Should I use the teleportation skill?

I really didn’t want to.

The last time I’d used it, I’d collapsed the moment I stepped out of the dungeon and spent two days in the hospital. The headache afterward had been so unbearable I’d honestly thought I was dying.

According to the system, I needed to reach Iron rank before I could use teleportation without suffering severe side effects.

So for now, it wasn’t an option.

Then I remembered something.

Right.

I’d almost forgotten.

I focused inward.

"System, use the Triple Rank Upgrade Card on the Teleportation Skill."

The familiar mechanical voice echoed in my mind.

[As you wish.]

A translucent screen appeared before me.

[Initiating upgrade.]

[Teleportation Skill detected.]

[Current Rank: C]

[Applying Triple Rank Upgrade Card.]

[Processing...]

[26%... 53%... 80%... 91%... 96%... 100%]

[Congratulations, Host!]

[Teleportation Skill has been upgraded to S Rank.]

I dismissed the screen and rested for another minute before standing.

Even after catching my breath, my legs still ached.

If I kept climbing at this pace, reaching Eden’s apartment would take another hour...

Ten exhausting minutes later, I finally reached his floor.

After taking a deep breath, I rang the doorbell.

The door opened a few seconds later.

Eden looked me up and down.

"Dude... you okay?"

"Say that again," I replied flatly, "and I’m kicking your ass."

He blinked.

"I was just asking."

"Move."

I pushed past him and collapsed onto the couch.

God, I was exhausted.

Eden shut the door.

"Wait... you didn’t use your teleportation skill?"

I glared at him.

"Why do you think I kept calling you?"

Instead of apologizing, the idiot smiled.

"That’s actually good. Think of it as exercise."

I stared at him.

Unbelievable. This bastard...

"The next time you invite me over to play games," I said, "I’m refusing."

Eden raised his hands. "Come on, Mic. I was joking. I’ll help next time. I was just busy this time."

I narrowed my eyes. "Busy with what, exactly? While I was climbing forty flights of stairs?"

Eden hesitated for a split second. "Uh..."

I watched him glance toward Miss May, clearly looking for backup.

"Yeah, I was helping my mom with dinner," he said quickly.

I raised an eyebrow. "You know you told me you can’t cook at all, right? About a year ago. Your exact words."

Eden shook his head. "Bro, I have no idea what you’re talking about. You must’ve hit your head on the way up."

"You Blood-"

Before I could argue further, Miss May’s voice cut through the room.

"Boys, dinner’s ready."

Eden perked up right away. "Coming, Mom!"

He left without looking back.

After a few seconds, I sighed and followed.

Anyway, this time dinner was different from last time. The biggest change was that Eden sat next to me instead of Miss May.

Why the hell was he sitting here?

I’d actually wanted to sit next to her.

Damn it.

After finishing the meal, I headed to Eden’s room.

The moment I stepped inside, I froze.

Everything was spotless. The floor was clean. The desk was organized.

There wasn’t a single piece of trash lying around.

How?

According to Michael’s memories, Eden’s room usually looked like a disaster zone.

He was the type of gamer who forgot the outside world once he got hooked on something.

"What?" Eden asked. "Surprised?"

"I’ve never seen your room this clean."

"I’m not that messy."

I gave him a skeptical look.

"Sure."

He laughed and pointed toward his gaming setup.

"What do you think?"

As expected, everything was top-of-the-line.

Dual monitors.

A high-end PC.

Premium chair.

The whole setup screamed expensive.

"Looks good."

He grinned.

"Perfect. Let’s pull an all-nighter."

I shook my head.

"Not happening."

"Seriously?"

"I actually like sleeping."

He sighed dramatically.

"I canceled a dungeon expedition today just so we could play together."

"I still have no intention of staying up all night."

"What a boring friend."

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

He tossed me a headset.

"Fine. Let’s play."

---

Two hours later...

"Watch the tank!" Eden shouted.

A second later, our jeep exploded.

"Damn it!" I groaned.

