Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 94: Showering(1)(R18)

Creak.

Click.

Steve shut the door behind him with a quiet slam, locking it in one smooth motion. The soft click echoed in the stillness of the room.

His eyes flicked toward the bed.

There she was—Dina.

Sprawled across the sheets, one arm draped over her forehead, her shirt slightly bunched, her midriff exposed. Her chest rose and fell in slow, steady waves... lips parted slightly. Asleep—or close to it.

Steve stared, tongue briefly grazing his bottom lip.

Damn.

She looked soft. Vulnerable. Tempting.

He let out a slow breath and stretched, the tension in his muscles making his body flex. As he rolled his shoulders, his mind wasn’t on his training—or survival.

Not at first.

His thoughts drifted, uninvited, back to her.

The Queen Witcher.

The feel of her body pressing against his—those massive, perfect tits flattening against his chest, practically smothering him with heat and softness.

The way her lips had brushed his ear, breath warm as silk.

"Survive... and I’ll let you suck on them. For as long as you want."

Steve’s pulse spiked instantly.

She wasn’t been joking. There had been no smirk, no teasing tone. Just a promise... thick with raw, unapologetic heat.

His fingers curled into fists.

’God... just imagining it... Her wrapping around me, pulling me in, letting me suck, lick, devour her tits for hours—’

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look away from Dina. But not before his eyes slid over her curves again—her legs half-covered, thighs bare, shirt hugging tight against her chest. Her nipples faintly visible beneath the fabric.

’Fuck... she’s training me? That means she’ll be all over me....quite literally. ’

He bit down a groan.

"I need to get stronger." he muttered under his breath.

"Not just for survival... but for this life."

A harem life.

A life of power... and pleasure.

The Queen had said there were other houses—other ruling women. If each was like her... then his journey was going to be a long, wild ride. Dominant women. Magical women.

Busty, powerful, untouchable—until he claimed them.

’If there are only women in charge...’

He grinned darkly.

That just means more thrones to mount... more Queens to make mine.

Maybe there was a goddess still waiting. One even bigger than the Queen Witcher. With tits so large, he’d drown in them.

He stepped toward the bed, not lying down, just standing there, body buzzing.

His eyes settled on Dina one last time. She shifted, her lips parting in a soft sigh.

’First, I survive the mission.

Then... I fuck my way to the top.’

’Still, I can’t be blamed for having such a covetous mind. I mean, just look around me. I step outside—big boot moves everywhere. I come back to my room, and there it is again.’

he thought, flicking his gaze toward Dina.

She was asleep, wearing a simple dress. But the fabric had ridden up slightly, likely from how she had shifted in her sleep, revealing the soft curves of her thighs. Clean, smooth, and maddeningly tempting.

’Sexy women everywhere. Keeping my focus is a damn battle. But still... still, I’m the author of this world. I should have more control. I will become the strongest.’

’But first—I need a shower.’

With that, he began to undress, pulling off his shirt and trousers. He dug through his bag and retrieved a towel, wrapping it around his waist. Then he headed into the bathroom.

Moments later, the sound of running water echoed softly through the dorm.

Back in the room, Dina stirred. Her eyes twitched beneath her lids, then slowly fluttered open. Drowsily, her gaze drifted toward the closed bathroom door.

’Finally, he’s back early.’ she thought, hearing the sound of water running from the bathroom.

’But he’s showering. I should probably wait until he’s done... then I’ll ask him—ask him what really happened that first time we met.’

Her thoughts drifted, unbidden, to that night.

The memory came vividly: the way he had touched her, the way her hand had moved instinctively to him, fingers wrapping around his thick length, stroking.

The tingling heat that had risen in her core returned at the thought, subtle but undeniable.

She slowly sat up from the bed, her movements gentle, as though trying not to disturb the moment forming in her mind.

’Yes, she told herself. That’s what I’m going to do. I’ll wait for him to come out... and then I’ll ask. I need to understand.’

’I need to wait... I need to wait... I need to...’ The words looped in her mind like a soft chant.

But before she realized it, her body was already moving.

In a quiet, fluid motion, Anna Hans stepped toward her clothes. Her fingers found the ties of her dress, and with a delicate pull, she loosened it.

She slipped the fabric from her shoulders, letting it cascade down her body and fall to the floor without a sound.

The flickering candlelight caught her bare skin, illuminating her in a soft, golden glow. Her breasts, full and firm, gleamed faintly in the warmth of the room. Her curves—every line of her body—seemed carved with intent.

Her skin was smooth, her figure a deliberate temptation, and even her most intimate places held a pristine, alluring quality.

Yet even as she approached the bathroom door, she kept whispering to herself.

’Yes... that’s all I want. Just to talk. I just want to talk...’

She stood there, pausing in front of the door, the sound of the shower echoing through the silence.

Then, with a quiet breath, she reached the bathroom door. Her hand hovered for a moment—eyes soft, ears tuned to the sound of water behind it. Slowly, gently, she pushed it open.

Steam curled out to meet her, warm and inviting.

She stepped inside, barefoot and bare-hearted, moving with quiet resolve—into the bathroom, into the space where he was. Steve. Wu. Shu. All tangled in the chaos of what this moment had become.

And though she had told herself again and again that she just wanted to talk...

She knew now—that had never been the truth.

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