Milf King: I Will NTR Every Milfs!

Chapter 25: Chapter25-Eden’s mother is a Milf!

Before I could finish processing that, I felt a hand rest on my right shoulder.

Then I heard Eden’s voice coming from directly behind me. "Congrats. You’re not a zero ranker anymore."

I spun around quickly to face him.

He was standing right there, grinning at me like he’d just pulled off the world’s funniest joke.

I frowned at him. "Couldn’t you have just said that while standing in front of me? Why did you feel the need to move behind me just to say congratulations?"

Eden tilted his head slightly, looking genuinely puzzled. "Huh? You seriously didn’t notice?" frёeωebɳovel.com

Notice? Notice what?

I stared at him, completely confused about what he was getting at.

Before I could ask him to clarify, Eden’s figure blurred once more and reappeared behind me in the same instant.

I turned around immediately, my patience wearing thin. "Can you stop doing that and just tell me what you’re talking about?"

He gave a casual shrug. "Bro, I honestly thought you would’ve figured it out by now."

I shot him an irritated look. "Sorry, I’m a bit slow today. So just say it already."

Eden’s grin widened. "Man, I picked up an S rank Teleportation skill yesterday. Got it from a C rank dungeon."

Wait, what?

Teleportation? And it was S rank on top of that?

Are you seriously telling me this right now?

The moment I processed what he’d just said, a wave of shock washed over me. I was stunned, flabbergasted, and completely caught off guard all at once.

There was a reason my reaction was so extreme.

Because there were certain skills in this world that were notoriously difficult to obtain, and Teleportation was absolutely one of them.

In fact, Teleportation skills were widely considered some of the rarest abilities any hunter could ever acquire from a dungeon.

Normally, a skill as rare as Teleportation only appeared in S-rank dungeons or higher.

And yet here was Eden, casually pulling one out of a C rank dungeon like it was no big deal.

Fuck, who would even believe that? The protagonist’s luck was beyond ridiculous.

Damn it. Why couldn’t I have that kind of luck?

While I was still trying to wrap my head around that, Eden spoke up again. "By the way, Michael, where’s Allen? I thought I told you to bring him along."

I pushed my other thoughts to the side and responded. "He’s tied up with something. He had some important work he needed to take care of, so he told me to come to the dinner on my own. Don’t worry, though. Whatever he’s dealing with is somewhere in this city."

Eden’s expression shifted just slightly. "Oh, important work in this city... hmm. Must be them. Those guys have been getting pretty active lately."

Huh? What was he talking about?

I looked at him. "What are you talking about? What guys? Who’s been getting active?"

Eden quickly tried to backpedal. "No, no. Nothing like that. Nobody’s really active or anything. I just meant some of the guilds have been busy recently. That’s all."

Seriously? He wasn’t even trying to make that lie sound believable.

I gave him a flat, unimpressed look. "Eden, you’re awful at lying. Stop hiding whatever it is and just tell me what you’re actually talking about."

Eden let out a sigh. "Ha... you got me again, Michael. But I’m sorry, man. I really can’t tell you who these guys are this time. Please don’t push me on this."

Part of me wanted to keep pressing him, to make him spill everything. But I held back. When Eden refused to talk about something, it usually meant the topic was dangerous. It was probably better if I stayed out of it.

"Alright, fine," I said.

I decided to change the subject. "By the way, why the hell have we been standing out here on the road this whole time? We could’ve had this conversation inside your apartment."

Eden scratched the back of his head with a sheepish smile. "Oh, yeah. Right. My bad about that."

Then he added, "But don’t worry. We’ll be inside in just a few seconds."

He stepped closer and casually placed his right hand on my shoulder. "Sorry. This is gonna hurt a bit."

Huh?

It took me a second to understand what he meant.

Oh, no. No, no, no. Don’t tell me he’s actually about to...

The moment I realized what was happening, I blurted out, "Eden, you son of a..."

But before I could finish, a sharp pain tore through my entire body.

My vision blurred. It felt as though every part of me was being stretched apart and dragged through a narrow tunnel.

A powerful wave of nausea surged up from my stomach. My head started spinning violently. My condition got so bad that for a brief moment, I genuinely thought I was going to die.

Then, just as suddenly as it had started, everything stopped.

The pain vanished, the nausea faded, and the spinning finally stopped.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing inside Eden’s apartment, right in the middle of his living room.

It was over.

The second I realized I was stable again, I dropped to my knees on the floor.

I was breathing hard, trying to pull myself back together.

"Huff... huff..."

Damn. That was way too intense.

Eden crouched beside me, genuine concern in his voice. "Mic, are you okay?"

