Chapter: Milf Collection System?
"Argh… Where.. where am I?" A youth sat up in bed, disoriented in an unfamiliar, dim wooden room.
Confusion engulfed him as memories flooded his mind.
Ah… what is this? I died and ended up inhabited someone else's body?
With a low groan, he pressed his fingers to his aching temple with his eyes shut, struggling to piece the fragmented memories swirling inside his head.
As the memories resurfaced, he recalled walking home from work when a truck's horn blared incessantly—then everything went black.
The body he occupied?He was Ace—a good-for-nothing scoundrel who wasted his life gambling and chasing after married women.
His current predicament was the consequence of spying on the neighbor's wife while bathing, and severely beaten by her son in retaliation.
"Well, you can hardly blame him; the woman was undeniably captivating."
In addition to his reckless action, Ace harbored secret desires for two other stunning women who lived within the knight's stronghold.
Though not a true knight's fortress, the stronghold served as a residential area for the families of knights working under the Count.
Knights were extremely rare—only one in ten thousand individuals shows the required talent during the assessment held every twelve years.
Consequently, the offspring of knights had a greater chance of inheriting similar abilities.
Within this stronghold, there are over fifty families, with retired knights maintaining its order.
While he pondered his predicament, a sound interrupted his thoughts.
Ding! Congratulations on integrating the Milf Collection System. Please check the system interface for more details.
What is that? Did I hear it right?
"A system?"
At that moment, the system interface appeared before his eyes.
Displayed three options: Status, Mission, and System Shop.
Excited,he clicked on the Status.
Name: Ace
Age: 18
Cultivation: none
Breathing Technique: none
Abilities: none
Innate Abilities: none
MILF Collected: none
Next he opened the Mission.
Mission: Collect MILF with beauty 9-10
Rewards: 1,000 system points.
Mission: Make a MILF Squirt.
Rewards: 10 system points.
Note: increased favorability to increase the rewards.
Ace clicked the System Shop.
The system interface showed six options: Breathing Technique, Abilities, Equipment, Potions, Blood Crystals, and Gold Coins.
As he examined the system, the wooden door creaked open.
"Follow me, let us check his injuries," an aged voice instructed as footsteps echoed and entered the room.
That voice… Well, It was no other than Old Knight Zen, a first-tier knight and the acting commander appointed by the Count to oversee the stronghold affairs.
Ace watched as three figures entered inside his abode.
Old Zen appeared to be in his sixties, with a straight posture and short hair, a striking blend of white streaked with hints of black.
Beside him stood a mature beauty, her long raven hair cascading over her shoulders, her figure marked by graceful curves, and eyes radiated gentleness.
Behind them was a man about Ace's age, tall and muscular with shoulder-length gray hair.
Old Zen's gaze settled on him. "How's your injury? Can you stand up now?"
Ace bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Commander Zen, for your care. I can stand up now, though I still feel some discomfort and occasional minor headaches."
That's good to hear. "Rest for a few days, and you'll be back to full strength soon enough."
"I think so too, but why have you come to see me?"
"I brought Nhor here to apologize and seek your forgiveness," Old Zen explained.
Ace's gaze shifted between the two—Nerissa, the reason he had been beaten, and Nhor, the one who had delivered the blows.
Nerissa stepped forward, her eyes gentle as she addressed him.Please Ace forgive Nhor this time, his actions were unintentional. We'll compensate you and ensure it won't happen again."
Nhor," Nerissa urged and gently tugged her son forward to apologize.
Nhor huffed, casting a sharp glare at Ace with disdain. "Why should I apologize to him? He's nothing more than a scoundrel hiding behind his older brother's name," he muttered resolutely.
Old Zen let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head in disappointment. "Just look at the injury you've caused.
"Instead of apologizing to ease your punishment, you still have the audacity to refuse?"
Nhor responded with a dismissive snort,remaining silent despite his mother's insistence.
While the argument unfolded, Ace's attention was drawn to the label hovering above Nerissa's head.
Name: Nerissa
Beauty: 9
Favorability: 5
A slight curve formed under Ace's lips. In his previous life, he has been an ordinary person, never had time for a girlfriend due to the demands of his job.
But now, in this unfamiliar world, the system granted him the power to gather mature beauties, grow stronger, extend his lifespan, and chase after his desires without restrictions.
His thoughts flickered to the silver coins hidden beneath his pillow. He retrieved one and sat upright.With careful subtlety, he slipped it into Old Zen's palm. "Thank you, Commander Zen, for your care and kindness.
Old Zen smiled knowingly and gently steadied Ace. "Take it easy. Your injuries are serious—any sudden movement could make them worse."
"Since Nhor refused to apologize, he will be confined to the underground prison for a year."
"No… no.. please.Commander Zen! Please don't," Nerissa panicked, she bent her knees and pleaded for mercy.
Don't kneel before this old man. "Whether Nhor faces imprisonment or forgiveness lies solely in Ace's decision."
