Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 230: It’s The Predator

"You’re not even a virgin."

Isabella frowned.

"Who says I’m not?"

A brief silence settled in.

"Hmm, good to know..."

"Just get out! This kind of thing is none of your business!"

She splashed a little water in his direction out of frustration.

He sighed lightly, then turned toward the door.

"Anyway, you have 2 minutes to get dressed, we’ll meet in the corridor..."

He finally left, closing the door behind him.

In the room, Isabella remained motionless for a few seconds, her heart beating faster than necessary.

"What a pervert..." she murmured.

However, despite the apparent anger, another emotion lingered.

She caught herself smiling slightly.

Then she shook her head.

"Two minutes? Who does he think he is... I need more than an hour to get ready!"

She quickly got out of the bath, grabbed a towel, and began dressing efficiently. She was quite happy; after all, it had been some time since she had been outside.

...

Isabella had a slender figure and convincing assets that turned heads.

Her flaming red hair cascaded down her back, waving with every movement. Her amber eyes sparkled with a mischievous and insolent gleam, framed by long lashes. At one meter seventy, her silhouette had a fragile appearance that contrasted with wide hips... Her breasts were small but firm, and her ass... round, plump, lifted like a permanent invitation for a juicy slap...

That evening, she had chosen a small blood-red dress, short, form-fitting, with a square neckline that highlighted the delicate curve of her chest and allowed a glimpse of the satin valley between her breasts with every slightly quicker breath.

The crimson fabric clung to her hips like a second skin, stopping mid-thigh, so that the slightest step made the hem ride up and revealed the milky skin of her model-like legs... Her lips, painted the same deep red, were plump and slightly parted. She had all the appearance of a young girl preparing for a romantic date... except that was not the case.

Kaiser looked her up and down, eyebrows furrowed.

"Why are you dressed like that? We’re not going on a date, I remind you. But this..."

He handed her a dark hooded cloak, ample, designed to conceal her identity.

Isabella raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile at the corner of her lips.

"Who wanted to go on a date with an old man?"

She took the cloak with her fingertips, let it slide slowly down her arm, then draped it over her shoulders without really putting it on. The dark fabric contrasted with the fiery red of her dress, and when she moved, the cloak opened just enough to reveal the curve of her hips and the insolent swell of her ass molded in the taut fabric.

"And who says I’m old?" he retorted, a bit annoyed. "Plenty of girls would die to be in my company..."

Isabella rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah..."

She turned slightly to adjust the collar of the cloak, a movement that made the dress ride up her thighs and, for a second, revealed the start of a round, firm buttock, the pale skin illuminated by the orangey glow of the surrounding torches.

She walked past him, hips swaying with that nonchalance that made her ass roll under the red dress like a promise she had no intention of keeping... for now.

Kaiser shook his head, holding back from giving her a good spanking...

The Predator walked beside her, then simply snapped his fingers, and a shadow portal opened at their feet, devouring the ambient light. Isabella, although surprised, let it happen, her eyes reflecting a gleam of curiosity mixed with apprehension.

’Thanks, Ragnar, for this aura farming boost.’ He thanked him silently in his heart. At that moment, he felt like a certain Korean manhwa protagonist who had become top 1 in aura farming thanks to his loyal shadows.

Fortunately Ragnar was there to save the day, avoiding an awkward trip...

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"As a naive noble lady... I’m going to show you real life."

...

A slight distortion split the air.

Then two silhouettes appeared in the middle of a ruined street.

The buildings around them were partially collapsed. Some facades still stood thanks to temporary wooden reinforcements. Debris and monster corpses littered the ground, mixed with still-visible traces of battle.

Isabella was hooded. Her face was hidden under a simple mask. She observed the surroundings carefully.

"What city is this?"

"The Valerius duchy." The Predator replied calmly.

She froze.

"How is that possible?"

Her voice showed her incredulity.

The Valerius duchy was supposed to be one of the most prosperous territories in the Empire. Yet what she saw did not look like a flourishing province, but a zone struck by an invasion.

Monster corpses were piled farther away, in the process of being incinerated. Knights carried still-smoking carcasses. Civilians cleaned the streets, swept away rubble, straightened beams.

The activity was intense.

However, despite the destruction, there was no chaos that was supposed to follow a catastrophe.

Upon seeing The Predator advance down the main street, several gazes turned toward him.

A little boy about five years old suddenly broke away from the group near a collapsed building and ran toward him.

"Hey! It’s The Predator!"

Isabella had an immediate reflex; she was afraid for The Predator. She reached out to hold the child back.

"Don’t stay there! Wait—"

But she was surprised to see the boy continue without hesitation, his face lit up.

He had no fear at all.

He reached Kaiser and hugged his leg without any restraint.

The Predator lowered his eyes, then crouched slightly and patted his head.

"Where are your parents, little one?"

"They’re over there!" the boy replied, pointing to a group of civilians. "Thanks to you we survived! And the knights arrived in time here and are helping us clean the neighborhood! Even if my big brother got hurt in the leg..."

The tone remained joyful despite the mention of the injury.

Kaiser nodded.

"Good..."

He took out a gold coin and placed it in the boy’s hand.

"Here, this is for you."

The child’s eyes widened.

"Really?!"

"Use it to help your family."

A woman who had shouted earlier to call her child approached, bowing slightly.

"Thank you... thank you for everything, Lord Predator."

Isabella remained silent.

The commoners did not avert their gazes in fear.

On the contrary, some bowed their heads with respect. Others greeted him openly.