Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 135: A Harem Overlord’s Will (1)

It didn’t take much after that.

Steve and Tonya journeyed through the forest, quiet but determined. Though some time had passed since he’d walked this path, Steve had no trouble retracing his steps.

The trees, the broken twigs, the subtle prints in the soft earth—it all guided him back like echoes from earlier hours.

The sun sank slowly beneath the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and lavender.

The forest changed with the fading light, growing cooler, quieter. As the hours crept by, night fell at last, shadows stretching long between the trees. Still, they moved forward.

Eventually—finally—they reached the place.

The clearing where Steve had first found her.

Sarah.

And there she still was.

Curled at the base of the same tree, her body slumped, her breath shallow. Her face was pale and smeared with dirt, her limbs bruised and still. But she was alive. Somehow, she had held on.

Steve exhaled in relief. Without hesitation, he and Tonya rushed to her side.

Tonya uncorked the healing potion, lifting Sarah’s head gently and letting a few drops pass her lips. The moment the potion touched her tongue, her body trembled faintly—then calmed.

Her eyes fluttered open. Her wounds vanished, bruises fading into smooth skin. The shallow rise and fall of her chest deepened and in a few moments, life returned to her face.

Gasp!

"What the hell..." Sarah rasped, blinking. She licked her lips, grimacing.

"What did you just give me?"

Steve crouched beside her, eyes scanning her face to confirm what he already knew. She was healed.

"Umm...a potion...I’ll explain everything later." he murmured, his voice tight with urgency.

"Right now, we still have somewhere to be. There are others who need our help."

Sarah squinted at him, her mind still catching up. "What are you talking about?"

So Steve told her.

Quickly, but clearly.

About the others. About the danger. About the cave.

She listened, confusion still lingering in her gaze—but she didn’t argue. In the end, she nodded, slowly pushing herself to her feet.

And just like that, the three of them pressed on—Steve, Tonya, and Sarah—deeper into the darkened woods.

The crescent moon was rising above them, slivers of pale silver gleaming through breaks in the canopy. The forest was quieter now, like it was holding its breath.

Time passed.

And then, at last, they reached it—the cave.

Where he had left Ser Ira and Yonah.

As they approached, the scene gradually came into view.

Fiona was there.

She sat alone on one of the stone slabs near the mouth of the cave, her sword resting in her lap. Her head was bowed slightly, strands of hair hiding her expression. But the moment she heard their footsteps, she looked up.

Her eyes narrowed. Instinctively, her hand reached for the hilt of her blade. She stood, posture guarded, prepared to strike if need be.

Then she saw him.

Steve.

Recognition swept across her face. Her grip on the blade loosened. Her stance eased. A soft, stunned smile replaced the tension in her features.

"Steveian..." she breathed, the name like a whisper of relief.

Steve’s steps faltered.

That expression—he hadn’t seen it in what felt like forever. It pierced through the exhaustion and the worry that weighed on him.

But he didn’t let himself linger.

His hand went to his belt. Without delay, he pulled out the final healing potion. He turned toward Tonya and tossed it to her.

She caught it, startled.

He pointed past her, toward the cave. "There’s someone inside. A magic guard. She was barely hanging on when I left. You need to give her the potion—however much she needs."

Tonya hesitated, looking from the bottle to Steve’s face, reading the urgency in his eyes. She gave a faint nod, gripping the potion tightly, then turned and darted toward the cave’s entrance without another word.

Meanwhile, Fiona had already closed the distance between them.

Without hesitation, she threw her arms around Steve, drawing him into a tight embrace.

And for a moment, just a brief moment, everything else faded.

Upon making contact, she pressed herself against him, her soft, supple breasts molding into Steve’s chest. He could feel the warmth of her body, the delicate rise of her nipples brushing through the thin fabric between them. His breath hitched slightly as his hand slid down, fingers tightening around the generous curve of her ass, pulling her closer into him.

Sarah stepped back, her expression unreadable, and somewhere to the side, Tonya moved away, uninterested or simply giving space. But then Fiona stepped forward.

"Stevian... you were gone for so long...I was worried. " she said, her voice a soft murmur, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. Her eyes held a tender glimmer, lips parted like she wanted to say more but hesitated.

Steve looked down at her, a slow grin curving across his face. Her presence, the heat in her voice, the blush on her face—it all stirred something primal in him.

’Having a harem really isn’t so bad.’ he thought, his gaze trailing over Fiona’s curves.

’Just a little longer, and I’ll get Maggie back. Then I can focus on what matters next.’

His hand found its way to Fiona’s round, full ass, fingers sinking into the plush flesh.

Tonya had already moved. She stepped into a quiet space and entered the cave, her eyes flickering side to side as she scanned the interior. The air was damp and cold, echoing the silence. Her gaze landed on the magic guard lying sprawled across the rocky floor.

