Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 98: The Real Beginning

Dina’s hands slid up, grasping Steve’s thighs as if clinging to stability in the chaos of sensation. Her fingers tightened, not in protest, but in need—searching for something to anchor herself to as he moved deeper.

Above her, Steve’s hands were tangled in her hair, holding it back with a firm grip that gave him full control. His fingers curled tightly, guiding her head, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

He groaned low in his throat, hips rolling forward with increasing urgency.

Every thrust into her mouth was deeper, wetter, more desperate. The lewd sounds of her throat being filled echoed around them—slurp after slick slurp, broken only by his ragged breathing and the guttural sounds that escaped his lips.

Her saliva was everywhere now, spilling down her chin, coating his shaft in a warm, glistening sheen. And still, she took him—again and again—as his cock slid across her tongue and down her throat in smooth, hungry strokes.

Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling as she began to adjust, her body instinctively syncing with the rhythm of his hips. She opened her mouth wider, letting her jaw loosen, welcoming the weight of him as he plunged in over and over. Her lips stretched to accommodate every inch, her tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft, tracing him, teasing him with every pass.

Steve could barely hold back. The way her mouth wrapped around him, the heat, the pressure, the eager surrender—it was intoxicating. He thrust faster, harder, driven by the sight of her so willingly giving herself to him, the sounds of her messy devotion fueling his desire.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His pace quickened, unrelenting, as he lost himself in the feel of her mouth—tight, slick, perfect—wrapped around his throbbing cock.

As Steve thrust into her mouth, his pace relentless, her breasts bounced with each motion, the rhythm of their movement matching the force of his hips.

Her body trembled beneath him, reverberating with every deep stroke. His grip tightened, fingers threading into her hair, holding her in place as the pressure inside him built to a breaking point.

A pulse surged through him—hot, electric—then release. The first wave spilled into her mouth, thick and urgent. He groaned, his body jerking involuntarily as more followed, each spurt making her gag and swallow against the onslaught. Still, he didn’t let go. He held her firm, hips bucking faster, lost in the heat of the moment.

Her throat tightened again and again as she tried to breathe, but he was too far gone—pushed by the sensation, by the wet heat, by the power of release.

He was trembling now, pulsing, pouring into her until finally, with a shuddering breath, it was over. Slowly, he eased back, his grip loosening. As he pulled out, a thin string of saliva mixed with the last trace of himself clung to her lips, glistening under the low light.

The low hum of Steve’s pants vibrated through the bathroom. Dina was still on her knees, completely nude—her full breasts glistening with faint trails of saliva, a smear of his release clinging to her lips.

She wiped it away slowly, eyes flicking to the side, breath unsteady.

Her ass remained lifted, perfectly framed beneath her arched back. Steve, still naked, stared down at her—surprised, aroused, and momentarily lost in the sight of her flushed, trembling body.

Steve sat back, thoughts swirling.

His Charm Master skill had already been used—once. It wasn’t active anymore, and he hadn’t cast any binding spells on Dina.

Yet, she had walked into his room on her own. Voluntarily. Willingly. Practically offering herself to him.

’Why? Was it possible she’d fallen for me after just one use of Charm Master?’

He had always assumed the spell didn’t have lingering effects, at least not that strong.

’But maybe... maybe it awakened something real in her?’

Regardless, the deed was done. There was no denying her desire. She was his now—his roommate, his companion, always nearby. And this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. He was sure of it.

But even as that thought settled in, something deeper stirred within Steve. He stepped forward and slowly knelt in front of Dina.

Her breath caught, her wide eyes flicked up to meet his. Still nude, her body glistened under the soft light. She looked vulnerable... and beautiful.

He reached out and brushed her cheek gently, his voice low and sincere.

"I don’t know why." he said.

"But I needed that. I’ve been under so much pressure, and you helped me... more than you know. So, thank you."

Dina’s eyes darted away, cheeks flushed.

"It’s nothing." she mumbled.

"You don’t need to thank me."

"I’m just being honest." he said with a soft smile, his gaze lingering on her face... then drifting.

She was stunning—full curves, confident aura—but there was more to her than just looks.

He hesitated, then muttered,

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She looked up at him again, eyes cautious.

"I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier." Steve began.

"About the magical beasts... about training. I know a lot of us don’t take it seriously, but I do. I don’t want to be just another sorcerer, another forgettable name in Arcane Bloom."

He took a breath, his tone growing firm.

"Everyone thinks I’m weak. That I don’t belong here. That because I’m a man, I’m automatically inferior in magic. But I don’t want to get stronger just to prove them wrong. I want to get stronger... because I don’t want to die."

Dina’s expression shifted—surprised, curious.

"I know what’s out there." Steve continued.

"The world isn’t pretty. Magical beasts don’t care about pride or feelings. They kill. And I won’t survive unless I grow. I want to become the strongest... because my life depends on it."

He paused, then looked straight into her eyes.

"So I’m asking you, Dina. Will you help me? Train me? Push me until I reach the limits of my potential—and then go even further?"

Dina stared at him in silence. Her eyes searched his, looking for a joke, a bluff, a smirk. But there was none. He was serious. Completely.

’He’s not kidding... she thought. What changed him?’

She let out a slow breath and nodded.

"It all depends on you, Steve. If you’re ready to give it everything, I’ll help you. But don’t expect it to be easy."

A blush crept across her cheeks, and she quickly looked away.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

Steve didn’t hesitate.

"Yes." he said.

"I am."

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