A system appeared right in front of his face, shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow!!!

[Unsatisfied MILF Detected]

Ting... ting... ting...

[MILF System Activated...]

Host: Quinn Cole

Age: 19 years old

Race: Human

Rank: Tier 1 - Novice (Low-tier human)

Attributes:

Strength: 10

Agility: 8

Endurance: 12

Mana: 12

Non-distributed points: 0

Skills: None

Exclusive Skills:

Squirting Touch– [Rank S]

Infinite Endurance – [Rank SS]

Monstrous Cock! – [Rank ???]

Inventory: [Locked]

Shop: [Locked]

"Holy shit..." Quinn whispered, his voice barely a breath.

The shock was so profound that he almost stumbled.

"It’s real! The system is actually real! I didn’t just transmigrate into a death trap...I transmigrated with a freaking cheat!" He celebrated internally.

Quinn’s heart hammering against his chest, but he maintained his composure . He couldn’t afford to look like anything other than a broken slave.

He focused his mind on the skills, finding the interface intuitive. The descriptions were blunt and left nothing to the imagination.

Squirting Touch- (Rank S): Upon physical contact with a MILF, the target will experience an overwhelming surge of internal heat and involuntarily release love juices. This skill induces an insatiable hunger for the Host’s touch. The more unsatisfied the MILF, the easier they are to conquer.

Note: If the Host’s rank is significantly lower than the target’s, the conquest may require multiple applications or extended contact.

Mana Consumption: None.

"Woah..." Quinn’s lips curled into a predatory smirk.

’A Squirting Touch? Just by laying a finger on those starved women, I can turn them into puddles? That is definitely OP!!!’ He felt a surge of confidence.

In a world where he was a slave, this was more than a skill and a weapon of mass seduction!!

He moved his gaze to the next exclusive skill.

Infinite Endurance - (Rank SS): While engaged in sexual intercourse with a MILF, the Host will experience zero fatigue. You can fuck a MILF until she is completely addicted and incapable of living without the ’forbidden fruit.’!!!

Mana Consumption: None.

This one was straightforward. It meant he was a literal breeding machine!!

Back in his old life...when Quinn was still in Earth, he’d prided himself on his eight-hour marathons, but this was on a different level!!!

This was supernatural and would never tire, never flag, and never stop until his prize was claimed!

Finally, he looked at the skill with the mysterious rank.

Monstrous Cock! (Rank ???): This is a Golden Cock, the King of Dicks. By successfully fucking a MILF, the Host will gain permanent attribute increases and power. The legendary size and potency of this cock is godly!!.

Mana Consumption: None

The description was vague compared to the others, but the implication was clear, his path to power was through the fucking!

He wasn’t going to get stronger by lifting rocks or swinging a dull sword; he was going to get stronger by conquering women! Especially those big tits and ass Milfs!!

"I won’t truly know how it works until I test it," Quinn mused.

He turned his attention toward the heavy iron doors of the weaponry, but his gaze was immediately arrested by the guard stationed there.

[MILF Detected!]

Name:Lyra Baneford

Age:33 years old

Human:Human

Rank:Tier 3 - Elite (Low-level human)

Strength: 59

Agility: 53

Endurance: 48

Mana: 50

Skills: [Not Visible – Host’s rank is too low]

[Unsatisfied Level: 99%]

Note: This MILF is desperate to taste a true cock. Her husband possesses a meager two-inch fully erect penis!!

Quinn nearly choked on his own saliva!

’ Is that system teasing me?! What the heck is that note!!’ He was literally shocked to see additional note! But he decided to set aside that matter for now...

Quinn looked at Lyra. She stood 5’7" with a cascade of raven-black hair falling down her back. Her figure was a masterpiece of curves, a voluptuous, hourglass frame that seemed to strain against the seams of her tight, sleek black guard uniform.

Her breasts were perfectly rounded, and her hips were wide enough to drive a man insane.

She was ethereal, far surpassing the god tier women he had known on Earth.

However, she was also dangerous. Two sharp swords were strapped to her waist, and her eyes were cold, as ice...

Ting!

MILF Quest: Make this MILF squirt before tomorrow! Or else you will surely die!

Reward: Shop points and Skill Book (Tier 1)

Failure:Death!

The blood drained from Quinn’s face. The system wasn’t joking. If he didn’t complete this quest, his life would end in the pits tomorrow!!

He was only a Tier 1 Novice, he didn’t stand a chance in the arena unless he leveled up fast but! Easy said than done!

’How, am I supposed to make her squirt?’ Quinn thought...even approaching her is bad enough, not to mention touching her peaches!!!

He looked at Lyra again. She was a Tier 3 Elite.

If he approached her normally, she’d likely kill him for his insolence.

He had to be clever, like some kind of master thief...he had to use the one thing he had the Squirting Touch.

Quinn began to walk toward the weaponry, keeping his head low and his gait unsteady.

As he reached her side, he timed his move perfectly. He pretended his legs gave out from exhaustion, buckling forward.

As he fell, he reached out, his hand grazing her thigh and the side of her calf through her thin, form-fitting leggings.

It was a mere gamble. Would the skill work through fabric?

"Rat! You dare touch me?!" Lyra’s voice cracked like a whip.

Before Quinn could even react, a leather-booted foot slammed into his chest. The force was immense...a Tier 3 Elite’s strength was no joke. He was sent flying backward, his body skidding several meters across the stone floor.

"So-sorry..." Quinn wheezed, curling into a ball and acting like a terrified, pathetic sheep. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"I... I didn’t mean to... my legs... they just gave out..."

Lyra stood over him, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. Her face was a mask of disgust.

"Hmph! Stupid rat. If you ever touch me again, I will decapitate you myself, remember that. Now get in there and find your gear. I don’t want to see your disgusting face for a second longer..." the Milf said with her ice cold expression...

Quinn kept his head down, appearing broken and defeated.

But deep inside, he was grinning. The moment his hand had brushed her leg, he had screamed to activate the skill in his mind, Squirting Touch!