My Milf System-Chapter 208. Supplier

Sharon leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief. "Wanna know how my day went? Well, brace yourself... I spent the whole day with Four Eyes."

Asher raised an eyebrow. "Adrian?"

She nodded with a grin. "Yep! We met at a restaurant, and get this—people actually thought we were a couple! Can you believe that?" She laughed, then her tone shifted slightly. "After lunch, we took a stroll through the park. That’s when those bitches l hate so much showed up..."

Asher groaned. "Don’t tell me—Brittany and her lackeys?"

Sharon’s eyes narrowed. "Ugh, yes. The Mean Girl Trinity. But don’t worry, I wasn’t intimidated. I was walking right next to one of the top three strongest first-years! Adrian stood tall and told them he’d summon his smoke monster to rip them apart if they tried anything. You should’ve seen their faces!" She burst into giggles, covering her mouth with both hands.

Asher growled. "Smoke monster? Since when did Four Eyes start acting like a big shot?"

By smoke monster, he must’ve meant Tama...

Sharon laughed even harder. "Well, I did also mention my scary brother who singlehandedly kicked Lorraine’s overconfident ass. That really sent them running. When Brittany yelled for them to attack, her goons looked like terrified deer and bolted. I swear, it was golden!"

Asher sighed, rubbing his temples. "Glad you had fun. " He got up. "I’m beat. I need to get a rest."

Before he could walk off, his mother gently grabbed his wrist. "Sweetie, you must’ve pushed yourself too hard. Want me to massage your shoulders?"

He shook his head. "No thanks, I’m fine."

"At least eat something," she offered with concern.

"I’m not hungry." He slipped his hand free. "Good night."

Just as he was about to enter his room, her voice called after him, "By the way, the Guildmaster and her daughter came looking for you earlier! You’re not in trouble again, are you?"

He paused.

Liloth came?

He sighed internally. She probably came for sex. This wasn’t new. He knows how women usually get obsessed after one night with him.

"Thanks for letting me know, Mom!" he called back, and entered his room, throwing himself onto the bed.

But sleep didn’t come easy. His thoughts drifted back to Ivy.

He has a collection of Milfs practically at his beck and call—but losing her? That stung. He didn’t realize it could feel like this. But he’d heal. He always did. He’d been through worse.

He closed his eyes. And then they snapped open again.

Wait... Liloth was with Lorraine?

That didn’t add up. She wouldn’t risk her daughter seeing any... entanglement between them. That meant she wasn’t here for sex. She wouldn’t risk it—not with Lorraine there.

A pit formed in his stomach.

Dammit. I let my anger cloud my judgment.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Hopefully, nothing’s wrong.

**

The Next Morning

Tomorrow came along with Asher’s personal human alarm clock: Sharon.

With the energy of a caffeine-addicted squirrel, she launched herself onto his bed. Asher groaned, pinned under blankets and sister, her mischievous eyes staring him down like a predator.

"Finally awake, sleepyhead!" she chirped, lightly slapping his cheeks.

Asher growled. "Do you have to break into my room every morning?!"

She giggled, cupping her cheeks in mock awe. "I can’t help it. You look so adorable when you’re asleep."

He groaned again and shoved her off the bed. She toppled to the floor with a yelp, skirt flipping up and revealing panties with three tiny bear faces staring up at the ceiling.

"Brother dearest!" she whined, lips pouted. "You’re so mean to me!"

Asher ignored her drama and dragged himself to the bathroom. He heated the water with a flick of magic, bathed quickly, and got dressed. After tossing Sharon out of his room, he suited up in his uniform and told his mom he was heading out.

"Breakfast?" she asked, brows knitted.

"I’ll grab something at the market," he lied. Truth was, he didn’t feel like eating.

Sharon wolfed down her food and skipped after him, quickly picking up on his gloomy mood.

"You okay?" she asked.

"I’m fine."

"You look like crap."

"Appreciate the observation," he muttered. "Go on without me. There’s something l want to do."

Then without warning, he took off sprinting, leaving her behind.

He ran hard—part of his training, but also out of urgency.

First stop: Clara’s place.

He knocked on the door just as she stepped out of the shower, answering, her body covered only in a towel, steam still rolling off her skin.

"Asher?" she blinked.

He dropped 20 blue slime dildos and 10 green ones from his item box to the floor without a word

"Blue ones go for three gold each. Greens are five. If customers want more, direct them to my shop—Stick & Lick Enterprises."

Clara’s eyes widened, jaw slightly open at the collection on the floor. She’d never seen that many artificial penises before.

"Babe? Who’s at the door?" a man’s voice called from inside.

She flinched. "No one you need to worry about!" she shouted over her shoulder.

Asher raised an eyebrow. "Boyfriend?"

She nodded sheepishly.

"Right. Well... good luck." He took off again.

He dashed into his shop where Banji and Kelly were already sweeping. After a round of hugs, he handed them the products, explained their pricing and features, and even gave them one each for personal testing.

Then he took off again, his throat dry and sweat soaking through his shirt. When he finally reached class, Madam Sarah was mid-lecture.

He slipped into his seat beside Anna, who didn’t say a word—just quietly wiped his sweaty forehead with her handkerchief and handed him a bottle of water from her bag.

He drank it gratefully, then scanned the room.

Lorraine... wasn’t there.

His heart jumped.

His chair screeched loudly as he stood. "Where’s Lorraine Alvado?!"

The class froze. Eyes widened.

"Asher Reynolds," Madam Sarah said sternly. "I’m in the middle of—"

"Has anyone seen Lorraine?!" he practically shouted.

Whispers filled the room. No one answered.

His chest tightened. His thoughts raced.

Liloth was investigating the Duke. A man who is still a mystery. If Lorraine didn’t come to class today, does that mean they got in trouble with the Duke?

He clenched his fists.

TBC