My Milf System

I wasn’t prepared for this, but there was no turning back now.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward as the cat girl grabbed my hand, leading me to a mattress.

My opponent was a cat man—strong, older, and clearly confident. He smirked at me, probably thinking he had already won. Maybe it was because I looked like an inexperienced teenager.

Big mistake.

I wasn’t about to lose. Not in a blowjob competition. Not me. Not ever.

I lay back comfortably on the mattress staring up at the sky. The cat girl knelt before me, sliding my trousers down—

THWACK!

My rock-hard rode sprang free, standing tall.

The crowd gave me a stunned silence.

Then—

"Oh... SHIT! Looks like the kid’s packing a massive shaft, ladies and gentlemen! This is about to be the competition of the YEAR!"

"YEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

The crowd went absolutely wild. Even the girl who was supposed to service me froze, eyes wide in shock. She clearly hadn’t expected someone my age to be carrying this kind of heavy artillery.

But what can I say? It was a gift from the being that reincarnated me.

I glanced at my opponent. That smug, condescending smirk? Gone. His face had gone noticeably pale.

He knew.

He was in trouble.

"Will our expert be able to fit all that in her mouth, dear spectators?! Let’s watch and find out! LET THE MATCH... BEGIN!!!"

The cat girl finally snapped out of her trance, licking her lips as she looked up at me.

Then, she smirked.

"I wasn’t expecting this.... I’m getting excited." She muttered, her mouth drooling with saliva.

Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she lowered herself down—

Then took me in.

I jerked a little feeling her warm lips on my dick. She took in at least a quarter of it, not like she was in her limit, but because she had other plans in mind.

She flickered her soft tongue against the sensitive head of my dick, running it in circles along it as if it were a lollipop.

As if that wasn’t enough to drive me close to orgasm, she grabbed the remaining half of my dick with both her hands and began stroking gently, using the saliva dripping from her mouth to lubricate them so they’d move much gently on my dick

At one time, she took it all deeper into her throat before pulling back, her tongue still working its magic, her hands just as relentless.

It felt like I was in a battle—one where every move sent waves of overwhelming sensation through me. And in this fight, I was losing.

Really losing.

I glanced to the side at my competitor and saw him smirking. That’s when I realized something—the girl with him wasn’t even trying.

She barely made an effort, moving at a sluggish pace, offering almost no real stimulation.

So this was their plan, huh?

They gave me an expert, someone trained to push me over the edge as fast as possible, ensuring the cat-man’s victory.

Not exactly a fair game.

And it was especially unfair because I was already at my limit, struggling to hold back.

This cat-girl acted like she was born to give blowjobs. It was a battle I wasn’t prepared for.

But I wasn’t going down that easily.

I had knowledge—experience from my past life as a doctor.

The body’s reactions, pleasure, control—it all tied back to the mind and heartbeat. And if I could control that... I might just stand a chance.

I slowed my breathing, taking deep, measured breaths as I tried to clear my mind of the overwhelming pleasure.

I attempted to meditate, to think about anything else.

But this girl’s professional tongue game had a way of breaking my focus, yanking me back to reality.

I had only a couple of techniques left to try. First—the Kegel muscles. The ones men use to stop their stream while peeing. I clenched them tightly, determined to hold back the inevitable. It bought me only a few seconds.

The last resort was pain.

I bit my tongue just enough to distract myself and it actually worked.

"WOW! Ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer’s voice rang through the mic. "This is the longest a visitor has ever lasted in the blowjob competition without reaching their limit! This kid’s got some serious skills!"

"I’m betting on the kid—200 gold coins!"

"500 on him!"

"No, l bet the cat-man will win!"

"Put money!"

The spectators roared from the sidelines, eager to place their wagers after witnessing my resolve.

"Come on, cat-girl! Do it like you mean it!" they shouted at the competitor’s partner.

"We’ve bet a lot of money on this!"

That’s when the girl went all in, her determination evident as she took the entirety of my competitors small dick into her mouth, giving him a proper blowjob this time.

I guess she didn’t want to disappoint the VIPs who had began waging lots of money on me.

Like a ticking bomb, I couldn’t hold on any longer.

I finally reached my limit.

SPLAT!!!

I shot my cum into the cat girl’s mouth, filling it up that she gagged and pulled my dick out, breathing heavily as she swallowed most of it.

When I glanced at my competitor, I saw that he had climaxed as well—almost at the exact same time as me.

The stadium fell into a stunned silence again.

"WOAH! Ladies and gentlemen—who WON?" the announcer exclaimed, her voice filled with shock.

"It’s the cat-man!" someone shouted from my left.

"No, it’s the visitor!" another voice argued.

"Shut your mouth! There’s no way a cat-man could lose to some small boy!"

"Is that what you think? I wagered a fortune on the kid!"

The spectators erupted into a heated argument, tensions rising as some even began threatening to beat one another.

Guards rushed in, stepping between the quarrelers to prevent a full-blown brawl.

"I say... let’s hear from our queen herself!" the announcer declared, her voice cutting through the chaos. "After all, the queen has the keenest eyes!"

The crowd fell into hushed whispers, and every gaze turned toward the VIP section.

A moment later, the sharp click of heels echoed through the air as a woman stepped forward, flanked by four guards. She descended the stairs gracefully, heading toward the arena floor.

My eyes widened as I took her in.

Was she the queen? The guardian of the Key?

She wasn’t what I had expected.

Stopping a few meters away, she observed me briefly. The cat-girl who had been servicing me bowed slightly before stepping aside.

The queen’s gaze dropped straight to my still-hard shaft—despite the fact that I had just orgasmed—and she smirked.

"You’re an unusual one, kiddo," she murmured before shifting her attention to my competitor. Then, she slowly raised her hand.

The announcer hurried over, thrusting the mic in front of her.

She took a breath, then spoke.

"Now then—

I shall announce the results!"

My heart pounded.

"The winner of this match is—

TBC