Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 69: A Hundred

Chapter 69: A Hundred

The golden-haired girl, sprawled on the floor like some fallen goddess, her soft curves barely hidden beneath that thin nightdress, had stirred something in him.

Steve’s hand remained outstretched, a silent offer of help—or maybe something more.

He still had his usual charm ready, like a card tucked up his sleeve, just in case things got tricky.

But for now, he simply waited.

Without a word, without even glancing at him, she moved.

Her fingers curled around the scattered snacks—the bread rolls and baked biscuits that lay forgotten on the floor—and she pressed them tightly against the swell of her breasts.

The sight was arresting- those ample, soft mounds barely contained by that fragile fabric, nipples pressing hard against the cloth, a teasing silhouette that promised more than it revealed.

She lifted herself up with a soft, almost broken sigh, and then she turned away, fleeing the scene with quick, almost frantic steps.

Steve’s outstretched hand dropped slowly to his side, still tingling from the sudden brush of rejection.

"Ummm..."

His surprise hung in the air, thick and palpable. Before he could utter a single word, she was gone-vanishing like a ghost through the hallway, leaving only the faintest scent of her delicate perfume behind.

"The fuck?" Steve muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

"Weirdo much."

His eyes flickered toward the dim corridor, as if expecting her to reappear, to turn around and give him some clue.

But no—just shadows and silence. Well, since that didn’t work out exactly as planned, he thought with a shrug, better just head back.

He slipped back into the shadows of the hallway, his footsteps quiet and measured.

The thrill of the chase, of a near encounter, still lingered on his skin like a faint electric buzz.

And soon enough, he found himself standing before his room, the door slightly ajar.

With a soft push, he opened it and stepped inside. The room was shrouded in darkness, candles long since extinguished, but the moonlight filtering through the window painted silver stripes across the floor.

Dina lay peacefully asleep beneath the heavy blanket, her breathing slow and steady, oblivious to his return.

Steve’s eyes roamed around the quiet space. This was his reality now—at least for the moment—a twisted little corner of a fantasy harem story he’d always played out in his mind.

Usually, in those stories, when the main character sneaks back into his room after some secret adventure, there’s always someone waiting in the shadows, someone ready to confront or seduce him. But there was no one here. Just him and the soft sounds of night.

A chill ran down his spine, not from fear, but from anticipation.

He crossed the room and dropped heavily onto his bed, the mattress sinking beneath him with a soft groan.

His hands rested behind his head as he exhaled, the tension of the night unraveling slowly.

"Ah..." he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.

"...Finally."

He let his fingers trail over his face, feeling the faint stickiness of his earlier... activities.

The taste of Tonya’s lips still lingered in his mind—a sweet, warm memory he couldn’t shake.

"You know..." he whispered to the dark.

"...Tonya might be good at sucking my dick, but she’s just one."

His smile twisted mischievously as he rolled onto his side, eyes glinting with the thrill of his secret conquests.

"I’ve got three now—Fiona, Maggie, and Tonya. Three beautiful girls wrapped around my fingers...it took some time, but I finally got it. It’s just the beginning of the overlord’s journey."

His hand traced a lazy circle on the side of his cheek, imagining the warmth of their skin against his.

"I haven’t even properly sealed the deal with Fiona yet..." he admitted aloud.

"I haven’t fucked her yet, not really. But I already have her under control."

His thoughts drifted to the possibilities, to the sweet cruelty of his growing harem.

The power, the pleasure, the endless potential.

"Should I finish with Fiona first?" he wondered.

"Or keep expanding? Meet more girls, collect more..." His voice faltered for a moment, then he laughed softly.

"Harem members."

He glanced at Dina, still asleep, her form half-covered by the blanket.

The fabric had slipped just enough to reveal the curve of her ass—soft, full, and utterly tempting.

Steve’s breath hitched, and a flush rose to his cheeks as memories flooded back.

Just a few hours ago, she had been stretching in the room, that perfect ass arching and beckoning, the subtle sway of her hips promising a private invitation.

He could still feel the heat of desire thrumming through his body.

His grin grew wider, darker.

"No way..." he muttered, voice low and filled with longing.

"I’m not going to put my missions on pause just for Fiona."

He chuckled, a rough, appreciative sound.

"Because what’s better than one harem? A hundred. It most definitely will not be easy, but that makes things more...fun."

He closed his eyes, savoring the image of countless beautiful women, all theirs for the taking.

His fingers absentmindedly toyed with the edge of his jacket, the fabric cool beneath his touch.

"Dina... yeah, she’s the one I should focus on next. Flexible, gymnastic, and—most importantly—she’s got the body I need."

He pictured her in his mind: lithe and strong, with curves that could bend and sway like a flame. Her skin smooth and inviting, her eyes bright with fierce determination.

"As I get stronger..." he vowed quietly.

"...as my magic grows, I’ll make her mine. I’ll fuck her like no one’s ever fucked her before. I’ll be the strongest mage, the one who claims the Queen Witcher."

A slow smile crept across his lips, the kind that promises mischief and satisfaction.

"...Speaking of the Queen Witcher...she must think I’m slow or something to not notice her attempts to tame me...hehe...she has no idea she’s dealing with me. I’m gonna tame her brutally...I’m gonna tame all the MILFs!"

But even as the drowsiness began to pull at his limbs, there was still a question that haunted him—a delicious thought lingering like a whisper.

"If this is really a progressing harem story then...could there possibly be a goddess more milfy... more sexy... than the queen witcher out there for me?"

His pulse quickened at the fantasy. A goddess draped in shadows and power, a temptress who could dominate every inch of his soul and body.

With a soft sigh, Steve settled deeper into the bed, his mind swimming with images of silk and skin, and stolen touches.

Tonight had been good.

Tomorrow promised to be even better.