My Milf System

(Third Person POV)

As Asher indulged in the Blowjob Tournament, events in Eldoria took a different turn.

That morning, the people of Eldoria gathered before the Divine Church, watching as a sinner met his fate.

At the center of the square stood a scaffold, and atop it was Malak Rambrandt. A noose encircled his neck, the rope held taut by a heavy stone.

"Execute him!"

"This sinner deserves no mercy!"

"End him already!"

"These revolutionaries are a plague!"

The air buzzed with jeers and cries for blood. Among the onlookers, seated at the front, were the Priestess Seraphina, Liloth Alvado, the Duke, and several other esteemed figures.

Seraphina rose, lifting her hands in prayer before addressing the crowd.

"Good morning, people of Eldoria. As you all know, Malak Rambrandt’s transgressions have left a stain on this kingdom. The wages of such sin is death!"

A wave of cheers rippled through the spectators, eager for justice.

"But—" Seraphina continued, her voice slicing through the noise. "Before his execution, let us acknowledge his contribution to society. He left behind many offspring, and we can only hope none of them follow in his footsteps."

She turned her gaze to a group of fifteen individuals standing to the side—Malak’s children. Among them stood Anna.

"Say your final goodbyes to your father," Seraphina declared. "This is the last time you will see him." freēnovelkiss.com

One by one, Malak’s children approached. Some spat at him. Others turned away without a word. Their faces bore nothing but disdain.

Finally, it was Anna’s turn.

She stepped forward hesitantly. Seeing the man who had never once cared for her standing at death’s door should have brought her satisfaction. But it didn’t. Not entirely.

She forced herself to speak. "Goodbye, Father."

She turned to leave—

"H-uman!" Malak’s voice cracked through the air, stopping her in her tracks. "You reek of that human!"

Anna froze, her brows knitting together. "...What?"

Malak’s lips twisted into a knowing smirk. "Yes... truly beautiful for my taste. You’ll do just fine."

A chill crept up her spine. His deep, grave tone made her stomach twist.

"Let me see your hand," he said.

She hesitated.

Something in his eyes unsettled her. But, against her better judgment, she extended her hand.

Malak bit his own finger hard enough to draw blood. Then he used it to smear a strange symbol onto her palm.

"What’s taking so long, weakling?!" one of Anna’s siblings barked. "Father never cared about you. Stop dragging this out and move on!"

Anna barely registered their words. The instant Malak marked her skin, a strange sensation gripped her—like something had slithered into her very being.

She staggered back, her heart hammering. "What did you—"

But before she could ask, Malak convulsed for a few seconds before he finaly gave in, his body now cold.

The execution proceeded though he was already dead. Moments later, Malak Rambrandt hung lifeless as the crowd dispersed to their homes.

Anna, however, couldn’t shake the feeling that something had just changed within her.

Something irreversible.

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Meanwhile, in the Felmora Kingdom, the tournament was still in full swing, and the crowd was more energized than ever.

It wasn’t every day they got to see the queen herself participate. Normally reserved for the kingdom’s elite, her presence on the stage alone was enough to drive the spectators wild.

"The long dick boy doesn’t stand a chance this time!"

"I wouldn’t be so sure—he’s got skill."

"Are you kidding? The queen’s tongue game is out of this world!"

Gold coins rained onto the stage as eager onlookers placed their bets, some too overwhelmed to wait for the match to even begin.

Nyxa smirked, walking lazily toward Asher, who was already reclining on a velvet mattress, his expression calm and unreadable.

"I’ve danced with kings, played with fools and feasted on desire," Nyxa, the queen murmured to Asher. "Yet true entertainment always eluded me. I believed there had to be something, a game l hadn’t played, a thrill l hadn’t tasted. And then you showed up with that massive shaft of yours. I couldn’t sleep all night, every fibre of my being wanting to feel the thrill of touching something so massive."

She licked her lips, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Asher met her gaze, smirking. "No problem, Your Highness. If you want my dick that badly, you can have it all— if you give me the first piece of the Key."

Nyxa raised a brow and pulled back slightly. "This?" She lifted a necklace, revealing a quarter-moon locket. If Asher got his hands on it, he would only need to gather the remaining pieces to complete the key.

"Exactly," he said, his smirk unwavering.

Nyxa scoffed." And why would l hand over the heart of my kingdom to a mere boy? This necklace is why we prosper, and it’s also the very reason why people compete on our games, hoping they’d win it."

Asher’s smirk darkened. "Is that why you also enslave those who lose your so-called games?"

Her expression twitched with irritation. Lowering her voice, she spoke in a tone that sent a chill through the air. "You speak a lot for a kid. No matter— I’ll ensure you lose this match and serve me like the rest. I’ll make you my sex slave, how does that sound."

"Sounds great. But I’ll have to pass."

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen!" The mic girl announced. "I say, sit back and relax as you watch the match BEGIN!!"

YEEAAHHHHHHHHHH

Rin watched from the sidelines as Nyxa pulled Asher’s trousers off, his massive rod dangling out, still flat.

Nyxa hissed. "You aren’t even aroused yet?"

Asher smirked. "Oh, please. As if I’d get aroused by being given a blowjob by someone as shapeless as you. My servant is hotter than you."

Nyxa’s eye twitched. "How dare you—"

Fueled by a sudden need to prove herself, she decided to escalate things in a way no one expected. With a confident smirk, she let the straps of her dress slide off her shoulders, the fabric slipping down, leaving her completely naked!

The crowd lost their minds.

Even Asher’s eyes widened slightly, his rod twitching at the sight of those firm, round, attractive globes of hers.

Nyxa leaned in, her voice low and sultry. "Tell me boy...Ever been tit-fucked before?"

She tilted her head, a mischievous grin forming on her lips.

TBC