The mention of this sent a flicker of fear through even the defiant Nhor. Tales of the dark, eerie underground prison had long circulated—a place no one wished to face, even briefly, let alone for an entire year.
Though burning with resentment, Nhor's resolve crumbled. With a reluctant glare at both Old Zen and Ace, he lowered himself to kneel.
"No need."
"Commander Zen, please kindly escort Nhor outside. I wish to speak with Aunt Nerissa alone," Ace said with a sly wink, subtly raising a finger.
Old Zen's smile deepened, instantly grasping the unspoken message.
Without hesitation, Old Zen led the struggling Nhor outside the room and eventually closed the door softly behind them.
Nerissa stared at the closed door behind her."What do you want?"She cautiously asked.
From this distance, Ace caught a faint floral scent, he couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
"You needn't be so anxious, Aunt Nerissa, wincing as he shifted his injured body. "Given my condition, do you really think I'm capable of posing any threat to you?"
Nerissa remained vigilant, her eyes fixed intently on Ace.
However, Ace continued, "If you want Nhor to avoid punishment, you'll have to do something for me."
Nerissa took a deep breath, clenching her fists as her ample chest rose and fell.
Very well.Tell me—what is it that you want?"
A sly smile curved under Ace's lips. "Aunt Nerissa, your husband has been gone for half a year. Your nights grow lonely and you must crave someone's company."
"It pains me to think of you enduring such loneliness."Why not let your nephew keep you company instead?
"Shameless," Nerissa rose abruptly to her feet, her eyes flashed with anger.
She stepped back briefly and turned around to leave.
But then Ace's voice called out from behind her. "Aunt Nerissa, do you really want Nhor to suffer in that dark prison for an entire year?"
Nerissa paused, a flicker of uncertainty flashed through her beautiful eyes.
Ace's voice echoed again, softer this time: "Aunt Nerissa, I'll wait for you tonight."
Nerissa trembled. She turned around, eyes blazed with a mixture of fear and anger, only to find Ace leaning casually against the headboard, eyes closed as if waiting for the inevitable.
Without uttering another word, Nerissa slipped silently from the room, her mind raced with conflicted emotions.
Outside, Nhor watched as his beautiful mother emerged. Concern etched deeply across his face."Mom, did he do anything despicable to you?"
Nerissa shook her head softly. " No..he did nothing. Alright son, let's go," she murmured, then reached out and took Nhor's hand with a reassuring squeeze before guiding him towards their home.
Nhor swallowed hard, catching the comforting scent of his mother and feeling the gentle warmth of her hand in his. His eyes traced the graceful lines of her figure—the flowing cascade of her long black hair falling to her soft waist.
His thoughts drifted, imagining holding his mother in his lap, sharing passionate kisses, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
Watching the mother and son walk away—particularly Nerissa's swaying figure—Old Zen swallowed audibly. If only I were younger, he sighed, shaking his head before he quickly re-entered Ace's abode.
Once inside, he rubbed his palms together, eyes bright with anticipation as he looked at Ace.
"Thank you for your help earlier, Commander Zen."
Ace retrieved another silver coin from beneath his pillow and tossed it toward the old man.
Old Zen caught it eagerly and slipped it into his pocket.
"Young Ace, if you ever need my assistance again, don't hesitate to ask this old man," Old Zen said with a warm smile then departed in a relaxed manner.
Time passed, and night descended. Nhor watched as his mother arranged his bed, a surge of pride swelled within him for having such a beautiful, gentle, and caring woman as his mother.
"How fortunate Dad is to have a wife like Mom," Nhor thought quietly, his eyes flickered with jealousy.
"Son, your bed is ready. It's time to sleep. I'll go to sleep as well," Nerissa said with a warm smile,she picked up the oil lamp and made her way to her room.
Once inside her room, after extinguishing the lamp, Nerissa lay down on the bed but found sleep elusive. Her heart ached with anxiety as she recalled Ace's threat.
Her husband returned home only twice a year due to his duties, leaving her and their son most of the time.
The thought of her son confined in the dark underground prison filled her with dread. Even adults could barely endure such isolation without losing their insanity, how much more would Nhor suffer facing a full year of confinement.
Taking a deep breath, she glanced towards her son's room and heard him snoring.
Nerissa rose from her bed with caution so as not to disturb Nhor then slipped out into the night.
Meanwhile, Ace remained awake, the lamp casted a warm glow across the room.
Waiting patiently—anticipating Nerissa's arrival.
Moments later, a soft, hesitant knock echoed at the door. He got up. "Who's there?" Ace called out.
"It's me," came a soft, female voice.
A smile played on his lips, opening the door and found Nerissa stood over beyond the threshold, clad in a delicate black dress that accentuated her graceful figure.
Before she could gather her thoughts, Ace took her hand, and pulled her gently into his embrace, with a creaked he closed the door.