My Milf System

Chapter 399: 399. Grim Reality

{Third-Person POV}

After a thorough dick cleanup from Loona using her own mouth, Asher was more than satisfied. He stepped away from the massage table and began getting dressed.

"Can’t you at least stay a little longer and have a bath with me?" Loona asked. She remained naked, perched atop the table and idly dangling her legs. "We still have at least four hours before the other tenants get back."

Asher shook his head, fastening the buttons of his shirt and obscuring his abs from view. "No. I don’t have time to spare."

Loona gave him a dubious look. "No time to spare? Why? Are you in a hurry?"

Though she now knew him better than anyone else in the building, she realized she still knew remarkably little about him. Aside from his desire for information on her husband and the Shinigami syndicates, he was a mystery. She couldn’t even begin to guess why he was currently pocketing Josh’s Labubu doll—the one stuffed with hidden drugs.

"Goodbye, Loona. I’ll see you in a few hours," he said, his voice firm and leaving no room for further discussion.

She nodded obediently, watching him walk out.

Right at the threshold, Asher looked down and noticed a small, slick puddle on the floor. A knowing smirk curled his lips as he remembered something.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I bought you a gift." He said, fishing out a small box from his trouser pockets.

"A gift?"

Asher tossed the small box toward her. "Make sure you don’t take it off."

Loona opened the box and saw a beautiful necklace with a blue crystal. She gave a warm smile as she wore it with pride. Asher was the first man to ever give her a gift.

"I’d treasure it forever." She said and Asher nodded as he walked off, closing the door behind him.

**

Meanwhile, in the room next door, the degenerate housewife, Mio, was huddled beneath her blankets, staring intently at her phone screen. She was rewatching the video she had just recorded of Asher and Loona.

Stark naked under the covers, Mio closed her eyes and ran her hands over her own skin, down her chest, pinching her nipples, tracing her stomach, and moving lower. She switched her vibrator on and slid it along her inner thigh before bringing it home. She was so tightly wound, her body trembling with arousal, that she thought she would release immediately.

But she didn’t. She couldn’t. The wave swelled, and she rode it, breathing heavily and whimpering in the dark, but the climax refused to break. Again and again, she neared the crest, rising higher each time, knowing that when it finally happened, it would hit her hard.

Yet the release never came. Finally, she collapsed in frustration, letting the sensation slowly ebb away, leaving her empty and aching.

"This isn’t working! I need something truly taboo," she grumbled, staring back at the video. The expression on Loona’s face was one of pure, ecstatic satisfaction. It was as if she were on top of the world—when in reality, she was just on top of Asher-kun’s dick.

"Imagine if Josh had walked in and caught them red-handed," Mio whispered to herself. "Would the look of exquisite despair on his face have made me lose my mind? Would I have had a massive orgasm right then and there?" She briefly regretted not calling him then. "But what if he just caused chaos? What if, instead of an orgasm, I just ended up with a racing heart?"

She wasn’t entirely sure. But looking at the footage on her phone, she couldn’t wait to see his reaction when she finally showed him. Maybe she would film his despair and use that video to masturbate to later.

For now, she needed to sleep.

But just as she was getting comfortable, her phone began to vibrate. The screen displayed Asher’s name.

Normally, she would have ignored it. But she was curious. Why was he calling her barely thirty minutes after fucking Loona next door? A cold sweat broke out. ’Did he see me peeking earlier?’

She answered the call, her voice trembling slightly. "Hello?"

"Hey there, Mio. Been a while," Asher’s calm, nonchalant voice echoed through the receiver. She gulped audibly as he continued, "Or maybe not that long... considering you were just watching us."

She bit her lip. ’He knew!’

Her mind raced, panic setting in. What was he going to do? Tell people she was a voyeuristic pervert? No, that wouldn’t make sense—he’d be exposing his own infidelity with a married woman.

As if reading her mind, Asher added, "Don’t worry. I’m not going to expose your dirty little fantasies. However, I want to make a deal with you."

"A... deal?" she stammered.

"Yeah. A deal," he said. "I want you to send that video to Josh. Right now."

Mio felt the room spin. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to make sense of what she was hearing. How did he know she had filmed them? And why on earth did he want her to send it to Josh? It would cause absolute chaos. Why would he willingly trigger that?

Trying to mask her shock, she scoffed. "And why would I do that? I’ll show him the video when I want to."

