My Milf System-Chapter 238 - 246. He’s a man

The night grew longer.

Though this was supposed to be Asher’s last day in the mansion, he couldn’t help but spend one more night.

And he spent it taming milfs. Thirteen of them. Only one him.

When morning finally came, he awoke in a room far more lavish than any he’d used before. The curtains were velvet red, the chandelier above his head glittered with embedded mana crystals, and the bed beneath him was impossibly soft. This was Valerie’s original room, the one that had once been taken over by Veyna.

Beside him, tangled in silken sheets, lay Valerie. Her hair was a tousled halo, her naked body curved perfectly around his. One arm was slung lazily across his chest, her leg draped over his. She was still sleeping, soft snores leaving her lips, her body flushed and warm from their long, primal night.

He gazed at her proudly.

His new waifu.

A woman who had once been sick, dying, even from an STI. Now radiant, healthy, and well... all because of him.

And loyal. She wasn’t just another milf added to his growing collection. She was a public figure. Rich, beautiful, talented.

He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her lips. She stirred, stretching like a spoiled cat, her breasts pressing gently into his side.

"Mmm... sorry," he murmured. "Didn’t mean to wake you."

A sleepy smile spread across her lips. "It’s okay... I had the best sleep I’ve had in years." She nuzzled closer. "I wish I could sleep with you like this forever."

He gently stroked her hair, fingers brushing through the tangles of their shared passion.

"You will. Once I build my harem town."

She frowned playfully. "But there’ll be other women... I won’t get this much time with you anymore!"

He chuckled low. "Each woman will have her own house. I’ll visit. Take turns. You? You’ll be one of the few who gets the most time. Special treatment."

That made her smirk. "How many special ones so far?"

Asher began counting on his fingers. "Rin. Rose. Tama. Kelly. Clara... and my betrothed, Anna. Though Anna still believes she’s the only one. Poor thing. I haven’t had the heart to break it to her."

The truth was darker than he let on. Anna wasn’t just innocent—she was dangerous. Her emotions, if shattered, could wake the sleeping demon resting within her. And if that happened... not even he could predict the consequences. That’s why he hadn’t told her she’s not the only woman in his life. At least not until he finds a way to drag Draegonoth out of her body.

And then... there was Sharon.

He knew she was special to him, too.

But he didn’t know if she belonged in his harem or if she’d even accept such a place. After all, what will the world say? She’s her older sister.

Best leave it to fate.

"So, I’m number seven, huh?" Valerie asked. "Doesn’t sound so bad."

Asher chuckled and sat up, stretching as he climbed off the bed, his limp cock swinging freely.

"I think we should get ready. You’re introducing me to the royals today, remember? For the platinum coins."

"Right!!" she nodded brightly, climbing off the bed too. "Let’s take a shower."

She led the way, her hips swaying with every step, and Asher followed, admiring the hypnotic bounce of her cheeks as they disappeared into the steam.

**

Three hours later...

A pristine chariot cut through the well-paved road toward the Kingdom of Zephandria. Horses adorned in silver-plated armor trotted gracefully as nobles and commoners alike moved aside in reverence.

Inside it, Asher sat beside Valerie, both freshly bathed and dressed for nobility. She wore a dazzling balloon dress of white and lilac while Asher was in a golden blazer and crisp black trousers—polished to aristocratic shine.

He had left Rin back at the estate to look after Tama. The estate was his now, after all—he could do whatever he wanted with it. Though Tama had recovered enough to walk on her own, she still needed someone close by.

The rest of the maids were already tamed, so there was no worry of betrayal. The only concern could’ve been the male guards, but in this matriarchal world, where women reigned in strength and prestige, no male dared cross the line. So there was no real threat there.

Two more hours passed in the chariot, and they finally arrived at Zephandria. The last time Asher had been here, he was just passing through—on his way to Felmora, the land of the catgirls. He hadn’t bothered to look around back then.

But this time, with Valerie beside him, he was being introduced to the finer things.

