My Milf System

(Asher’s POV)

"A titty what?" I echoed, my voice catching in my throat as I swallowed hard.

Nyxa smirked as her fingers trailed down, grazing my now painfully stiff erection. She gave it a teasing stroke, sending a shiver up my spine.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she leaned in—her massive breasts brushing against me, soft and warm like clouds of sin.

I exhaled sharply.

She really wanted to take me between those plush, heavenly mounds—just like in the kind of scenes you only see in porn. And hell, I wasn’t complaining.

Excitement pulsed through me. I had never tried this before, and the thrill of something new made my blood run hot. Seeing my reaction, Nyxa smirked like a predator who knew she had her prey exactly where she wanted him.

Slowly, she pressed her breasts together, trapping my dick between them. Then she started to move—up and down, her velvety skin gliding along it, sending electric pleasure shooting through my body.

I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my composure.

But then she upped the stakes.

She leaned her face in, parting her lips just enough to take the head of my cock into her mouth. A rush of heat and wetness enveloped me, her tongue flicking over the tip as she kept up the rhythm with her breasts.

"Oh... fuck," I groaned, my body tensing at the overwhelming sensation. Her lips—so tight, so warm—sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through me.

As much as I was drowning in this newfound pleasure, I couldn’t afford to lose focus. This was still a game. A competition. If I lost myself completely, I wouldn’t get what I came here for.

I stole a glance at my challenger.

He was also getting his fair share of fun, but his partner wasn’t breaking the rules, unlike Nyxa—who had just turned this "blowjob tournament" into her own personal battlefield.

And damn it... she was winning.

The guy glanced at me and smirked, his confidence oozing. Clearly, he believed the herbs he had taken would guarantee him an easy victory.

Too bad he had no idea who he was up against.

For a man to reach orgasm, all he needs is a little tightness, sleekness, and warmth.

Nyxa provided all three.

But I had something that countered them perfectly.

Relaxing my mind, I summoned a cold mist around myself—the same kind that escapes from a fridge when you open it.

Originally, my plan was to surround my shaft with ice magic, but that would have been too obvious. Instead, I opted for air—just cold enough to lower my body temperature and kill my libido.

As the cold moisture radiated from me, Nyxa gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She instinctively pulled herself away from her me.

"W-What is this?" she stammered.

I smirked. "My own natural herb for endurance."

"H-How?! That’s c-cheating!" she spluttered.

"Really now?" I scoffed. "Coming from you, the queen of cheating?"

Her expression twisted in anger, lines forming on her forehead. "You’ve ruined my entertainment, boy! But don’t think I’ll surrender that easily!"

"Suit yourself." I shrugged.

She desperately tried to arouse me again, but it was futile. My body was too cold—too numb to feel a thing.

She sucked, teased, and pulled every trick she knew. But nothing worked. Soon, her mouth began to hurt from all the sucking she had been doing my dick. Her lips trembled, her jaw ached, and her body quivered with strain.

And then, humiliation struck.

The crowd gasped as realization set in—Nyxa, the undefeated queen, was losing.

"HOLY SHIT!" the announcer bellowed. "The queen is struggling, spectators! This is bad for the home team!"

A mixture of cheers and boos erupted.

"Come on, Your Highness! Suck that dick!!" someone from the stands yelled.

Nyxa clenched her fists, tears spilling from her eyes. Never in her life had she felt so humiliated.

"Is this what you wanted?" she sobbed. "To degrade me in front of my kingdom?"

I scoffed. "You call this humiliation? This is just the beginning."

"Oh, it’s happening!" the announcer cried. "The cat man is starting to groan! Could this be it?!"

I glanced to the side. My challenger had reached his limit.

SPLURT!

The cat girl’s mouth was filled in an instant with his cum.

YEEAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!

The spectators erupted in chaos. Some roared in triumph, while others booed in outrage.

"UNBELIEVABLE!" the announcer yelled. "For the first time in history, a visitor has defeated a cat man!"

I turned my gaze to Nyxa. She was huddled on the floor, looking like a lost sheep.

I bet she wished she could disappear.

Rising to my feet, I pulled up my pants and raised my hands in victory.

"LONG DICK BOY! LONG DICK BOY! LONG DICK BOY!"

The crowd chanted.

The mic girl rushed over, holding out her microphone. "Dear challenger! After this historic win, how do you feel?"

I smirked, taking the mic. "Feels great. Honestly, I expected to win. I mean, look at the one they assigned to me—shapeless, skill-less, utterly unattractive." I shot a glance at Nyxa. "I barely got hard. Next time, pick a better representative. Someone much hotter and actually appealing than this trash."

YHOOOOOOOOO!!

The spectators went wild. Some laughed, while others hurled bottles and debris onto the stage.

Guards rushed in, dragging the disgraced queen away.

I grinned. Her defeat was satisfying. A moment neither of us would forget.

Now, I had one more match before I could claim what I came for.

And only one day left.

I wonder what the next match would be?

*

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After Rin’s match—an obvious victory—we returned to our room.

The cat girl was gone. I wasted no time hopping into a hot shower with Rin, washing away the lingering cold from my body. After we were done, I remembered my promise—to find that little girl’s mother.

But then....

Boom!

The door burst open.

The black cat girl stepped in, shutting it behind her.

"It’s Tama," she muttered.

I raised a brow. "Huh?"

"My name. It’s Tama. You asked for it that day, remember?"

I smirked. "And you decided to tell me now because...?"

She stepped closer, her expression firm.

"Because I’ve decided to be your spy."

I chuckled. "Knew you’d come around."

She jabbed a finger toward Rin, who was sitting innocently on the bed. "But don’t waste your seed on that mute bitch! You think I didn’t hear you moaning last night? Or this morning? Your seed is my reward. Save it to restore my clan!"

I laughed. "Sure, Blacky."

Her ears twitched. "I just told you my name is Tama!"

"But ’Blacky’ suits you better, don’t you think?"

"NO!!"

I chuckled, then got serious. "Alright, Blacky. I need you to find someone."

I handed her the tiny picture the little girl had given me.

She took one look at it, nodded, and vanished.

I just hoped she wouldn’t betray me.

Because if she did...

I’d make sure she regretted it.

TBC