Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 93: The Right Motivation

Chapter 93: The Right Motivation

’This can’t be happening.’

’She said no. She actually said no.’

Steve’s voice broke through the silence, barely a whisper.

"W-why won’t you help me?"

His head lowered, fists clenched tight at his sides. Confusion and desperation surged through him, boiling over.

"You told me I had potential." he muttered, his voice trembling.

"You were the one who said I could become something. So why... why won’t you help me now?"

The Queen Witcher said nothing at first. She stood still, eyes unreadable, before slowly rising to her feet. Her footsteps echoed as she walked toward him, calm and measured.

But Steve couldn’t lift his gaze.

His thoughts crashed against one another, chaotic and spiraling. If she wouldn’t train him... then who would? How could he ever hope to survive the mission? He had no guidance, no assurance, no edge.

’If she says no, then what’s left?’

Quitting? No. He couldn’t skip the mission—not without drawing suspicion. But going meant walking into death without a weapon.

’Damned if I do. Damned if I don’t.’

No matter what path he took, the end looked the same.

’I die.’

"God damn it... you were the one who told me I could become a strong magician." he snapped, frustration rising in his voice.

"So why won’t you help me now?"

His breath quickened. His fists clenched.

But then, before the anger could fully bloom, she stepped forward.

The Queen Witch’s hands slid around his neck—slow, smooth, possessive. With one fluid motion, she pulled him close, her plush breasts pressing against his.

And then his face sank into her bare breasts.

Warm. Soft. Overwhelming.

His eyes widened as her skin enveloped him—smooth and supple, with little to no fabric between them.

Her breasts were full, heavy, and impossibly plush, cradling his cheeks and muffling his breath.

His body froze. His voice caught in his throat.

Her arms tightened slightly around him, fingers threading into his hair as she held him there, his head buried between her massive, natural breasts. His blush deepened as the warmth of her skin pressed into every part of his face—skin to skin, soft to soft.

"Shhh..." she breathed, lips close to his ear.

’What is she doing to me...?’ he thought, barely able to focus.

"You’re not going to die." she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.

"Not while I’m still holding you."

A soft gasp escaped his lips. His eyes flickered open.

She knows.

He looked up to see her watching him—those glowing caring eyes.

She smiled, lowering her chin to press him further into her chest. Her breasts shifted, molding around him, wrapping him in a cocoon of warmth and softness.

"There’s no need to be afraid." she whispered, voice like silk sliding over skin.

"You have quite the luck by your side... if you need magic training, I suppose I am the best fit for you."

She leaned in, her lips barely grazing his temple.

"And if you feel it’s still not enough..." Her voice dropped to a seductive murmur.

"Your roommate, Dina... she’s quite talented with a sword. Maybe you should watch how she handles a weapon."

Her words lingered, heavy with meaning, as her fingers traced a slow line down the back of his neck.

He remained in her arms, dazed, flushed, and breathless—held tightly between the curves of a woman who promised power, comfort... and pending pleasure.

"But still..." her voice was low, silky.

"I’m sorry to say this, but I can’t help you. Not yet. I can’t be the one to train you—not unless you earn it."

His breath caught the moment she guided his head downward, and his face sank—slowly, helplessly—into the plush valley between her bare breasts.

No bra. No barrier. Just skin. Soft, warm, and far too much for him to process at once.

They enveloped him—utterly. His cheeks flushed with heat as his face was swallowed by the overwhelming softness.

He froze.

Still... his thoughts wandered. He cursed himself inwardly.

’God damn it... if I’d used Charm Master earlier, this would’ve been perfect. Why the hell does the cooldown have to be so long?’

A shaky laugh slipped from his mouth, muffled against her skin. He didn’t pull away. Didn’t want to. There was nowhere safer. Nowhere softer.

His cock stirred—barely contained—mixed with a deep, maddening affection. He wasn’t just being seduced.

He was being undone.

Still... he didn’t want to rush it. As much as he loved the feel of her massive, naked breasts surrounding him, as much as his mind screamed to take advantage of the moment—he stayed there. Breathing her in.

Feeling her hold him like he mattered.

His twitching fingers slowly curled around her waist.

He was slipping deeper into her presence, caught between comfort and temptation.

And just as his thoughts began to blur completely...

She spoke again.

"If you’re really that scared of not making it through your first mission." she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

"then maybe you need the right motivation."

She flicked her eyes up, a subtle smile curving her lips as she looked down at him. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

"If you do survive... I’ll let you suck on my milky tits. For as long as you want."

Steve froze.

"Wait... what?"

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away.

"You heard me." she said, tone breathy but steady.

"Make it back alive... and you can bury your face between them. Take your time. I won’t stop you."

He stared at her, searching for a hint of sarcasm, a smirk—anything to suggest she was joking. But there was nothing. She was dead serious.

And that realization hit him like a jolt of lightning.

’Holy fuck... she’s serious. Top of the harem list. No contest.’

His gaze dropped, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt—the soft curves straining against the fabric, nipples slightly outlined.

’God, they looked full, warm, heavy.’

He could already imagine how they’d taste, how they’d feel in his hands, on his tongue...

’No way I’m dying now. Not with that waiting for me.’

His pulse quickened, blood rushing south.

"Yeah. That was a reward worth fighting for.’

Wouldn’t you agree?

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