The chariot veered through a massive estate lined with perfectly trimmed trees bearing grapes and tbis world’s fruits. Workers moved across green lawns, watering and tending to the grounds.

The chariot came to a stop in front of a pristine, high mansion-like building that radiated noble class.

Two female guards approached. One helped Valerie out with a respectful touch—her white gloves matched her balloon-shaped white dress. The other tried to help Asher from the other side, but he waved her off and stepped down himself.

They wasted no time and headed inside.

Inside, the palace shimmered in golden light. Crimson carpets stretched long under their feet, lined with armored guards. When they entered the grand hall, confetti burst overhead, champagne was sprayed, and clapping erupted.

A long banquet table stood ahead, filled with dignitaries—women in elegant gowns, only a few men sprinkled among them. The woman at the head—who Asher assumed was the king—stood and clapped.

"Welcome, Lady Valerie," she said.

Asher had heard that unlike Eldoria ruled by the Priestess, then the Duke, Zephandria was ruled by a king, but it was just a woman who chose not to be called queen. Though by the way she looked, elegant but buff, with spikey blonde hair like a female version of Bakugo from MHA, and shark-like teeth, the title King really fit her well.

There were only three men at the table and about eleven women. One of the men looked oddly familiar to Asher.

Valerie bowed, flashing her dazzling white teeth. "Thank you, everyone."

They were led to their seats. The King leaned forward. "When I heard you were coming, I didn’t expect you to look this alive. It’s been, what, five months?"

"Six months, two weeks," Valerie replied smoothly.

The King chuckled. "Sharp as ever."

Eyes lingered on Valerie with warm, affectionate smiles. Asher couldn’t help but wonder—was it her Gift of Allure that made people like her this much? Or did they genuinely adore her?

The kinda familiar man seated near the King stood, whispered something to her. She nodded. He returned to his seat, but not before licking his lips as his gaze locked on Valerie.

"We’ve missed you, Val," the King said. "Your art still graces these walls."

Asher glanced around. Sure enough, canvases bearing her signature style were proudly displayed.

"When you fell ill, we couldn’t even purchase your work. No one was allowed to. Max here," she gestured to the man, "was especially worried."

Valerie smiled sweetly. "Aw, Max... that’s kind of you. But I’m fine now. No need to fret."

Max grinned. "And you still look as beautiful as ever."

"Stop flattering me," Valerie laughed.

Asher stayed quiet. No one acknowledged him. They all acted like he wasn’t even there. Just some boy beside the real star.

Then the king spoke up, serious now. "So, let’s get to business, shall we? Before we talk about the Platinum coins, my son here is still waiting for your response about the marriage proposal, Valerie. Now that you’ve recovered, surely we can begin marriage rituals—"

"I’m sorry," Valerie cut in, voice calm but firm. "I’m taken."

The room fell into stunned silence.

"Taken?" Max barked. "By who? You’ve been sick!"

Valerie turned, her gaze landing softly on Asher.

"This man has claimed me," she said. "I’m afraid I must turn down your proposal."

The King stood, disbelief on her face. "Him? That boy?"

"He’s not a boy," Valerie said. "He’s a man."

The King scoffed. "You turned down a Prince for what, exactly? What does he do?"

"He’s a student. At the academy."

Gasps and laughter rippled through the room. Max’s face contorted.

"You’re mine, Valerie!" he bellowed, slamming the table. "I’m everything you want! The looks! The charm—"

"Do you have an eleven-inch manhood?" she interrupted.

Max choked. The room went dead silent.

Then—

"Young Master!" A maid burst in, bowing. "There’s a woman here to see you!"

Max clenched his fists, red with rage and humiliation.

He couldn’t believe this. He’d proposed before Valerie got sick. But once she did, he gave up. Now seeing her like this—he wanted her again.

But she was claimed? By a student?

And now there was a woman looking for him? He gritted his teeth, wondering who could show up at a terrible time like this.

Asher just smiled to himself. He didn’t need to say a word. Not yet.

Because he knew if he did speak, if he stood up and claimed his place—he could break Zephandria Kingdom in half.

And maybe... he just might.

TBC

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