Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 77: Getting Magic Skills?

Chapter 77: Getting Magic Skills?

[Ding.]

The system notification rang out loud, displaying the text as Steve added a full stop to the last portion of his written sentence on the author’s notebook-

[Task completed.]

He let out a sigh, as he stretched back in his bed, since he was back in his room, and muttered.

"Okay, finally. I’m done... if I can get this done, maybe I really do have a shot. A shot at becoming more powerful."

Resting on his lap was the author’s notebook—his life, written in lines and choices.

He had already stepped out earlier, ready to meet Fiona. But then the thought hit him:

’Why chase pleasure when I can complete both tasks at once?’

So he had come back, and written on the notebook-

"Player, upon completing his harem with Fiona, achieves a partial ability of the Son of Hades."

It was only a partial ability... but it was something. A path forward.

And with that ability written, he stood up and stepped out of the room.

***

Step... step... step...

Each footfall echoed down the dimly lit hallway, the sound soft, measured.

Steve moved slowly, deliberately.

Dusk had descended, blurring the edges of the entire academy, making the world softer, quieter.

Shadows danced along the corridor walls, stretching with each flicker of the overhead torches mounted on the walls.

’Room 512,’ he reminded himself again.

’That’s Fiona’s room number...damn it...which way again?’ He thought once more, as he flickered his eyes from side to side in search of his next route.

He wasn’t rushing.

No—he savored each moment. The feel of the smooth stone floor beneath his shoes, the gentle hush of girls passing by, the occasional giggle behind whispered gossip.

They still weren’t used to seeing him here—a man, among them. Even now, some paused mid-step, eyes drawn to him with curiosity, awe... and some others...utter disgust.

He could feel their stares, their speculation. It clung to him like perfume.

But Steve didn’t falter. He walked with calm resolve, his purpose too sharp to be dulled by rumors or roving glances.

’Let them look...’ he thought, lips twitching slightly.

’...I’m not here for them tonight...I have a bigger mission ahead- Fiona.’

His eyes skimmed the plaques as he passed by, his lips muttering the numbers softly as he moved.

"506...508...510. Almost there."

Every step closer brought a strange tightness to his chest. Not fear—just... anticipation.

Fiona’s voice still lingered in his mind from their last conversation...or rather, from their last close encounter- when she had devoured his full length like it was truly nothing.

’Damn...she sure does know how to work her tongue...I’ll give her her flowers on that.’

He loved everything. The way she looked at him, the way her smile twisted like she knew exactly what she was doing.

And in due time, he was...here

"Room 512."

He paused his steps.

His hand stayed in his pocket, fingers lightly brushing the folded piece of paper she’d given him on his arrival. Just in case he forgot. He hadn’t...nothing after the immense deepthroat she had put him through.

’This has to be it.’ he thought, drawing in a slow breath.

He raised his hand and knocked.

Knock.

knock.

Knock.

There was a pending silence as Steve took a step back, letting his eyes wander casually along the corridor while he waited.

His mind flicked briefly to the idea of where he’d take her as he immediately realized he hadn’t finalized a location to complete his intentions.

The garden came to mind—bathed in moonlight, secluded. Romantic. But then he muttered softly to himself, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"Please Tonya and Fiona in one location?... no good. Someone’ll most definitely sight me if I over-use that location."

However, before he could reconsider, the door creaked.

He straightened, eyes lifting.

The girl who answered wasn’t Fiona.

She was petite, maybe a bit shorter than Fiona, with her hair tied into a lazy bun.

The girl who opened the door froze, the smile that had started to form vanishing before it could fully bloom.

She stood still, caught in a moment of silent recognition, eyes slightly wide—shocked.

’Huh...she’s...One of Jenny’s lackeys...’ Steve recalled.

Her hand lingered on the doorknob, the door only half-open, as she stared at him with a mix of confusion and unease.

Her own thoughts on the other hand, ran faster than her heartbeat.

’This guy... why is he here?’ Her eyes flicked to the hallway behind him.

’Is he here to finish what he started?’

She squared her shoulders, trying to summon courage from somewhere deep inside.

’I mean... If he does...I could probably take him, right?’ But even as the thought passed, doubt followed.

’ No... Lady Jenny was scared of him. And she’s way stronger than me.’ The idea unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.

’So...that would mean...he’s stronger...than lady Jenny?’

Still, she kept her voice steady—or at least, tried to. Her posture stiffened slightly as she met his gaze head-on, masking the tension in her jaw with practiced ease.

’Don’t show it. Don’t let him see you’re scared.’

"What do you want?" she asked, trying to sound indifferent—but Steve heard the strain in her voice.

’Ohh? She’s scared...’ he realized.

’...I didn’t even do shit.’

He tilted his head slightly.

"512?" he asked.

"This is Fiona’s room, right?"

She hesitated. Her gaze swept over him, slowly, eyes narrowed in appraisal.

"You know Fiona?" she asked, voice low.

Steve didn’t answer right away.

But he didn’t need to.

From inside the room, there was a sudden shift. A familiar voice called out—eager, unmistakable.

"Stevien?!"

Then came the sound of rushing footsteps. The door flung open wider.

And there she was.

Fiona.

Her hair was unkempt in the way that only made her look more effortless—like she hadn’t planned for company, but somehow, she was still stunning.

She wore a simple cotton dress. But on her, it hugged too perfectly. The neckline dipped just slightly, revealing a teasing swell of her succulent breasts and cleavage.

Her hips swayed with every step as she came forward, barefoot, her eyes wide with excitement.

She threw the door open and rushed to the threshold, slipping past the girl.

As she moved, her body did not lie—her breasts bounced freely beneath the thin fabric, the softness and weight of them impossible to ignore.

’Damn...’ Steve thought, his mouth dry.

’She really doesn’t hold back.’

Fiona’s eyes sparkled as she took his hand.

"You came." she said, her voice a whisper now, just for him. Her fingers curled around his. Warm. Soft.

Steve glanced briefly at the girl standing behind her— the one still glaring daggers.

"She’s with me," Fiona said casually, flicking her eyes back at her friend.

"Don’t worry."

Her friend scowled.

"You shouldn’t be around him... He’s bad news."

Fiona just laughed, a low, sultry sound that made Steve’s stomach flutter.

"Oh, come on. You’re overexaggerating." She gave Steve a sideways glance and smirked.

Her friend didn’t look convinced.

But Fiona didn’t care. She stepped into the hallway, closing the space between her and Steve. Their bodies nearly brushed.

"So..." she said slowly, voice dropping an octave.

"...you really came to see me tonight?"

Steve looked at her then—not just at her beauty, but at the softness in her gaze, the mischievous tug of her lips.

His eyes wandered down, briefly, taking her in. The gentle swell of her hips, the curve of her thighs beneath the hem of her dress, the bare skin of her legs catching the warm corridor light.

’She’s gorgeous...mm...I’m gonna love every bit of this. Since I can’t have Maggie right now...I’m gonna fuck her instead.’ he thought, feeling the heat rise in his chest.

"I just wanted to see you." he murmured, voice calm, almost innocent.

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