the corridor like she’d been waiting for him to come out.

Though she frowned instantly at the sight of him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

His brow twitched. "Who said I was looking at you?"

"You did, you creep!"

Look at me more. She said inwardly, her cheeks warming.

"Wait," Adrian muttered, stepping closer. "How’d you even know I was looking, unless you were looking at me too?"

"But you looked first!!" she snapped back.

The argument spiraled into childish bickering, neither of them willing to back down. Adrian eventually sighed, brushing past her. There was no winning this. And besides, lunchtime was over and none of them wanted to get an earful from the academy’s ancient principal, Mrs. Lawson, whose youthful beauty barely masked the fact that she was over 400 years old.

As Adrian walked ahead, Cammy followed behind him, her cheeks red. A crazy thought crossed her mind. What if she stopped him and just jumped onto him with a kiss? But that thought remained exactly that. A thought.

How do people even kiss... she screamed in her head.

Eventually, they returned to the others, who were wrapping things up. From the looks of it, Natalie was already tipsy, leaning heavily on Derrick after downing too much booze.

"Yup. We’re definitely getting an earful from the old hag," Adrian muttered.

"Let’s move, guys! We’re already late!" he barked, taking the lead.

On the way out, Asher and Anna joined them, still glowing from their earlier moment, and looking more attached than ever. The clinginess was unbearable to watch.

Disgusting. Adrian huffed as he passed them.

The group formed a trail: Adrian first, Cammy and Lorraine behind him, then Brian and Kira, with Derrick half-carrying the drunken Natalie at the back.

And of course, at the academy gates, Mrs. Lawson had already stood waiting, her arms crossed over her chest, and her elven ears twitching in irritation. Her sharp glare could probably pierce through armor.

They got an earful, alright.

And a clear punishment: clean all the toilets.

But of course, it quickly turned into a mess of jokes, blabber, and playful banter.

By the end of the day, they all admitted that academy life wasn’t so bad after all. It was even starting to feel... fun.

Too bad summer break was only a week away and it was coming in fast.

**

Later, after school...

Asher reached home after walking Anna to hers. When he stepped inside, he found Sharon lounging on the couch, wearing an absurdly short skirt that barely passed for clothing. The way she sat made the short, soft fabric of her skirt rise high enough to expose the edge of her pink panties, but she didn’t seem to care. Her eyes were glued to the open book in her hands.

Asher almost ignored her until he caught a glimpse of the cover.

"Just a Family Thing"

It started with a hug... and ended with moans we couldn’t tell mom about.

His jaw dropped. The cover art was scandalous, uncensored, full-color, and explicit, featuring a man and a woman tangled together, the man’s cock buried deep inside the woman, leaving only his balls outside.

Sharon didn’t even flinch at being caught. She just kept flipping pages, unbothered.

"Uh... why are you reading that, sis?" Asher muttered, stunned.

She scoffed. "Why does anyone read?"

His brows went up at the question.

"For entertainment, knowledge... some read for more personal reasons."

"Exactly," she said flatly. "I’m reading for both knowledge and entertainment."

"But that’s porn! You should be reading that in your room, under the covers—not here! What if someone comes in and sees you?!"

"I couldn’t care less," Sharon replied flatly, flipping a page.

Asher shook his head and walked off toward his room.

Behind him, Sharon smirked, her eyes narrowing.

"This is for educational purposes, brother dearest. So that when your birthday comes, Mother and I are fully prepared to give you the best present of your life."

She giggled quietly.

Only thirteen days to go.

**

Somewhere else...

Deep within the cell rooms of the Hunter’s Guild, Onalenna stood beside Ivy in the dim torchlight. She’d gotten permission from Liloth herself, partly because she was Asher’s mother, and partly because, well, she was a woman seeking permission to punish a mere man.

Willson was chained, his arms cuffed, a heavy chain hanging from the ceiling keeping him suspended a few inches off the ground. His muscles trembled from the strain.

Ivy was dressed in her knight gear, her legendary sword resting against her shoulder.

Onalenna stepped closer. "Ready to talk? Why did Max want me kidnapped?"

Willson spat in her face. "Go to hell, bitch! I ain’t telling you shit!"

The women exchanged amused glances.

"He’s resisting?" Ivy muttered. "That makes this more fun."

"We’re within our rights," Onalenna said coldly. "He entered our kingdom, caused chaos. What we do now? That’s just punishment."

A fire burned nearby, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Onalenna shoved a dagger into the flames, letting it heat until it glowed red.

"Well... let’s start by getting rid of his clothes. What do you think?"

Ivy giggled. "Sounds like fun."

"Hands off, bitches!" Willson barked, thrashing against the chains. "Get your filthy hands off me!"

They both laughed.

"Or what?" Ivy asked, raising a brow.

"We’re not here for your pathetic dick," Onalenna said coolly. "We’re here to torture you. Whether you live depends entirely on what you tell us."

And with that, the real fun began.

To be continued...