My Milf System-Chapter 6 - . A depressing twist

There's nothing more embarrassing than getting caught by your own sister while screwing a MILF old enough to be your mother. The sheer humiliation makes you want to sink into the ground and disappear.

Right in front of me stood Sharon, her eyes wide with shock as she glanced between me and Mrs. Rembrandt who was still completely naked.

I jolted upright, my massive cock dangling as I turned to face her. "Sharon? What are you doing here?"

She frowned. "I should be the one asking you that, Asher. What the hell were you doing with Mrs Rembrandt? Mom has been looking for you since morning, and you're here, doing illegal things while having the time of your life."

Oh, right. I hadn't told them I was working for Mrs. Rembrandt. I wanted to pay off the debt in secret, so I left the house before anyone woke up.

I glanced at Mrs. Rembrandt. Despite being weak from countless orgasms, she clutched a towel tightly around her body, her expression filled with fear. Was it really that bad for an A-rank to sleep with a D-rank man?

"Please... Sharon. Don't tell anyone about this," Mrs Rembrandt pleaded with tearful eyes.

Sharon, ever the rude one, crossed her arms and scoffed. "I can't believe you. You're such a whore for an old woman. Do you know what could happen to my brother if someone else caught you?"

"I know... I—"

"Then why sleep with him in the first place?"

Damn... Sharon was really making this hard for Mrs. Rembrandt.

"I—I just couldn't control myself in the moment. I'm really sorry. Please understand," she begged.

Sharon scoffed, reaching into her pocket and retrieving some gold coins. "I came to pay part of our debt. It's 20 gold coins. I'll bring more tomorrow." She tossed the coins to her then turned to me, pointing a finger at my face.

"You! Put some clothes on and let's go home."

"I—"

"No arguments, Asher. Mom is worried about you."

"Yeah... yeah," I grumbled, pulling on my sweatpants.

At that moment, a screen popped up in front of me.

[Congrats! Mission—Make one MILF submit to you is completed]

[Reward: Charismatic Attitude]

[Explanation: When activated, people you talk to are more likely to like you. However, it won't work on anyone stronger than you.]

Oh, great. I worked so hard for a skill as useless as this? If it doesn't work on people stronger than me, it's practically worthless. I'm a D-rank, and most women start at C-rank or higher. This means that if l activate it, I'll only be liked by weak ass dudes! Argh.... this is a nightmare!

[Bonus reward: Appraisal skill]

[Explanation: Allows you to see other people's skills and identities just by glancing at them.]

Now that's something useful. I smiled to myself, processing the new ability—until a slap across my face snapped me back to reality.

"You've been staring blankly into the air. What's wrong with you?" Sharon asked, irritated.

"I... ugh, sorry. I spaced out. Anyway, let's go."

She led the way outside, and on our way home, she gave me one hell of a lecture about how sleeping with a high-ranked individual as a low-rank could get me executed.

But as we walked, curiosity got the better of me. I decided to test out my new skill.

The moment I activated Appraisal, my vision filled with stats and details about everyone I looked at. Unlike my MILF Detector skill, which only shows the sexual frustration levels on Milfs only, this one showed a lot more and worked on everyone too.

I tested it on my cute sister, l mean, just my sister—and l was mind-blown. She was a C-rank hunter with an affinity for fire and swordsmanship.

"So, sis, can you... uh... do magic?" I asked.

"Of course I can. I'm a hunter. That's how we raid dungeons."

"What? Dungeons? There are dungeons in this world?" I asked, mindblown

"Obviously. Man... you really lost all your memories, huh? You don't know anything at all.This is gonna be a problem."

I scowled. "How is that a problem? I can just learn everything again, can't I?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes as we finally arrived at our dumpster of a house. Mom was sitting in the living room, and the moment she saw me, she bolted over, wrapping me in a tight hug.

"Where have you been, my boy?" she asked, squeezing me.

"I—ugh..." I shot a quick don't-snitch-on-me glare at Sharon, and saw her scoff, glancing away. "I was just... walking around. Getting used to the surroundings."

"You had me worried! I wanted to take you back to re-register at school. You haven't attended in half a year—you've missed so many lessons!"

Wait... school? There's school in this world? Ugh, great. Not like I hate school or anything, but my goal is to punish as many MILFs as possible with my massive rod. How the hell am I supposed to do that in a classroom? I bet there aren't any MILFs there—just teenage girls my age. Totally boring. Not only are they not as thick as MILFs, but they lack experience.

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"So, I'm a schoolboy, huh?" I muttered.

"Yes, my boy. You were always so enthusiastic about school, and you wanted to get strong so that one day, you'd marry Lor—"

"Mom!" Sharon cut in sharply. "There's no need to bring that up. Besides, that girl is a total bitch. My brother shouldn't waste his time on her."

Wait... so Asher had a bitchy crush at school? Great. Just what I needed—some stuck-up girl from his past causing unnecessary drama. I can't stand young girls. Their cocky attitudes drive me insane.

"Alright, son. I left your uniform on your bed. Get changed, and I'll take you to school."

I let out an exaggerated sigh. This was not how I wanted my day to go. I was hoping to spend more time working for Mrs. Rembrandt and, well... having our fun when we were alone. But now? Now I had to deal with school.

How unfortunate. It's freaking depressing.

Tbc