Ser Ira.

Heavily bruised. Her body was motionless, save for the soft, ragged rise of her chest. Tonya’s breath caught in her throat at the sight. She took a sharp gasp before quickly reaching into her pack, retrieving a healing potion—now nearly empty.

She hesitated, her fingers gripping the small vial. Only a little left... But she didn’t wait long. Gently, she helped open Ser Ira’s mouth and began to pour what was left of the potion between her lips.

"Bitter..." Ser Ira muttered weakly, her voice so faint Tonya couldn’t hear it.

Tonya kept pouring.

Suddenly, Ser Ira’s body jerked. A soft groan escaped her lips as her limbs trembled, her fingers twitching erratically. Tonya watched in stunned silence as the bruises and gashes began to fade, her wounds knitting back together as though time were reversing.

Just like Steve.

A loud gasp tore through the cave as Ser Ira snapped forward, coughing violently. She clutched her chest, her body shaking as she fought for air. Her eyes widened.

’I’ve done that before...’

She blinked through the haze, looking up at Tonya, dazed. For a long moment, she didn’t speak. Then she looked down at her own hand, whispering softly.

"I... I’m healed?"

"That’s good," Tonya said, gently tapping Ser Ira’s shoulder.

"I thought something might’ve been wrong with the potion. Or with you."

Ser Ira blinked, turning her gaze toward Tonya’s uniform.

’She’s... a magic guard too?’ she realized.

’A healing potion was used on me...’

She looked down at her hand again, flexing her fingers slightly. Testing the movement. Feeling life return to her limbs.

’So... the boy found his mother...?’

Grunting softly, she rose to her feet.

"Hey! You shouldn’t be moving just yet," Tonya said quickly.

But Ser Ira was already on her feet, grabbing her sword with a wince. She groaned quietly but pressed forward, stepping out of the cave.

Outside, her gaze swept across the clearing.

Sarah stood awkwardly, her arms crossed. Fiona was still clinging tightly to Steve, hugging him like she hadn’t seen him in years. Ser Ira’s eyes flickered, scanning the area.

No sign of the mother.

’Then how... how did I get healed?’

"Where’s your mother?" Ser Ira muttered, her voice low and sharp.

Steve turned, Fiona pausing as she looked too. Every eye shifted to Ser Ira as she took a slow step forward, her sword still clutched in one hand.

A thick silence filled the air.

"You left earlier.... I assumed it was to find your mother. So where is she?"

Steve shifted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Umm... I didn’t have much luck in that. But I did manage to get a healing potion. So that helped secure your life. Well... a healing potion and some comrades." He gestured lightly toward Sarah with a smile, trying to sound like he’d done something worthy of praise.

Ser Ira stared at him.

She narrowed her eyes from the side.

’A healing potion? How the hell did he manage that?’ she thought.

’ Those require an incredibly rare magical talent. I thought he was an offensive type... So how would he even know how to make healing spells? No...That doesn’t matter now...’

She raised a hand to her forehead, rubbing it gently.

’There’s too much going on in my head right now...’

She let out a groan, turning her eyes to Steve.

"Sigh... All right. All right then. We have to proceed forward anyway."

Steve frowned.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean we have to get out of here pretty soon. Have you forgotten about the goblins already? They’re all around us. We need to find whatever created the shield covering this town—and flee. If we’re going to make it out, that should be our priority."

"No." Steve muttered, his eyes darkening.

"Our priority is finding Maggie. Isn’t that the entire reason we’ve been pushing forward?"

He pointed at her.

"You were the one who convinced me to do this."

"Yes, I know," Ser Ira said calmly. "But that was only because I was injured. Our chances of surviving without me were drastically low. Now that I’m healed, we—"

"No." Steve cut through sharply.

He stepped forward, his eyes filled with determination as he stared at her, unblinking.

Ser Ira paused. Her fingers had been rubbing her temple again, but now they stopped. She slowly lifted her gaze.

"Huh...? I don’t think you understand. I’m the superior here. So... whatever I say, we do. That’s what it means to be a magic guard. You obey your superiors."

Steve didn’t blink.

"Yes... but not in this scenario. It’s my mother we’re talking about."

He clenched his fists.

’My MILF mother...’

"My mother," he muttered again, firmer this time.

"I’m not going to leave her out there."

Ser Ira stared at him.

"Huh?" she said again, her voice low and tight.

"That would be insubordination."

She stepped forward, wrapping her hand around the hilt of her sword, eyes locking onto his with a sudden, cold intensity.

"Are you really intent on going against a superior’s orders?"

The air grew thick.

Steve could feel it. The tension. The silence.

But he didn’t flinch. Rather, he fastened his silence as he muttered.

"Yes...I am."

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