"That’s our third loss," Eden muttered before taking a drink.

"What kind of players are these?"

He listened to the voices coming through his headset before laughing.

"They’re asking if we want to play four-on-four."

"Sure."

I stood and stretched.

"But first, I’m taking a bathroom break."

"Don’t take forever."

"I won’t."

As I reached the door, Eden smirked.

"You’re getting old already?"

I looked back.

"Says the guy who can’t carry a single match."

"My reaction speed is still better than yours."

"My aim is better."

"Your aim doesn’t matter if you’re dead first."

"This next round, I’m carrying the team by myself. Then you’ll find out who’s actually getting older!"

Eden snorted.

"Keep dreaming. Go splash some water on your face before you start dreaming in the middle of the match too."

I clicked my tongue and headed for the door.

Fuck that guy.

Leaving the room, I made my way toward the bathroom.

A few minutes later, after taking care of business and washing my hands, I leaned over the sink and splashed cold water across my face several times.

The cool water helped immediately.

Looking up, I saw my own reflection in the mirror.

My eyes were slightly red.

Not surprising.

I’d spent the last two hours staring at a screen without taking a single break.

In hindsight, I probably should’ve stepped away for a few minutes between matches instead of playing nonstop.

Letting out a sigh, I turned off the faucet and left the bathroom.

The hallway was quiet as I made my way back toward Eden’s room.

A short distance later, the light beneath Miss May’s door caught my attention.

Eden’s yelling from his room had probably kept her awake anyway, but I still tried to move quietly down the hallway.

I was just about to pass her door when it opened. Miss May stepped out, not seeing me at first, and nearly walked straight into me as she turned toward the bathroom.

"Sorry," I said, stepping back quickly. "I—"

The words died in my throat the moment I saw what she was wearing. Or rather, what she wasn’t.

She had on nothing but an oversized white men’s dress shirt, unbuttoned and hanging open. Beneath it, only a pair of flimsy white panties. As she turned, the shirt shifted, giving me a brief, heart-stopping glimpse of her bare right breast and its hard, rosy nipple.

My eyes locked onto it before I could stop myself.

Miss May flinched and pulled the shirt over her breast, but she didn’t close it fully.

She held the fabric just over her nipple, leaving the inner curves of both breasts exposed.

The sight was incredibly sexy... smooth, firm skin framed by white fabric, her flat stomach on full display. My gaze drifted lower, drawn to the sheer panties that hid almost nothing except a small lace patch over her pussy.

"Hey, Michael," she said softly, her voice warm and teasing. "I was wondering if you’d ever come out here."

"Um, sorry," I muttered, forcing my eyes away from her body. "I was just heading back to—"

"What’s the rush, honey?" She tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Would you rather stare at video games than look at me?"

"I..." I swallowed hard. "You’re kind of... undressed."

"Undressed?" She raised an eyebrow, amused. "I’d say my tits are hanging out."

"What?"

"Are you deaf or just nervous?" She lifted her arm along the doorway, and the shirt slipped away from her left breast completely.

I stared for a moment, heat rushing through me, before I managed to look down at the floor. "I, um... I should really get back to Eden, Miss..."

"Yeah, I suppose you should, since he’s still awake," she said. "But I thought you’d at least want a proper look at your present."

"My present?"

I glanced up again. She’d lowered her arm and now leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed just beneath her partially exposed breasts.

The sight pulled my gaze higher. She was wearing makeup, deep red lips, smoky eyes, and her long hair hung loose. She looked stunning.

"I told you I had something special for you, Michael." Her smile made my cock twitch in my shorts. "Something we’ve both been waiting for."

Wait. Sex?

"W-wait, you... you..." I stammered.

"Aw, look at you. So nervous." She chuckled softly. "If you’re like this now, I wonder how you’ll be when I actually give it to you."

"I... are you saying you were going to—"

"Fuck you." She looked me straight in the eyes. "Yes, Michael. I was going to fuck you."

"Goddamn," I whispered.

Was she serious?

