My Milf Harem Conquest System In A Women's World-Chapter 52: Dark Feeling

After their intimate encounter, Jason drove her back to the Café in his own car. Layla had left her vehicle there earlier, choosing to follow him instead, and the situation revealed more about her than she had ever stated aloud. She was a virgin, financially independent, and entirely unsupported by any man, having worked steadily until she could afford her own car through personal effort. It was not a modest purchase either, but something refined and exclusive, enough to make him briefly consider whether she came from a wealthy family background.

The thought did not linger for long. Her earlier reaction when he invited her to the Café lacked the ease and entitlement typical of someone raised among excess, though appearances often concealed more than they revealed. He had learned long ago that assumptions were unreliable, and he felt no urgency to investigate her life beyond what she chose to offer. If questions needed asking, he would raise them in his own time. For now, other priorities demanded his attention.

One certainty remained clear in his mind. Layla was now his official girlfriend, not merely a fleeting partner of convenience. That distinction mattered, even if it did not imply exclusivity on his part, nor did it require the abandonment of the other women already in his life.

’Hell no.’

Jason closed his eyes briefly once she had driven away and he had settled behind the wheel again. His hands tightened around the steering wheel as a slow breath escaped him, his thoughts turning inward as he considered how best to organise his next moves. Only moments earlier, he had crossed an irreversible line with a woman experiencing her first intimacy, and the intent behind it had not been innocent. That realisation carried weight, especially given that it had occurred during their very first meeting.

"Fuck. Sex really does cloud judgment when it strikes without warning," he muttered.

"Now that I think about it, nearly a month has passed since the system last issued a quest. Could it actually be out of tasks for me?"

The question lingered unanswered as the engine hummed steadily beneath his hands.

After much pondering, he decided to summon the system.

Name: Jason Brown

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‎[Level: 8]

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‎[Wealth: $54 Billion]

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‎[Stamina: 400]

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‎[Charm: 400]

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‎[Conquered MILFs: 67 (^1)]

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‎[Skills: Cooking (Lv.19), Business (Lv.27), Bargaining (Lv.45), Academic Knowledge (Lv.20), Banging (Lv.19)]

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‎[Quests: 0]

Jason tilted his head to the side while staring at the quest tab. Honestly, it did not feel right. He felt that he had come a long way, obviously, yet something still felt missing. More than that, it felt as though something significant was approaching, something that would crack him open completely, but he could not quite place it. He shook his head to dismiss the thought and chose to focus on lesser matters, such as which of the sixty seven women would become pregnant first.

In all honesty, he was not sure. Still, Jason remained confident that these women had already been dominated by him, and that no man could take them from him. That thought triggered another idea. He needed to visit San Gabriel soon, but since the day was already gone, he would have to postpone it until tomorrow.

Even so, he already had several matters scheduled for the next day. Jason found himself stuck, weighing which was more important, especially since it had been a while since he last heard from Claire, who managed the villa over there.

As that thought settled, a dark feeling pressed down on him, urging him to choose the visit over the important meetings. Jason pulled out his phone and called Daniel.

When Daniel answered with a bright voice, Jason spoke quickly, his tone serious.

"Mr Daniel, please move my meetings tomorrow to next week. I have some things to clear up."

"Uh? I... um... alright. I will do that."

Without another word, the young man ended the call and searched for any available flight to Orleans, even if it departed that very day. He found one scheduled for seven in the evening, purchased the ticket immediately, and began preparing to head to the city. That feeling suggested he should not wait, and it was far from a pleasant warning.

Jason sped into the street and drove straight towards the airport.

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The airport lights washed over Jason as he stepped inside the terminal. He passed through security with little delay after his bag was checked. He waited at the gate without distraction, his phone untouched in his hand, while his eyes remained fixed on the runway until boarding was called.

He stared ahead, replaying names and dates, recalling the last message from Claire and how ordinary it had sounded. By the time the plane touched down in Orleans, the sky had turned dark and empty, with the city lights scattered below like distant markers.

He left the terminal quickly and took the first taxi that pulled up. The driver spoke once to confirm the address, then drove without further comment. Jason watched the streets slide past, familiar roads growing narrower as they led away from the city. When the villa gates came into view, his tension sharpened rather than eased.

The property looked flawless from the outside, with the garden trimmed carefully and the paths swept clean. The walls showed signs of recent maintenance, and nothing suggested neglect or abandonment. It looked better than he remembered, and it had improved in ways that made him feel relieved. He paid the driver, stepped out of the car, and walked towards the gate with measured caution. When he pushed it, the gate opened easily, indicating it was not locked.

His attention sharpened as soon as he stepped inside the grounds. The path remained silent beneath his feet as he approached the house, with no movement or sound to mark recent activity. Inside, the lights stayed off, but everywhere remained neat. The furniture was neatly arranged, surfaces wiped clean, and nothing appeared disturbed.

"Well, it seems Claire has been doing a good job managing the villa."

Jason moved through the house methodically, checking each room, door, and hallway without rushing. He called out twice, keeping his voice steady, but received no reply. The silence did not ease with time and instead grew heavier as he continued searching. When he found no sign of damage or struggle, he turned back towards the entrance, intending to leave and reconsider his next move.

Recently, he had called Claire more than six times without response, so the feeling that had followed him did not allow that decision.

He stopped in the kitchen, where the counters shone and the appliances looked unused. Everything appeared clean to an uncomfortable degree, as though someone had prepared the space for inspection. His eyes settled on the refrigerator, and he remained still for several seconds before reaching for the handle.

When the door opened, his body reacted before his mind could catch up.

Jason screamed and fell backwards onto the floor. Terror seized him as he hit the tiles, leaving him frozen where he landed. Blood seeped from the refrigerator, spreading slowly across the floor. His mind struggled to comprehend what he saw, refusing to connect it to reality.

He pushed himself back with trembling hands.

"Angela...? W-what has happened to you, and why are you here like this?!?"

Tears ran down his face as shock collapsed into horror. The calm order of the villa shattered in that moment, revealing itself as a careful attempt to conceal something unforgivable.

Jason remained on the floor, unable to stand and unable to look away.

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A/N: This marks the end of Volume 1. Volume 2 will be the final release. Don’t be too shocked by what just occurred. You might have thought it was all about a Milf Hunter, solely focused on Jason climbing the ladder to riches and plentiful Milfs — and, of course, it still is — but some new spices have just been added to the mix. This is the first major hit of full-on character development. What will Jason do to protect his women and uncover what happened?

Wait for Volume 2 to find out! I promised something spectacular.

Also, expect a little Jason soon. Hehehe!

Finally, if there is anything missing or inconsistent in the system interface, or if something appears forgotten, please do point it out.