OP Milf System: Every Moan, I Grow Stronger!

Chapter 210: Chapter 211: Bad Dream

"Yes, it’s just a dream. You’re definitely having a bad dream... a living nightmare for you, pig," Quinn said smoothly. He walked over closer, putting his hands into his pockets.

"D-don’t come near me... no!! Please, go away!!" The pig wanted to crawl away as fast as possible, but every single small movement felt like death. His muscles and every fiber of his body screamed in extreme pain. They were twisted into a tight knot, making it impossible to move even an inch.

"Hoh, then how about I ask you some questions instead? It’s much better to spill some beans than to die right here in the dirt, don’t you think?" Quinn bent his knees, squatting down to look directly into his ruined face.

"N-no! I can’t..." the pig whined.

"Hehe, then you’re already a dead man," Quinn said, raising his hand.

"W-wait! I can tell you some very important information!" the pig screamed in terror.

"Spill it instead of wasting my precious time... you’re only making your own life harder," Quinn said. Quinn did not like letting his enemies stay silent just to kill them at the end. Crush the insect, and that ends the trouble.

"I-it’s about the families!" The swine saw a good chance to buy some time and recover a bit more. He still kept his absolute last, most powerful hidden trump card ready, just in case his entire group died.

And that was exactly the bad situation he was in now. Though he was known everywhere as a spoiled, useless heir of the Silverglade family, he was not stupid enough to travel without an emergency escape card.

Fucker... You will die later. Heh... Enjoy your time while it lasts.

"Y-yes! It’s about the opposing families! The Draven faction, especially the Stormrunes, is locked in an intense, bloody fight with the other high families!" the pig shouted quickly.

I’ll fucking feed you some worthless information to buy myself enough time to escape!

He celebrated inwardly; only a few seconds more, and his life would be spared.

"Shut it down, pig. I know you’re just buying time. Spit out your family name, or I will pull your tongue out."

"W-what?... I’m not buying ti—"

Smack!

The sound of a crisp slap reverberated. Quinn had slapped the man without even blinking.

"I will count only to three. Don’t test my patience, pig." Quinn stretched his hand toward the man’s face, gripping him with enough strength to lift him off the ground.

"W-wait! Okay... okay, just wait... don’t lift my body..."

You maggot! I will skin you alive if I manage to escape this shithole of a situation! The pig felt completely hopeless now. His attempt to buy time had been caught red-handed, like a thief stealing in broad daylight.

"Three... tw—"

"O-okay!! But promise to let me go after I spill the information!"

"On—" Quinn didn’t care at all. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. A pig trying to bargain when he was already on his deathbed was nothing but a waste of time.

"I-I’m from the Silverglade family! I’m the direct heir of the family!"

"Hmm, then isn’t it perfect to kill you right now? You’re the best target to make the family head lose his sanity..." Quinn had already assumed the pig was a big shot, but this was the cherry on top.

"N-no! Please don’t... You can’t kill me!"

"Hoh, and why is that? I’ve already butchered countless bloodlines in your family, so what’s the difference now?"

"M-my father will find out and hunt you down! You don’t want to die, right? Then you don’t have a choice but to let me live!"

Yes, fucker, wet your pants as you imagine your life being hunted by grandmasters and my father!

"Haha, you’re like a clown in a circus, pig. What if they hunt me down? I don’t care." Quinn really didn’t give a shit.

In the following days, he would bond with Zero, pushing his stats to a staggering 3,000+, not to mention the stats he was currently siphoning from every moan. So he didn’t give a damn. Let them hunt him; he would only come back stronger, as no one could stop his ascent.

"Now, now, I think your purpose ends here, pig." Quinn wanted to get back to the orgy... He had wasted too much time, and his cock was raging for some pounding.

"N-no!! Father will know... and he will arrive here if you kill me, and you will die!" The pig hadn’t expected the man to have such a short fuse. His life was in danger now.

"Then I will gladly accept him with open arms."

"Fucker!!! I will kill yo—oof!"

"Just stay still and be obedient, will you..." Quinn lifted his body, crushing his already dented head without a shred of hesitation.

The pig died just like that.

"What disgusting blood... befitting a trash family heir." Quinn discarded the lifeless body into a corner.

"Hehe, you really killed the son of Silverglade, Quinn..." Lyra popped up, catching him in a warm embrace.

"It doesn’t matter, my dear Lyra... we will never stop until we clean out the rotten blood that exists."

Spank!

"Ekknn! You dummy... spanking me like that."

"Don’t you want my spankings?"

"No, I love it... Spank me more! Hehe, I want more than you expected."

"Hoho, you are a pervert, Lyra." Quinn fondled her ass cheeks, gripping them with his ferocious hands.

"Ahnn... yes, I’m a pervert. Your perverted wife. Hehe, I’m Perverted Lyra." She swayed her ass, begging for more fondling.

She couldn’t escape, and she didn’t plan to. Before those other three arrived, she had to savor this feeling first.

"Oops, wait! Don’t do that bad deed right in front of us!" It was none other than Lilith, who wanted to have her time too.

Spank! Spank!!

"Eknn! Yes! Ahh... ahh, I love it... Spank my ass more!" Quinn gave her a spanking too, right there in the middle of the clearing.

If his MILFs wanted some spanking, then he would gladly provide it.

"Spank my ass too... please."

"Fufu, me too! I can’t be the one losing out, right?"

"Ahh, look how terrible my MILFs are... how could you think of having an intense session when we just killed countless people..." Quinn sighed, playfully teasing his women.

"Hehe, of course. It’s normal for us anyway... so how about we go now? It’s still a long day, and we can enjoy our moment!"

"Fufu, yes. That’s a perfect plan. A session after a battle is not bad at all."

"Ahhn! Spank me more, Quinn... please... ahhn!"

"I will follow my sisters... pound me too."

All four followed him side by side, completely oblivious of what had just transpired. The carnage and the brutal executions were not matters Quinn needed to dwell on.

"Okay, okay, let’s have fun now, my busty, pent-up MILFs! Let’s see if you can handle a one-week, non-stop fucking with that grit of yours!"