Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 55: Workout(1) (R18)

Chapter 55: Workout(1) (R18)

Steve reached out his hand—no, just a finger at first—offering it playfully in her direction.

Dina tilted her head, curious. For a second, she hesitated. But then she slowly stretched out her hand too, her slender fingers grazing his.

Steve smiled, still holding her gaze, but inwardly his mind was racing.

’Okay, okay... so how do I know if the spell’s actually working? Shouldn’t there be some kind of system message? A glow? A ding? Anything?’ He shifted slightly, keeping his face calm.

’This is my first time using it... Guess she’s my lucky test subject. Or unlucky, depending on who you ask.’

’Alright...’ He told himself.

’...just go with the flow.’

He casually turned, moving to his bed with a stretch, then threw himself backward onto the mattress.

The springs creaked softly beneath him as he landed, arms spread, eyes turned to the ceiling.

Dina looked over, her eyes following his movement. She laid down too, curling onto her side, propping her head up with her hand.

Her top hung loose again, and when she shifted, the fabric slid just enough for a swell of breast to peek out. Steve caught it in the corner of his eye, his pulse kicking up again.

"Something wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with subtle concern—and maybe curiosity.

He exhaled, not dramatically, just enough to sound worn out.

"Nah... nothing much. Just tired," he said, his voice lower now, lazier.

"It’s been a long day."

Dina nodded, her eyes running over him a little slower than before.

"Mmm... I guess you had quite a journey getting here, huh?"

Steve smirked faintly, eyes still on the ceiling.

"You’ve got no idea. I’ve been out there forever. I could barely feel my legs."

She laughed softly, a sweet sound.

"Where’d you come from?"

That caught him off guard for a second. The name almost slipped from his mind—until he remembered the chatter of some locals he overheard while out shopping with Tonya.

’Hehe...Good times. Good view, too.’

"Mirros." he mumbled, making it sound casual.

"And you?"

She shifted a bit closer, her voice just above a whisper.

"Outcast. It’s a small town way out at the edge of the realm. You probably haven’t heard of it."

Steve rolled his head to the side, facing her. His eyes dipped slightly—down to her collarbone, to the soft shadow of her cleavage rising and falling with her breaths.

"Well," he said, his voice turning smoother, darker.

"I don’t mean to pry or anything, but..."

"...You were doing a splits when I walked in...what’s that all about?"

His smirk widened in his thoughts.

’Here I go. I’m so despicable.’

She glanced over her shoulder, brushing a strand of damp hair from her cheek.

"Um... yeah, I was working out." she said, catching her breath.

"But, you know, I got kind of famished. Plus, my roommate just came in. It’d be weird if I just kept going, leaving, like, muscle juice all over the room."

Steve blinked.

’Muscle juice?’ His brain practically short-circuited.

’God, my mind really is a goner.’ he thought, trying not to let the phrase spiral into a dozen mental images that had no place in polite conversation.

They shared a glance—half-curious, half-charged.

"I don’t really mind." Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I work out too, actually."

"Really?" Her lips curved, playful.

"Yeah, though I’m still kind of new at it," he admitted, trying to sound casual.

"You, though—you look like a pro. Maybe you could show me a few moves?"

There was a pause. She tilted her head thoughtfully, then rose from the edge of the couch with smooth, deliberate grace.

As she stood, Steve couldn’t help but notice the way her chest shifted, the subtle bounce beneath her tight top.

His eyes trailed downward—damn. Her hips flared, her ass full and plush, every motion causing a soft ripple through that generous curve.

She turned toward him, fully aware of his gaze, and arched a brow.

"What kind of reps do you usually do?"

Steve blinked again, dragging his eyes up to meet hers.

"Uh... most of them?" he said, voice a little too high.

"I mean, I try everything."

"Mmm." she said, smiling now.

"Want to join me?"

He nodded, trying not to sound too eager.

"Sure... maybe if you show me yours first. You know—your reps. Your splits or something. Not trying to compete or anything."

"That’s oddly specific." she said, her smile deepening.

"You really are new."

Then, with a teasing shrug, she stepped back.

"Okay... watch this."

She murmured as she slowly rose to her feet. With every inch she stood taller, he couldn’t help but notice the delicious bounce of her breasts, softly swaying with the subtle motion.

But it was her ass that truly stole his breath away — full, round, and impossibly plush, it jutted out like a perfect invitation.

The sight made his mind already wonder to how those soft curves would feel under his hands and lips.

’ God, I’m going to love fucking this one.’ he thought, a dark hunger rising deep inside him.

She took a deliberate step forward, and with each movement, her ass rippled like waves, teasing and tempting.

Then she turned to Steve, that knowing smile playing on her lips, and asked.

"So... what kind of reps do you usually do?"

Steve swallowed hard, his eyes betraying him even as he tried to play it cool.

"Um... mostly all of them." he mumbled, trying not to stare but failing utterly.

She stepped even closer, the heat of her body pressing just a little against his, and said.

"Well, would you want to join me?"

Steve’s breath hitched. His voice came low, a teasing edge to it-

"Maybe... if you show me yours first. I don’t want this to turn into a competition or anything. Just... show me your reps — your splits, or something."

She flashed a sly smile.

"That’s oddly specific."

Without another word, she took a deliberate step back and said.

"Watch this."

Slowly, she extended one long, toned leg, her hands gripping it as she lifted it high with effortless grace.

Then, with a fluid, controlled motion, she lowered herself toward the ground, legs parting wide as she slid into a perfect split. The movement was flawless, practiced—professional.

As she eased down, her breasts bounced softly once more with the rhythm of her motion. One nipple teased just beneath the fabric’s edge, barely peeking out with every gentle bounce.

Her supple flesh, along with her massive ass as well, seemed to ripple in slow motion before settling, the luscious roundness of her body perfectly displayed in the pose.

She stayed there, flexibly poised, the embodiment of control and sensuality.

Steve’s thoughts were already racing ahead, imagining how that skill might come in handy later.

"Okay, now... are you?" she asked, voice low and playful.

Steve blinked, caught off guard.

"What?"

Without hesitation, she rolled up smoothly and grabbed his hand, pulling him close with a commanding yet sultry grin.

"Show me what you got."

"What—?" Steve started, but she cut him off, dragging him forward.

"Let’s do some warm-ups," she said firmly.

Steve hesitated, a little breathless.

"Um, I’d actually prefer it if you just kept going with your reps..."

"Nonsense." she teased, tugging him along with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"It’s not a team workout unless we do this together. Come on—let’s start with some jumping jacks."

She practically pulled him across the room, his body half-resisting, half-melting under her control.

Suddenly, her hand slipped from his, drifting lower in a deliberate, teasing slide—and landed with a soft, electric touch directly on his cock.

She felt it—hard, warm, pulsing beneath her fingers. A shiver ran through her as she paused for a moment, before she closed her grip just enough to make him gasp....

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