Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 61: All Alone

Chapter 61: All Alone

Steve bent over to pick his shirt off the floor, his fingers sliding gently through the sleeves as he pulled it on, the fabric gliding smoothly over his skin.

He stood up slowly, his body still trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment.

Outwardly, he wore a calm, composed expression, but inside his mind was a storm of racing thoughts.

’Did I really hear her right?’

The Queen Witcher had just told him that if he became the strongest sorcerer in the Arcane Bloom Academy, she would... let him have his way with her.

In his head, the words echoed with a wild, almost intoxicating promise.

’I’m no aristocrat.’ he thought.

’ but that has to mean she’s willing to fuck me...dirty.’

His imagination ran free, painting vivid pictures he could hardly shake.

He recalled the curve of her hips as she moved, the soft, inviting sway of her supple ass.

He could still see how her breasts had gleamed, heavy and proud, rising and falling with every breath as she stepped out of the water—perfectly shaped, commanding and magnetic.

The thought made a shiver run down his spine, the image of her towering cleavage teasing his mind.

He wondered if his cock was long enough to slip between her ample breasts, or if they were just too big to let that happen.

But what stirred him the most was the memory of her touch—the way her plush, delicate hand had wrapped around his hardened length perfectly, so soft, so gentle, yet so possessive.

’She held my cock with a single arm...that’s...a first.’

He could still feel the warmth of her skin, the slow, sensual strokes that sent waves of pleasure pulsing through him.

The memory sent a slow, satisfied smile creeping across Steve’s face.

’I’m going to do it.’ he told himself firmly, the promise settling deep inside.

’I will fuck the Queen Witcher. No doubt about it.’

But beneath that burning desire, a practical question gnawed at him—

’how strong were the others?’

It would be reckless to get cocky or underestimate those he had to surpass.

After all, they were his competition, the very people standing between him and his goal.

Respecting that was the only way to truly measure how achievable his dream could be.

Tomorrow was orientation—the day he’d finally get a clearer picture of who he was up against.

Until then, rest was essential. He breathed in deeply, letting a calm smile settle on his lips as he stepped out of the hot tub room, feeling the lingering warmth on his skin.

The guards barely glanced his way, their eyes indifferent. Steve didn’t care. H

e moved past them with a steady calm, the promise of tomorrow’s challenge fueling his every step.

As he walked the quiet halls toward his room, his mind spun with plans.

’I wonder if I should push harder in training? Increase my reps to accelerate progress? Or would it be wiser to maintain my current pace...?’

His thoughts were tangled and complicated, but what struck him most was where he found himself now. Mid-stride, he paused, hand reaching up as his eyes flicked left, then right.

This wasn’t his hallway. The numbers on the doors read 430, 432, 435—all unfamiliar, far from the cozy room he knew.

The stark realization hit him like a whisper-

’I’m...I’m lost?’

’Damn it.’ he muttered inwardly, brow tightening in mild frustration.

’I must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere.’

He looked around, taking in the long corridor and the unfamiliar room numbers.

’This academy’s massive...’ he sighed, the sheer size of the place finally sinking in.

’Well, I better start hightailing it back.’ he thought, shaking his head with a small, amused grin tugging at his lips.

’Still got to finish up my harem plans with Dina.’

That thought alone made a chuckle slip from his throat.

A smug, easy smile crept onto his face as he turned around, ready to head back—

—but then, he froze.

His eyes caught something. Just a flicker. A glimpse, reflected in the glass of a wide window set along the hallway wall.

It offered a view into the open space of the floor below.

And there she was.

Tonya, he breathed, the name falling from his lips like a sigh.

She moved alone through the dimly lit hallway, wrapped in nothing but a simple dress—light, airy, and criminally soft.

It clung to her in places, floated in others, the hem fluttering with each step as though the fabric couldn’t decide whether to caress her thighs or reveal them.

The neckline dipped just enough to hint at the fullness of her breasts, and the sway of her hips beneath the thin material was hypnotic, the curve of her ass shifting side to side like a slow, deliberate rhythm meant to be watched.

Steve watched.

She held a book in one hand-something slim, maybe a novel—but the details blurred in his gaze.

His focus was elsewhere. The way the dress moved with her, the way her body moved inside it. Supple and plush, like temptation given shape.

Then he saw where she was going.

Down the stairs. Barefoot. No hesitation.

Toward the garden.

At night.

That alone was enough to stir a hundred thoughts in his mind. A garden at night could mean many things—solitude, reflection... or secrecy.

And with the way she moved—graceful but unhurried, as if she wanted to be seen just long enough to be noticed, then disappear—Steve couldn’t help but wonder.

’Is this just a stroll for some peace and quiet? A quiet spot to read?...Or Is it something else?’

’ Maybe she knew exactly what the night breeze would do to a thin dress like what she wore. Maybe she liked the idea of being followed—not by footsteps, but by eyes that couldn’t look away.’

The thought bloomed slowly in Steve’s mind, dark and warm and hungry.

And as the last of her silhouette disappeared into the garden’s shadow, a slow, crooked smile found his lips.

’If she’s all alone in the garden...then it’s a chance for me to strike...that’s right....I’m gonna hit...’

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