Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 58: ...I’ll Let You Have Your Way(2)

Chapter 58: ...I’ll Let You Have Your Way(2)

Drip

Drip

Drip.

The soft rhythm of water falling onto the floor echoed quietly as she moved with effortless grace.

Each step was slow, deliberate— alluring.

Her breasts, heavy and soaked, glistened under the dim light, the wetness tracing every curve and swell.

Even through the shimmer of moisture, the delicate outline of her pussy was unmistakable—uttering inviting—far more than his imagination had dared to paint.

Steve’s eyes were locked on her, utterly captivated, as she glided forward.

Her flawless body remained fully exposed, a living masterpiece of sensuality.

With each gentle step, his breath hitched, heart pounding in his chest, caught in a tide of raw desire.

Finally, she stopped just before him.

"Steve." she said, her voice low and velvety, a teasing smile curling at her lips.

"I take it you’ve made yourself at home."

He couldn’t help but smirk inwardly—ironic, really, because he had. Made himself completely at home.

If you know what I mean, his mind whispered with a sly grin.

She caught the unspoken thought and chuckled softly.

"Good, good. I just wanted to get that out there."

Her gaze softened, but there was a hint of mischief still sparkling in her eyes.

"I’m sure it must be... new, maybe even a little strange, having everyone stare at you. After all, you are the only male sorcerer here."

She paused, letting the words hang in the warm, steamy air before adding.

"But don’t worry—you’ll get the hang of it."

Steve cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to steady his racing thoughts.

"Uh, okay... that’s nice and all, and I don’t mean any disrespect, but... I was kind of busy with a...private project... And I was told you summoned me—so, um, what exactly did you want?"

She turned to him, a slow, teasing smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, I just wanted to have a conversation." she said softly, her voice dripping with invitation.

"Come, join me in the hot tub."

With that, she turned her back and moved gracefully toward the steaming water.

His eyes locked onto the sway of her hips, down the curve of her ass—plush, round, and impossibly full.

Each step made her flesh literally ripple and jiggle, hypnotic in its slow, tantalizing rhythm.

She was the living definition of a fat ass, every motion a soft, luscious invitation.

Steve’s gaze lingered, his length gradually marking its way to his pants outline once more.

’I can’t let this moment pass me by. I might have already used charm Master, but still, I won’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t make a move.’

He’d made moves like this before, taken chances like this, and he wasn’t about to stop now.

Without thinking, his hand slid down his body, fingers twitching with longing as he watched her settle into the warm water, steam rising around her like a veil.

The invitation was clear—and the temptation, impossible to resist.

Without hesitation, Steve peeled off his shirt in a swift, deliberate motion, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

The air hit his bare skin, raising goosebumps as he moved to untie his trousers.

With practiced ease, he slid them down, freeing his cock, thick and hard, already pulsing with anticipation.

The Queen Witcher paused mid-step, the sound of clothing hitting the floor drawing her attention.

She turned slowly, her eyes catching the first glimpse of him—his finely framed jawline that was sharp, confident.

But what truly arrested her gaze was the undeniable presence between his legs.

Large, heavy, and rock-hard, his cock was impossible to ignore. A flicker of desire passed through her eyes, a brief but undeniable stare.

She quickly averted her gaze, though not before their eyes met in a silent exchange.

’mmm...’ she thought, her breath catching. But she pushed the thought aside, stepping fully into the steaming hot tub.

A coy smile brushed her lips, knowing exactly where her eyes had lingered.

Steve matched her movements, sliding into the warm water opposite her.

They settled on either side of the tub, the heat swirling around them, mingling with the charged tension in the air.

"So...what did you want to talk about?" Steve asked, breaking the silence, his voice steady but laced with curiosity.

She smiled, letting the water ripple around her as she began.

"For starters, I’ll explain the rules—what exactly the Arcane Bloom Academy is. I’m sure you’ve heard of it, but no one here enters without understanding what’s expected. Every woman who steps through these gates has earned her power, honed her skills. This academy is where warriors are forged for the coming war."

Her eyes never left his, a spark of something deeper glinting beneath her calm exterior.

"But you... I sense potential in you. Strong magic, waiting to be unlocked. Yet, I’ve felt nothing—no element, no spark. It’s as if your power lies...dormant."

Steve let out a dry laugh, running a hand through his hair.

"So, it’s pretty awkward if I’m the only one who can’t use my magic in class, huh?"

She nodded, a faint smirk curling her lips.

"Exactly. So, what does that mean for you? Well... that remains to be seen."

He masked his impatience with a grin, but inside his mind raced.

She doesn’t know yet, but I’ve got some meat waiting for me back in my room. I need to be quick.

The warmth of the water and the closeness between them lingered, the tension thick with possibilities—not just of magic, but of something far more dangerous, and far more enticing.

She smiled softly, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something deeper.

"Hmm, feisty." she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

The soft glow of the steam wrapped around her like a silk cloak as she leaned back, letting the warm water cascade over her smooth, chocolate-toned skin.

Her fingers traced languid circles over her body, water slipping down her curves, highlighting the plush fullness of her cleavage—rich, inviting, and exactly what Steve’s restless gaze needed to anchor on.

Her lips curved into a sly smile as she continued, voice dripping with quiet authority.

"Well... I never expected you to be so... unassuming. The thing is, you’re the son of Hades. And your power? It’s not hidden—far from it."

Steve blinked, caught off guard.

"Really? So, what the hell does that mean? What’s my ability? I mean, I’m not exactly good with religion or myth, so I didn’t really get the whole ’son of Hades’ thing."

The Queen Witcher paused, her eyes narrowing as a shadow flickered across her face, a serious weight settling over the moment.

The mist swirled as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a low, almost hypnotic whisper.

"It’s simple." she said, her breath warm against the air between them.

"Your power is... destruction."

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