Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 59: ...I’ll Let You Have Your Way(3)

Chapter 59: ...I’ll Let You Have Your Way(3)

Steve remained paused momentarily, the weight of the word hanging heavy in the air —

"destruction." He muttered quietly.

"Yes... destruction." There wasn’t much known about the Son of Hades, but that was the brutal truth.

"You have the power to destroy entire realms. That’s why everyone feared him." The Queen Witcher’s eyes softened with a hint of concern.

"So, the first problem is how to hide your true identity."

Steve frowned, the weight of the situation settling in.

"And how exactly are we supposed to do that? Even if I unlock my powers, you’re telling me there’s a chance that using them wrongly could destroy the whole world... the entire realm."

She smiled gently, a hint of amusement playing at her lips.

"Not exactly." He stopped her with a questioning glance.

She leaned in slightly, voice lowering, almost like a secret.

"Your power could do that, yes. But whether you use it knowingly or not, I would be the one to stop you — to kill you before any destruction could happen."

Steve let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Well, that’s a comforting thought."

"No offense." she replied softly.

"but it’s the only way to protect the realm — it’s my duty as Queen Witcher."

As she spoke, she moved gracefully through the warm water, her hands gliding like liquid silk as she stepped closer to him.

Her wet hair clung to her flushed cheeks, droplets tracing the curves of her elegant body.

Steve’s breath hitched slightly, caught off guard by her closeness.

’What is she doing?’ His heart raced, unsure if she was closing the distance deliberately or just by chance.

"There’s nothing to worry about." she murmured, her voice a tender reassurance.

Before he could respond, she gently took his hand, lifting it softly and guiding it to rest over the smooth swell of her chest.

Her skin was warm beneath his palm, and as he hesitated, she encouraged him silently. His fingers slid through the soft valley between her breasts, grazing the plush curves that felt like liquid watery flesh under his touch.

She moved his hand down slowly, heat radiating from her body as his fingertips traced along her softness. A faint, inviting warmth pulsed just beneath, and her parted lips whispered softly.

"You see..."

Her smile was both playful and knowing as she pressed closer, breath warm against his ear.

"...Your life will never be easy. Never forget that."

Their eyes met, hers deep and intense, and then she shifted, her tone turning practical once more.

"Here’s what you need to know. Avoid magic class as much as you can; attendance won’t matter, I’ll cover that for you. And no matter what, don’t get into conflicts with the girls here — no matter how much they taunt you. Keep your head down. If you get kicked out of the academy, you won’t become a warrior, and then I won’t have any use for you."

Steve couldn’t help the grin creeping across his face, silently amused by her frankness.

She continued.

"There will also be psychotherapy classes to see if you’re fit for battle — those are optional, but I suggest you attend only these: Weapon Training, and Intellect Improvement." She smiled softly.

"It’ll take about two years to complete them all, but by then, you’ll know yourself better. Even if you haven’t unlocked your magic by then, you’ll at least be a useful rookie."

Her eyes locked with his, full of quiet encouragement.

"There are knights who barely know how to use their powers — some whose magic isn’t even offensive — but through training and skill, they become invaluable. You have a chance, Steve. Take my advice seriously, and you just might make it."

"Maybe after you graduate." she purred, her voice dripping with heat and promise.

"I’ll teach you how to unlock the full power of the Son of Hades... starting with a private lesson just for us."

Slowly, deliberately, she slipped her hand down, her fingers wrapping tightly around his thick, throbbing cock.

Her touch was feather-light but purposeful, stroking with soft, teasing pressure that made his breath hitch.

Her plush palms caressed every inch, molding him as if she were claiming him right then and there.

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she pressed her body closer, the slick heat of her wet skin brushing against him.

She leaned in, her breath hot and scented like jasmine, whispering against his ear.

"If you do well... if you graduate, I’ll let you bury yourself inside me—over and over—until you’re lost in me."

The words were a seductive promise, a sinful invitation that sent electric fire sparking through his veins.

Her touch lingered, slow and deliberate, and the hunger in her voice promised nights of unrelenting pleasure, a secret world just waiting to be explored.

Steve’s words caught in his throat, a hesitant mumble barely audible.

"Um, what?"

But she didn’t hesitate. Her hand continued its slow, fluid rhythm, stroking him gently, up and down. A soft, teasing chuckle escaped her lips.

"I’ve seen the way you look at me..." she purred, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"So consider this a little motivation—nothing more." She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing his ear.

"If you graduate from this school...and become an invaluable sorcerer...I’ll let you have your way with me."

Her words draped over him like satin, warm and intoxicating.

"Take your time, choose wisely." she whispered, voice dripping with promise.

"You have quite the reward waiting, Steve. I assure you."

Slowly, her hand came to rest, leaving behind a lingering warmth that sent shivers down his spine.

The pleasure of her touch settled into a sweet ache, making his heart beat faster.

She slid out of the hot tub, water cascading over her sculpted curves, her arms rippling with every graceful step.

She reached for a robe, slipping into it effortlessly and tying it with a casual, confident motion.

Turning back, her eyes locked onto his with a knowing smile.

"I’ll be seeing you soon." The Queen Witcher added softly.

Then she vanished through the door, leaving Steve alone in the steaming water, his mind swirling with one undeniable thought-

’Did she really just say she’d...let me have my way with her?!...score!’