Back to his shitty room, Quinn examined his body. The deep cleaves and gashes he received from the battle were already beginning to knit together...it was really amazing.

"Hmm... it must be the exclusive skill...."

The exclusive skill Infinite Endurance was the only explanation.... It not only give him monstrous stamina but also a terrifying level of vitality...

Exhausted by the adrenaline dump and the blood loss, Quinn collapsed onto the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

***

Several hours later, a knocking sound echoed, jolting him awake. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and expecting to see Lyra standing again...but the figure at the door was different...

The woman standing in the doorway with atleast 5’8 feet with a crimson hair that barely reached her neck. Her body was a masterpiece of curves, squeezed into a tight black and red uniform that left very little to the imagination...

She possessed an allure that could captivate anyone, and while Lyra was still the pinnacle of beauty in Quinn’s eyes, the woman or Milf had a dangerous, appeal on her own

Gulped...

Quinn gulped hard, though not just because of her looks but because in her hand, she held a massive halberd that stood nearly two meters tall!!

"Hmm... so you’re the rat who managed to kill the Executor" she said, her eyes roaming over him like she was inspecting a piece of meat.

"Ohhh... you’ve actually got something decent under your...you know~..."

She leaned against the doorframe, a playful but sharp glint in her eyes.

"Wanna give you...a blow...?" she teased, bringing her free hand up to her lips in a suggestive gesture...

Quinn felt his body react instantly, his blood rushing wild, but he forced himself to stay upright!!.

’Fuck! Don’t fall for it, you idiot!’ he screamed at himself internally.

’One wrong move and your head will be rolling in this cold floor just like that beast!’

Quinn... stayed silent the whole time.

"Fufu... you’re no fun at all," the woman said, her smile fading into something more clinical.

She paused for a moment, letting the silence stretch. "I guess a lucky rat managed to survive another day...."

She turned to her body..., her voice dropping to a low mumble that Quinn’s enhanced senses caught clearly.

’Phew... this bitch must be the type to seduce slaves just to execute them if they show a weakness.’ Quinn thought, watching her walk away.

"Follow me...rat~" the mysterious women said playfully...

Ting!!

The system chimed, albeit a bit late!

[ MILF Detected!]

Name: Lilith Morvayne

Age: 32 years old

Race: Human

Rank: Tier 4 - Master (Mid tier human)

Attributes

Strength: 400

Agility: 389

Endurance: 395

Mana:600

Skills:[Not Visible - Host is too weak!

Unsatisfied MILF:95%

Note: Don’t be fooled by her act! She has never tasted true forbidden pleasure! Since her husband died, she uses this seductive persona as a shield to lessen her emotional burden!

’Hell....she’s so strong!’ Quinn cursed internally and was glad he had kept his cool

It seemed the system’s is not limited as long as the target is Milf...

Ting!!!

Milf Quest: Make this MILF squirt and experience true pleasure!

Reward: Shop Points & Single-use Artifact.

Failure: Lower chance of escaping this prison!

’A quest right off the bat? And an artifact? Whats that anyway...maybe some kind of item...’ Quinn read the failure condition and felt a cold sweat.

’Making her squirt increases my escape chance? Well... I guess I have no choice...’

Quinn decided to execute a plan! Acting like a clumsy fool again and accidentally touch her!... relying on his passive skills to do the rest, just like he had with Lyra!

"Hey! Let’s go!" she barked, clearly irritated that her seduction had failed and that the rat was spacing out like a fool.

"Uh...yes!" Quinn stammered, acting like a dumb shell. He then took a step and intentionally tripped, lunging toward her!...

Alas...

The slipping technique was a total failure! It failed miserablly! This wasn’t Lyra! This was a Tier 4 Master in flesh!

SMACK!!

She slapped him so hard he was sent flying few meters like a discarded rag!

BAM!!

"Argh...!" Quinn groaned, his head spinning not sure what happened..

’She’s too fast!’

"Do that again, and I will kill you..." she said, her voice dropping to a freezing coldness.

"Let’s go... I don’t want to look at your ugly face anymore." The silent glared made Quinns body drenched with cold sweat...

’Fuck! So she knew that slip was intentional!’

She turned and began walking, not looking back. Quinn stood up, trying to recover from the slap...that was really hard hit!

’Bitch! You are nothing like my Lyra...’ he comforted himself.

’When I get the chance, I’m going to make you regret that slap....I will take that as an advanced payment...’

They walked in silence for several minutes through the corridors until they reached a heavy iron door.

"This is your new room, Rat," she said flatly. She turned on her heel and left, not caring about the slave’s anger, to her slaves were less than insects.

....

Quinn entered the room and was surprised. It was a decent improvement.

The walls were still cold stone, but the floor wasn’t soaked or smelly. It was significantly larger, giving him enough space to practice his movements and skills.

"Well... it’s better than the last shitty hole" he muttered, nodding.

The rations arrived shortly after, the same foul-smelling, paste like slop. But Quinn didn’t care. He knew he wouldn’t be going hungry tonight.

"Hehe... her work is almost over. I’m sure she’ll be here soon..."

Sure enough, five minutes passed, a rhythmic knock echoed against the door. No words were needed. Quinn stood up, a smirk playing on his lips, and followed the woman who truly held the keys to his survival.

Regardless of the what challenges they meet, as long Lyra is with him... everything will turned out to be good no matter what...