Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 82: The Puppeteer’s String (2)

Chapter 82: The Puppeteer’s String (2)

’Hmmm...’

Steve noticed it then—

Fiona’s eyes, flickering up ana about him as though she was mildu puzzled... In this case, she was, since his eyes were fixated on the system interface which she still couldn’t see.

A quiet chuckle nearly escaped his lips, but he caught himself.

’Of course.’ he thought.

’Noone else can see the interface besides me. I can’t let that slip.’

His gaze shifted back to Fiona. She was still breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, her skin glistening with sweat.

Her eyes traced slowly from his cock back up to his face— as her face reddened with a blush.

’Oh, Stevian...’ she thought, her lips parted, eyes locked on his.

But then, taking a soft sigh, she flickered her eyes away as she moved- adjusting herself, her full breasts rising as she sat up slightly.

Steve’s eyes followed them—round, heavy, flushed, her nipples still stiff and glistening. Beads of sweat trickled down her neck, pooling gently in her marvelous cleavage.

He reached out, almost reverently, cupping one of her breasts in his palm. His thumb brushed her nipple, and she inhaled sharply as a gentle moan escaped her.

’Mmm...’

Their eyes met again—still locked, still alive with heat.

A smile crept onto his face, crooked, a little uncertain.

"Did I treat you right?" he asked, voice low and rough.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to.

The way she looked at him—eyes soft, desire still quietly smoldering—was all the answer he needed.

Her breath had been taken completely—stolen by the waves he’d sent crashing through her.

But then, finally, she found her voice—fragile and breathless.

"Y-Yes..." she whispered.

"You... you did."

Her cheeks were flushed, glowing with color, her body still trembling faintly. Steve reached out, brushing his hand along her cheek, his thumb tracing the edge of her flushed skin like he was admiring a masterpiece.

She was beautiful—still powerful, still radiant—but now softer, pliant. Tamed.

’Hehe...she’s mine now. All mine. Just like Maggie. Just like Tonya..Now, they’re all mine, and to top that off, I have magic now!’

With that, a soft, satisfied chuckle left him as he stepped back, muscles loosening.

He pulled his pants back up slowly, the final moment of the night settling over him like a warm breath.

His hands moved to the door, untying the makeshift knot they’d used to keep it closed. Without much thought, he tied his belt around his own waist, eyes flickering as he glanced back.

Fiona was adjusting herself now, sliding down from the barrel she’d perched on. Her fingers fumbled with her clothes, trying to make herself look presentable again, though it was no use. Her skin still glowed.

Her thighs still trembled, still soiled by the several sprouts of his warm semen. And her mind... her thoughts were anything but innocent.

She wiped the mess from her legs with shaking hands, her body flushed, heart still pounding.

But her mind?

It was spiraling.

’I didn’t even think... I didn’t know he could even fit inside me. He’s so... so incredible...’

Her face burned deeper, and she bit her lip, caught somewhere between awe and desire.

Because now she knew.

And she couldn’t unknow it.

Fiona’s eyes lingered on Steve, flickering with quiet admiration as she steadied her breath.

Her mind was still spinning, the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her body.

’He really helped me this time. The pleasure... it was overwhelming. My legs are still trembling. He’s just so goddamn good... I’m completely—’

A soft chuckle escaped Steve’s lips, cutting into her thoughts as he muttered all so casually.

"So... how do we do this?"

"We can’t just walk out together. We definitely made a scene in here. There’s probably a crowd outside." He murmured.

Fiona blinked, reality sinking back in. Steve looked at her, eyes calm, calculating.

"Hmm...actually, you’re right."

"How about this." he said.

"You leave first. I’ll wait five minutes and come out after. It’ll be less suspicious."

At this point, Fiona was as submissive as she’d ever been—her powerful presence softened into something docile and warm. She simply nodded.

"Okay."

She gathered herself, adjusting her clothes as best she could.

Her steps were cautious, legs still unsteady, hands folded awkwardly across herself as if trying to contain the heat still burning under her skin.

She passed Steve quietly, offering him a final glance as she stepped out the door.

Steve was alone now, the silence closing in like a curtain.

He turned his gaze toward the glowing interface still hovering in front of him.

"Alright... now that she’s gone." he muttered under his breath.

"let’s take a look at this."

The words floated clearly before his eyes-

[Puppeteer’s String – Power Core Acquired]

Steve narrowed his eyes.

"Puppeteer String... what the hell is that?"

Just below the title, a small prompt blinked-

[Info?]

"Info." he said aloud.

At once, the notification shifted. A new display unfolded, and with it, the explanation began scrolling like sacred text. Steve’s eyes followed every word.

[Description:]

> The Puppeteer was the right hand of the Son of Hades. In his final moments in this world, he transferred his ability—the Puppeteer’s String—to his lord as a final act of loyalty.

The Puppeteer’s String grants the user the power to control others through invisible threads of will.

Possession depends on the difference in willpower between user and target. Strings appear at the nape of the target’s neck. The stronger your willpower, the more strings you can control.

Improve your willpower to control all that you desire.<

Steve stood frozen, the weight of the words sinking deep into him.

’The Puppeteer... the Son of Hades... control others? Through willpower?’

His breath hitched slightly as realization struck. He read it again. And then once more.

Three times he confirmed what his eyes saw. His thoughts swirled.

"This... this is fucking insane." he whispered.

Then louder, grinning to himself:

"This is a goddamn goldmine...no, that’s an understatement...this ability...is fucking OP!"

He stuttered as a low, breathless laugh escaped him.