She wouldn’t be standing here flashing me if she wasn’t.

My best friend’s mother wanted me.

"That’s all you can say?" She winked. "Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you’re already thinking about mine?"

"M-Miss May, we... we can’t."

"Of course we can."

"What about Eden?" I asked, my voice low.

Fuck, He’s right down the hall. What if he comes out?

Miss May said, "What about him? I don’t plan on telling him. Do you?"

"No, but... are you really serious?"

"I wouldn’t be showing you my tits if I wasn’t." She let her arms fall, giving me another quick flash before the shirt settled again. "I meant what I said earlier, Michael. There are things in this house that need attention. These tits..."

"They’re... damn," I breathed, at a loss for better words.

"And my poor little pussy." She slid her hand slowly down her stomach and over the lace, stroking herself through the fabric with a soft moan. "It’s been too long since it got the attention it deserves."

The sound sent another jolt through me. She reached out, tilting my chin up with her fingers. "Do you want to make me purr, Michael?"

"You really want me to?"

"Oh, yes. I’ve been waiting for your hands on me." She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my face close, her lips brushing my ear. "Can you fuck me the way I’ve been dreaming about? Can you lick my pussy until I cum? Do you want to watch me get on my knees and suck your cock until you finish on my face?"

"Jesus," I whispered.

"Because I will. I’ll blow you better than anything you’ve seen in porn. Are you ready for that, Michael? Ready to fuck a real woman?"

This couldn’t be real. Part of me kept waiting to wake up from another filthy dream about Eden’s hot mom. But her fingers in my hair felt solid, and her warm breath on my neck was too real to deny.

"I’ve been waiting for you, Michael. I promised myself the next time I saw you, I’d do what I wanted to do last year. And now here you are, looking even better than before. I want to take you for a long, hard ride—if you want it too."

Her lips pressed against my neck. A pathetic whimper escaped me, and I felt my face burn with embarrassment.

"Oh, I like that sound," she purred. "What are you going to sound like when you cum in my mouth?"

"I don’t know," I admitted, still feeling dazed.

"Well, let’s find out." She leaned back and tugged at her shirt like she might flash me again, then paused. "Tell me what you want."

I glanced nervously at Eden’s door and whispered, "Miss May... can I see your tits?"

"Just see them? You don’t want to suck on them? Play with them? Maybe even cum on them?"

Say yes, you idiot.

I opened my mouth, but before I could answer, Eden’s bedroom door creaked open loudly.

Miss May stepped back into her doorway, out of sight from the hall.

"Michael, what the hell? Those guys are waiting for us!" Eden frowned when he spotted me near his mom’s room. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I’m just talking to your mom," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"No," she whispered behind the door, "you were staring at his mother’s tits."

She opened the shirt just enough for another quick glimpse, then wagged her tongue at me playfully before closing it again. I fought to keep a neutral expression as Eden spoke.

"Talk to her tomorrow, we—"

"It’s my fault, Eden," Miss May called out, quickly buttoning her shirt. She leaned into the hallway. "I caught Michael to talk about a few things that need taking care of."

"Oh, okay. I’ll just cancel the game then."

"No, he’ll be back in a minute," she said with a wink in my direction. "It’s not like he can handle anything right this second. But now he knows exactly what I need."

"I’ll tell them to wait a couple minutes."

"No, I’m all set. You boys go play. But Eden?"

"What, Mom?"

"Shut it down in one hour."

"What? It’s Friday night!"

"And you have a dungeon expedition tomorrow morning. I’m tired of listening to you yell, and I need to sleep." Another wink my way. "Tomorrow night you can stay up, but tonight I want you in bed in exactly one hour."

"Fine," Eden muttered, retreating into his room.

As soon as his door closed, Miss May stepped closer again. She reached down and squeezed my cock through my pants, making me gasp. "Mmm. I’m going to have to make sure I don’t yell too loud."

"Miss May... This... I... I..."

Fuck... What should I do now? What should I say?

What type stupid question is that? I should definately say "Yes".

"Miss May..."