"So you can see the despair on his face right next to you," Asher replied smoothly. "For someone as twisted as you, that’s the ultimate goal. You want to see a man utterly destroyed by betrayal. But trust me, Josh won’t give you the satisfaction you’re looking for. He doesn’t see Loona as a wife; he sees her as a replaceable asset. I doubt he’ll care enough to give you the reaction you crave."

Mio’s hand began to shake, rattling the phone against her ear. It wasn’t just his words—it was the terrifying realization that he could read her like an open book. He knew her exact fetish: the craving to see a married man writhe in agony while his wife was taken by someone else. She had never told a soul about her NTR fantasies. How could he possibly know?

"If you accept my deal, I’ll make your real fantasy come true," Asher offered, his voice dropping an octave. "You’re attracted to strangers, aren’t you? Ugly bastards with massive, dominant cocks."

Mio tried to speak, but her mouth dryly refused to form the words.

"I’ll find an ugly bastard for you. You can NTR your own husband while he watches his life turn to ash. What happens after that isn’t my problem. He might divorce you, or he might have a heart attack. Your comfortable marriage will be over. So tell me, Mio... are you ready to sacrifice everything for your fetish?"

A heavy silence stretched over the line. Then, a low chuckle escaped Mio’s lips. The chuckle grew into a high-pitched laugh. Her expression distorted into something entirely unhinged, her eyes gleaming with dark thrill.

"Yes! I’d risk it all!" she panted, the dam breaking. "You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this! My husband’s pathetic cock can’t satisfy me—I can barely even feel it past my pussy lips! We don’t have children because he’s not man enough. His sperm is as watery and weak as his little dick! I’ve put up with this garbage for over two years. In two days, it’s our three-year anniversary, and I want to destroy it. I want a real man—an ugly, stinking bastard—just to show Josh that wealth and being clean mean nothing if you can’t satisfy a woman! Sometimes all we want is a dominant man, even if he looks like a dirty pig!"

She was panting heavily into the receiver.

On the other end of the line, Asher stood in his dimly lit quarters. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Her words hadn’t just answered his proposition; they had ripped open a scar he thought he’d left behind in the grave of his previous life.

A bitter ache tightened in his chest. A memory before his reincarnation resurfaced, the moment his heart had literally failed him. He remembered the shattering sight of his own wife Karen, a woman he had cherished and provided for, tangled in the sheets with their garden boy. The boy hadn’t been handsome. He was inelegant, unrefined, and relied on Asher’s payroll just to eat. Yet, the expression of ecstasy on his wife’s face had been something Asher had never managed to elicit in all their years of marriage.

He had died of a heart attack, caused by this betrayal. And now, listening to Mio’s words, he realized the terrifying truth: his tragedy wasn’t unique. A lot of men suffered the same fate. A lot have died from being betrayed by their lovers. Both physically and emotionally.

That was the effect of a woman’s betrayal. Distasteful!

Asher didn’t despise Mio’s husband, nor did he fully condone Mio’s betrayal. Instead, he felt a profound pity for her husband, and for every man like him.

’We are all fools,’ Asher thought, his gaze hollow as he stared at the floorboards. ’Men build empires, accumulate wealth, and offer stability, thinking that a woman’s loyalty is bought with safety and kindness. We look at a wedding ring as a shield.’

But nature didn’t care about marriage certificates or bank accounts.

He realized then that a man who lacks the primal, physical power to satisfy his partner is living on borrowed time. He is a king sitting on a throne of glass, completely delusional if he believes the smile his wife gives him at dinner is one of genuine fulfillment.

She might love the lifestyle, she might love the security, but beneath the polite veneer of civilization, she emains hungry. And when that hunger peaks, she will look past the wealth, past the status, and even past physical beauty. She will willingly descend into the mud to find an ugly, disgusting pig,so long as that pig can give her the satisfaction her husband cannot.

This was a grim reality many didn’t want to admit.

"I see," Asher finally replied, his voice dropping into a flat, chillingly calm register that betrayed none of his internal turmoil. "Then we have an understanding. Prepare yourself, Mio. Your anniversary is going to be unforgettable."

He hung up without waiting for her reply.

He slipped the phone into his pocket.

These women...most of them are truly driven by pure lust. They’re just clever enough to hide it, acting sweet and loyal right up until the moment they ruin you.

To be continued....