Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 54: Rising Heat

Chapter 54: Rising Heat

Steve nearly quivered.

His breath caught the moment his eyes landed on it—undeniable, glorious ass. Big. Round. Fat.

It wasn’t a dream; it was right there, perfectly presented before him like a gift unwrapped too soon.

Her legs were stretched out in a full split across the polished floor, the supple cheeks lifted and spread just enough to tease his imagination.

He had come from a house of hot MIILFs, but still, none had quite this... symmetry. This allure, atleast that’s what he thought on first sight.

Steve’s gaze slowly dragged upward, unhurried, savoring. A waterfall of deep red hair cascaded down her back, the strands catching the light like fire trapped in silk.

She turned her head, just enough to peek over her shoulder, just enough for him to catch the curve of her jaw, the pout of her lips.

His eyes lingered at her chest, her posture causing her generous breasts to press together in a deep, tantalizing cleavage.

Full, plush, and tempting, her chest rose slightly with every soft breath she took, framed perfectly by the delicate curve of her spine and the tension of her stretched position.

A low exhale slipped from Steve’s lips.

’Target acquired.’

But then, reality blinked back in.

’Wait... am I in the wrong room?’ he wondered, stealing a glance at the golden plaque beside the door-

Room 341. No mistake. This was his room.

His eyes returned to her just as she looked up fully, face revealed—soft, fair skin, full lips, and eyes that gleamed with something...beautiful.

"Hmm?" she asked, her voice smooth as velvet.

"Are you my new roommate?"

Steve hesitated for only a moment, his lips curling into a cool, easy smile. His pulse thumped in his ears, but his voice was calm, composed.

"Umm...yeah...Looks like I am." he said, eyes flicking once more over her sprawled, stunning form.

And in the back of his mind, one single, delicious thought took root-

’ This academy might just be paradise.’

’She’s probably going to freak out when she realizes that her roommate’s a guy.’ Steve thought, bracing for a scream, maybe even a slap.

But before his mind could catch up, she moved—fast.

In a fluid, almost dancer-like motion, she rose effortlessly from her split, spun on her heel, and practically crashed into him.

Her breasts—soft, full, and barely contained by the thin fabric of her top—pressed flush against his chest.

He instinctively caught her waist to steady her, her spin still carrying momentum.

"Wait—whoa—what are you—?" Steve began, caught off guard by the sudden closeness.

She didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned into it, her body warm against his, breasts squished deliciously against his form.

There was nothing under that top. He could feel the subtle, provocative drag of her nipples through the cloth.

His breath hitched.

’Oh my...no undergarment...score...’

And then, just as suddenly, she stopped. Took a step back. Looked him over. Her cheeks had flushed a soft pink.

"Oh my gosh." she said with a grin.

"You’re so fucking cute...and...short?"

Steve blinked.

’She’s not freaking out? he thought, stunned. She doesn’t care that I’m a guy...?’

His heart beat faster. And then another thought crept in—dangerous, tempting.

’Well... what’s the harm in trying now?’

After all, he had the passive skill- Charm Master. Any girl within five meters would naturally fall under its effect... assuming their level wasn’t too far above his own. It wasn’t guaranteed—but it was worth the risk.

’How do I even activate it again? Umm...do I just scream "charm master activate" or something?’ he wondered.

Then, as if moved his speech, a soft ding rang out, and following it was a system notification which displayed the text-

[Ding!]

[Skill Activated: Charm Master is now active!]

That was all it took to trigger it.

A soft grin drew on his lips as his eyes momentarily flicked down, unintentionally catching another glimpse of her backside.

’Damn...That ass.’

So round. So full. So heavy it bounced even when she stood still. His tongue grazed his bottom lip on instinct, and his hand twitched with want.

"We should be friends," she said suddenly, her voice airy, light—teasing.

She turned and walked toward one of the beds at the far end of the room.

There were two beds, plush and comfy enough for a person, one bed on each side, and she chose the one on the left.

As she sat down, the curve of her breasts shifted, reverberating, and swaying gently beneath the thin fabric of her top.

They were barely contained—full, soft, and bold, like they wanted to escape with every little breath she took.

Steve’s gaze lingered. The way her chest moved, the subtle way her cleavage deepened with each exhale—it was like a gift the gods forgot to wrap.

’Yeah.’ he thought.

’I’m going to take those clothes off one day...or rather...right now.’

Then her voice cut through the fog in his head.

"I’m Dina." she said with a playful smile, tossing her red hair back over one shoulder.

"What’s your name?"

Steve blinked, the sound of her voice pulling him back to reality—but only barely.

Now that he was looking at her directly, he took his time. Even sitting, her body was magnetic.

Her fat ass... plush, wide, and so impossibly round it formed its own silhouette against the bedsheets.

Her breasts rose gently with each breath, catching the soft light and gleaming like temptation sculpted in flesh.

She wasn’t just hot—she was dangerous.

Steve felt a grin tug at the corner of his mouth. Slow. Confident. A little crooked.

He knew what he wanted. And now, he knew his next move.

With a charm that masked the hunger behind his eyes, he rested a hand on the door behind him, then gently shut it. He walked toward her, deliberately slow.

"Steve." he said smoothly.

"You can call me Steve."

His voice was low. Intentional.

And in that moment, the room felt smaller. Warmer. Filled with heat that wasn’t coming from the sun.

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