I turned my head toward him and gave him an irritated look. "Do I look okay to you? I nearly died just now because of what you did."

He quickly held up his hands. "Sorry, sorry. I promise I won’t do that again. Please forgive me."

This guy. Seriously.

I let out a sigh. "Whatever."

I slowly got to my feet and took a look around. The living room was spacious and nicely arranged. There was a large sofa, a marble coffee table, a big TV mounted on the wall, tall windows overlooking the city, and tasteful decorations placed throughout the space.

I had to admit, the place looked impressive. The decor was genuinely well done.

While I was still taking everything in, I suddenly heard a voice.

"My, my. Michael. You’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you for so long."

It was a soft, warm voice.

I recognized it right away.

I turned quickly in the direction it came from.

The voice belonged to a woman who was walking toward me from the kitchen.

She had blonde hair. Tall. An hourglass figure wrapped in a soft, one-piece maxi dress that followed every curve. No bra — I could see the outlines of her nipples against the fabric. Her breasts bounced with every step, and that ass... My goodness.

Is she even real?

The moment I saw her, my dick almost stood up.

Damn it. She’s so beautiful I can’t even keep my dick steady right now.

I became horny in an instant.

Fuck, I needed to get a grip. Now was definitely not the time for this kind of reaction.

After a moment, I forced myself to refocus.

That woman was Eden’s mother.

May Garcia.

She stopped in front of Eden and me, then looked at me with a warm smile.

"I was worried about you, you know."

"Thanks, Miss May," I said. "But I’m doing fine. At least for now."

I turned my gaze toward Eden.

"Though that might change if your son decides to do something stupid again."

Eden raised his hands defensively. "Hey, I already apologized for that. And I told you, I won’t do it again. Besides, it’s not entirely my fault. I did warn you beforehand."

I started to respond. "You—"

Miss May gently interrupted. "Alright, alright, boys. No fighting."

She gestured toward the other room. "Let’s go have dinner. I just finished serving everything a moment ago. We don’t want it getting cold."

I followed Eden into the dining room.

Once we were inside, I took a seat on the opposite side of the table from him.

My eyes moved to the spread laid out in front of us. The table was already set.

In the center was a mushroom Wellington, wrapped in crisp, golden pastry. Around it were bowls of creamy mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables, all arranged neatly. The room was filled with a comforting, delicious aroma.

Damn. It smells amazing.

Miss May walked over and stood beside me. "Michael, does everything look alright? Oh, and I forgot to ask earlier, but did Allen not come with you?"

I looked up at her. "Miss May, don’t worry. Everything looks amazing. The dishes you made look absolutely stunning. As for Allen, he had some important work he needed to handle, so he couldn’t make it to dinner tonight."

Miss May’s expression softened a bit. "Oh... I thought he would come with you. You know, it’s been so long since you both last visited us for dinner."

I felt a small pang of guilt. "Sorry, Miss May. I know we haven’t been around much."

She gently waved it off. "No, no. It’s okay. I’m just happy you’re here now. That’s what matters."

"Thank you, Miss May. It feels good to be back. I’ve honestly missed these dinners more than I’d like to admit."

She leaned in just a little, her voice dropping slightly. "Me too..."

Wait. Was it just me, or had that sounded a little strange?

Like a seductive tone?

No, no. I had to be imagining things.

Anyway, putting that aside.

It was true that Allen and Michael hadn’t visited Eden’s place very often. Allen was usually busy with work at the Frostburne mansion, and Michael, for some reason, hadn’t been particularly fond of coming to Eden’s apartment.

But why exactly? What was the actual reason?

I couldn’t remember clearly. Michael’s memories of spending time with Eden and his family were surprisingly few and vague.

Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was forgetting something important.

Something that should have stood out.

But what was it?

I tried to think it through, but nothing surfaced. After a moment, I decided to just let it go.

Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t that important.

Miss May sat down in the chair right next to mine. "Let’s not waste any more time. Let’s eat."

Eden and I both nodded in agreement.

I picked up my knife and fork and carefully cut into the mushroom Wellington. The golden pastry broke apart easily, revealing the rich, layered mushroom filling inside.

It looks amazing.

I lifted a piece to my mouth and took a bite. The buttery pastry and the earthy, savory filling melted together perfectly.

Oh, wow.

It tastes even better than it looks.

While I was still enjoying the taste of Wellington, suddenly, I felt a hand on my thigh...

Hmm?

I then quickly looked down and was shocked to see Miss May’s right hand on my thigh...

What the hell?

What’s going on?

Why is Miss May’s hand on my thigh?