SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 35: Oops!

"Syril, what’s your ability?"

It was a harmless question, a question that should have been easy to answer under any circumstance, yet Syril felt his heart skipped a beat.

That one question. That one question he prayed Sherry shouldn’t ask. Yet, she had asked.

In truth, he expected this. He knew the woman was going to ask. Not after seeing him handle two grown men possessing lethal abilities with an ’ability’ she couldn’t identify.

Howbeit, it hurt that he wouldn’t be able to tell her the whole truth or the truth at all. He still had to keep his ability a secret.

He had prepared for this anyways. It was part of the plans.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Sherry spoke again.

"I’ve never seen anything like it." Sherry declared. "At first, I thought it was Superspeed, seeing you deal with that Wind user, but then I was surprised when I saw you snap that strong bone the idiot controlled. That’s like..." She chuckled unbelievably. "That’s like two abilities in one person. Super-strength and Superspeed."

If only she knew how close she was.

"But that’s impossible. No one has ever done that, but I can’t say I know all abilities out there. There are thousands or millions of abilities out there, and some are just outright crazy."

"So, what is it?" She asked again.

Syril was mute. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and that moment of silence had felt suffocating.

Sherry took her hands to his chest, absentmindedly tracing patterns through his wet shirt before saying: "Hmmm... I know it might be something personal. A powerful ability you don’t want to reveal?"

Syril nodded once, glad that things were taking a good turn.

"It’s a complicated ability, and I myself can’t put it out or make much sense of it," he added, mixing partial truth with a ’tiny’ lie.

It made sense that way. At least to himself.

In this world, there were millions of abilities, some not even known or registered. There were insane abilities, weak abilities, abilities that make other abilities worthless, abilities that were too weird to even name or call abilities.

Sherry couldn’t be surprised if Syril fell into the category of insane abilities. She might not know what his ability entails, but she knew it wasn’t a joke.

For a teen to incapacitate adults who had somewhat leveled up from amateur ability users, the ability wasn’t small by all means.

And abilities like they come, can be dangerous to reveal. So she accepted that Syril didn’t feel like revealing and didn’t bother pressing.

"You know... if you really want to become successful, you need to make the most of that ability. And that means getting into college. What are the plans?" Sherry asked seriously. She was slowly regaining her composure.

"I’m glad you asked. I was also going to tell you," Syril chuckled for some seconds, as if enabling dramatic effect. "I got admission into college."

"What? No way! You didn’t tell me... How... When? I mean..." Sherry shagged in his arms, her eyes dilating as she studied the facial expression of the young man.

"Yeah, I was going to tell you but ugh... we never really had chance to talk and yesterday was the day I was meant to say it, but... You know." His smiley expression never left, enjoying how puzzled the beautiful MILF looked.

She had unknowingly ruffled her towel and barely left her luscious boobs covered, the wool almost not wrapped around her.

Syril wasn’t done. He was about to reveal the biggest juice.

"I got admitted into Greenville."

Bam! The word ’Greenville’ seemed like a joke. She thought she didn’t hear right, her face twisting with confusion as she struggled to make sense of what she heard.

"Greenville?"

"Hm," Syril answered, smiling.

"But... I am... I-that’s... Whoa, I’m happy for you..." She stuttered, still somewhat confused. "Greenville... that’s a very big college. The biggest. I don’t mean to be off, but how?"

"I know," Syril was grinning from ear to ear now. "I met someone. The person has been really generous ever since I helped them."

"What?! Wow! So, that’s this mysterious friend who has been helping you?" Sherry asked amusingly now.

"Yeah."

"Look at you. All grown up. Even acting like a full adult. Tell me, did this friend also boost your confidence?" She started joking.

"Maybe. You want me to keep coming to your shop wailing and lamenting?" Syril teased back.

"No, silly. It’s just that you’ve changed. A lot. I almost couldn’t recognize you. Your character, your poise..." Her head was still on his chest. She was gesturing vaguely with her hands. "You know... you were so infuriated yesterday that I was scared you weren’t the one. But I found that cute, gentle boy in those black eyes."

"Oh, really? Is that all you noticed? Is that all you’ve been seeing?" Syril smirked, wrapping his arms tighter around her.

Sherry giggled and started dragging her right index finger on his body, tracing visible patterns through his wet shirt.

"Your body too. You look... so attractive now. You’ve been working out too?" She dragged her hands to his chest, seizing what appeared to be Syril’s toned pec.

A wave of burning red creeped to her cheeks and that was when she noticed.

She had been too comfy, happy to have released all of those bottled turmoil that she completely ’forgot’ who she was talking to.

When last had she held someone who she could trust with feelings this close?

When last had she been consoled?

When last did someone who wasn’t her daughter hold her so affectionately like nothing else mattered?

In that moment, she had been so relaxed that she didn’t realize she was talking to Syril, a teenager who was agemate with her daughter.

"Lord, that was inappropriate," she said, her face flustered with embarrassment and something she couldn’t admit.

"What’s inappropriate about that?" Syril questioned, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

*Charm activated.*

"I-I-I," she twisted uncomfortably now, stammering.

It was then she ’truly’ paid attention to his body.

She was already calm after her previous outburst and locked in to the warmth Syril created. Syril’s Charm then was able to work effectively in her mental condition, bypassing the usual defense that makes things arduous.

She suddenly realized the picture before her.

Her head was on his right pec, her right hand on his left pec, his shirt unbuttoned in the chest region, availing peeks into his toned, refined chest. His shirt was wet with her tears and water from the shower, highlighting his almost rock-hard abs.

She found more reason to be flustered.

"Oof! I also ruined your shirt," she said whilst wiggling, muttering "What’s wrong with me" before escaping his embrace.

When she finally wiggled free to maintain a semblance of herself, something else was also freed.

She didn’t notice how close to being bare she was when she was in his arms, didn’t know her towel was gradually loosening when she was twisting and shaking uncontrollably in his embrace.

And when she withdrew from the embrace, her towel fell off her body.

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Well, well, well... First of all, Happy New Month, fellas!

I did promise to mass release, and I needed y’all’s opinion, but unfortunately no one spoke. I contacted an editor and I had to reduce just so I won’t wear myself out and still satisfy y’all.

So instead of 32, we’ll be doing 22. I’m releasing 2 now, and will release the remaining soon. Stay with me as I try to sort everything out.

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