Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 95 - Milf Raid Boss?

He didn’t even realize when he drifted off.

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When Lucas jolted awake, the room was pitch dark. His head felt heavy, and his body... sticky.

The realization hit immediately.

"Oh, fuck. I fell asleep."

He sat up groggily, running a hand through his hair. His shirt clung to his skin, and an unpleasant musk filled the air around him.

He sniffed once—then gagged.

"Holy shit. I smell like a damn sewer."

His body was practically marinating in sweat. Sleeping without bathing after a long journey had been a terrible idea.

The air felt thick, his clothes sticking uncomfortably to his skin. There was no way he could go back to sleep like this.

"I don’t have a choice. I have to bathe."

But the second he stood up, the full weight of reality sank in.

It was late.

Late enough that the bathhouse would be... empty.

Late enough that the innkeeper’s words echoed mockingly in his mind.

"Come back later, when things are quieter~"

Late enough that she would be waiting.

Lucas sighed, rubbing his temples. "Great. Just fucking great."

[ Oh? Finally ready to accept your fate? ] 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Lucas scowled. "Shut up."

[ Haha. I knew you’d wait until it was Milf-Hunting Hour. ]

Lucas groaned, grabbing his towel and extra clothes. "It’s not fucking ’Milf-Hunting Hour,’ it’s called being hygienic."

[ Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that. ]

Lucas took a deep breath and stepped toward the door. His body reeked, his shirt felt disgusting, and his brain was screaming at him to be on guard.

But he had no other choice.

Tonight... he was the perfect prey.

Lucas stepped out of his room, his footsteps light against the wooden floorboards. The hallway was dimly lit by a few lanterns flickering in the night, casting long shadows along the walls. He could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and conversation from the tavern downstairs, but beyond that, the inn was quiet.

"Alright. Just get in, clean up, and get out before anything weird happens."

He moved cautiously through the corridor, as if expecting something—or someone—to jump out at him. The memory of the innkeeper’s sly smile made him uneasy, but he pushed the thought aside. He smelled terrible, and right now, hygiene was more important than paranoia.

Reaching the bathhouse entrance, he slowly pushed the wooden door open and peeked inside.

The moment he stepped in, he froze.

"No fucking way."

The men’s bathhouse was massive.

A large, open-air style bathing area spread before him, with multiple steaming pools of crystal-clear water surrounded by smooth stone. Decorative wooden pillars supported the high ceiling, where small lanterns hung, casting a soft golden glow. A few intricate carvings decorated the walls, giving it a distinct isekai fantasy feel—like something straight out of a noble’s private spa.

Lucas slowly walked inside, his bare feet tapping against the warm stone tiles. He turned his head, scanning every inch of the place.

It was completely empty.

His brow twitched.

"How the hell was this place full earlier?!"

There was no way this enormous bathhouse had actually run out of space. The pools could easily accommodate at least fifty people, maybe more. He had half a mind to go back and confront the innkeeper for blatantly lying to him.

But then again...

He glanced over his shoulder toward the entrance.

"She probably wanted this exact situation to happen."

Lucas exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"Whatever. Not my problem. I just need to bathe and leave before—"

Before his system could say anything stupid.

[ Woah. What a surprise! It’s EMPTY? Who could have guessed? ]

Lucas sighed. "Shut up."

[ So... what now? You gonna enjoy your private bath before the Milf Raid Boss spawns? ]

Lucas ignored it. He grabbed a bucket, filled it with warm water, and poured it over his head. The heat immediately eased the tension in his body, washing away the filth and exhaustion.

"Just focus. Wash up and get out. Nothing’s going to happen."

At least... that’s what he hoped.

The eerie silence that followed the footsteps made Lucas uneasy, but before he could react further—

Splash.

A soft patter of bare feet against the wet stone floor made him tense.

And then—

A sultry voice broke the quiet.

"Oh my~ You actually came~"

Lucas whipped around so fast he nearly slipped.

Standing at the entrance of the bathhouse was her—the innkeeper.

Wrapped in nothing but a damp towel that barely clung to her dangerously curvaceous body, she leaned against the wooden frame, her emerald eyes gleaming with mischief.

The steam curled around her, accentuating the way her damp skin glistened under the lantern light. Her ample chest strained against the thin fabric, and the way her towel barely covered her thighs made it clear that any sudden movement could—

Lucas swallowed hard.

"Oh. Fuck."

The woman chuckled at his reaction, stepping closer.

"You’re not very subtle, you know," she mused, tilting her head. "I saw those eyes of yours earlier. You were staring quite a lot, weren’t you?"

Lucas took a step back, his brain screaming at him to abort this mission immediately.

"H-Hold on. This—this is a misunderstanding—"

[ System Notification: ALERT! Milf Raid Boss has entered the arena! ]

Lucas gritted his teeth. "Not now, you useless piece of sh—"

The innkeeper giggled, stopping just a few steps away. She placed a hand on her hip, her towel shifting slightly.

"Relax, darling~ I, Beatrice, am only here to offer a little... extra service."

Lucas’s soul left his body.

[ System Notification: Hah! I fucking KNEW IT. ISEKAI MILF TIME! ]

He clenched his fists. "I swear to god, if i have a chance, I will factory reset this system."

Beatrice took another step forward, her voice dripping with amusement.

"Oh? What’s wrong? You smell so nice now... Why don’t you let me help wash your back?"

Lucas was officially horny in danger.

Lucas’s breath hitched as Beatrice took another slow, deliberate step toward him. The damp towel clung to her curves, the steam making her skin glisten under the lanterns.

Her emerald eyes gleamed with amusement, clearly enjoying the way he stiffened under her gaze.

"Oh my~" she purred, voice like silk. "You’re not running away? Does that mean... you’re interested?"

Lucas swallowed hard.