My Milf System-Chapter 8 - . The ruthless guildmaster

I stood my ground, clenching my fists.

"Come at me, bitch."

I was ready to fight to the death. What I wasn't ready for was being completely knocked out by her first attack in an instant. I don't even know what happened. One second, I was standing a few meters away from this Lorraine bitch, and the next, I was on the ground, groaning in pain, my head spinning. The last thing I saw before blanking out was her smirk as she looked down at me, her face laced with disgust.

When I woke up, I was in a cell—a filthy, stinking pit. I lay sprawled on the cold floor, my uniform stained with dirt. I immediately jumped to my feet, but my entire body ached in pain. Just what the hell did that bitch do to me?

I noticed two guards strolling by in the corridor, clad in heavy metal armor. By the looks of it, they were both women.

"Hey... get me out of here!" I yelled, banging on the metal bars.

They ignored me like I didn't even exist.

How cocky can women in this world be?

I clenched my fists. Whoever the goddess ruling this world is, she's definitely a sexist! Favoring one gender while leaving the other completely weak!

I yelled with the top of my voice. I demanded. I banged on the bars. I sat down. Slept in the dirt. Hours passed, yet no one came. Hunger crept in, gnawing at my insides. I begged for food. For water. But l was given nothing. The cell was dark, without windows, so I couldn't even tell if it was day or night.

More hours passed—maybe an entire day or two. My strength was fading. My throat burned with thirst. I could only watch as the guards enjoyed their meals right in front of me, laughing as they poured water onto the ground, the very water I desperately needed. My lips were cracked and dry. My body now weak.

Did they bring me here to die?

More time passed. I collapsed onto the floor, utterly drained. Then, finally, the door to my cell creaked open.

I couldn't even lift my head to see who it was. I didn't have the strength to.

The next thing I knew, I was being dragged like a trash bag ready to be tossed into a dumpster. As I was pulled along, the surroundings suddenly brightened, then finally, l was in a fancy room. At least, that's what I assumed—judging by how shiny the floor was, which was practically the only thing I could see as they dragged me.

Then, I was thrown onto the ground like garbage.

"Give him some water," a voice commanded. It was soft, sweet, and rich with authority. My MILF senses tingled. Whoever she was, she was definitely a MILF. I could feel it.

A guard approached. But instead of handing me water, she poured it over my head.

Desperate to drink, I strained my neck, twisting my body to catch the water with my tongue before it hit the floor. But just as I managed a few drops, they stopped pouring. My throat still burned, so I did the only thing I could at a desperate time like this. I licked the water off the floor like a dying animal.

A guard grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head up. My vision finally focused on the woman standing before me.

Goddess... she was stunning. More beautiful than Mrs. Rambrandt. Even though l was feeling weak, I could see how thick and well-endowed she was. My rod of judgment would so much love to punish her one day. But her beauty didn't match the cruel smirk on her lips.

She was a wolf in sheep's clothing. A devil disguised as an angel.

She stood from her chair and crouched in front of me. Instinctively, my eyes flickered downward to her legs that she stretched apart beneath her skirt. As a man, l couldn't hold myself from peeking at her panties, but that only earned me a hard slap across the face.

"You have the guts to peek at my panties, you useless piece of shit?!" she snarled, spitting on me.

"W-What... do you want from me?" I muttered, my voice barely more than a whisper.

She clicked her tongue, scoffing. "If it weren't for one of my precious A-rank hunters testifying that you lost your memories and have no clue how this world works, I would have let you rot in that cell before having you executed like the trash you are."

Her expression darkened. "I heard you refused to bow in front of a girl who outranks you by far. Instead, you insulted her. Do you even know who she is? That was my daughter you disrespected you piece of garbage!."

My stomach dropped. No wonder she resembled that bitch. They both have this red hair, and an allure around them, yet, too cruel.

"I, Liloth Alvado, who is the Guildmaster of this kingdom, and mother of Lorraine, wanted to see you dead!" Her voice dripped with venom. "You better thank Vireth, the Goddess of Divine Grace, for sending Mrs. Rambrandt to defend you. Otherwise, you'd already be rotting in the ground!"

So this was Liloth Alvado, huh. The strongest hunter in the kingdom.

But to think... Mrs. Rambrandt of all people was the one who saved me. Guess taming her was a good move.

But l don't understand. How could they actually torture me this much simply because l refused to bow to a woman? How unfair can this world be to men?

My neck was already stiff, thanks to the guard who was still yanking my hair. I had no strength to argue.

So instead, I did something even better.

I spat.

Right on her huge visible breasts, thanks to the ridiculously soft top she wore, which barely covered her cleavage.

The room fell into utter silence.

Then, in an instant, the guard slammed my face into the floor. Pain exploded in my skull as blood trickled down from my forehead.

Liloth trembled with rage.

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"HOW DARE YOU!" she shrieked.

Spitting on her must have really pressed her buttons.

She took a step toward me, ready to lash out, but before she could...

I fell unconscious. My frail body finally gave in.

I had suffered enough.

Tbc