“I died in war. Not some glorious, heroic blaze—but bleeding out in the dirt, body riddled with shrapnel, trying to protect a civvie who didn’t make it anyway. Fifty years of life, thirty-two of service. Gone.”

“Next thing I know, I’m sixteen. New name. Young body. Same last name, same soul. And a voice in my head that calls itself the ‘MILF System.’”

“Says I’ve been chosen—recruited—to heal women who’ve been forgotten by time. Women who gave everything—love, body, identity—and got left with silence. The broken. The bitter. The beautiful.”

“You’d think I’d be annoyed. But truth is? I always preferred women with experience. Women who’ve lived through some shit.”

“And now I’m surrounded by them. Teachers. Neighbors. Café owners. Single mothers who flinch when someone says 'love' too casually. They look at me like I’m just a kid. But I look at them... and I see the cracks.”

“The system gives me quests. Tells me who needs help. Who’s falling apart behind the smile. What they’ve buried so deep they forgot it was ever there.”

“And me? I complete the missions. I do what I do best. I infiltrate. I break down walls. I make them feel again. Not because it’s my job... but because it’s the only damn thing that makes me feel human anymore.”

“This isn’t a game. It’s war. Emotional, intimate, soul-shaking war. And I don’t leave anyone behind.”

Rika wasn't wearing a bra under that hoodie.


I noticed it when she bent down to grab a bottle of water and one of her nipples ghosted the thin cotton. She saw me look. She didn't call me out.


She just handed me the water and sat beside me again on the couch.


"So… what now? You got your sad girl monologue. Gonna ghost me next?"


"If I was gonna ghost you, I wouldn't have stayed the night."


She pulled her knees to her chest and peeked at me under her lashes.


"Push me away when you start to want me for real."


She opened her mouth, then closed it. Her eyes darted to the floor. It was the first time in days she didn't have a comeback.


MILF System (sultry whisper): "Mmm, she's getting soft on you, Renji~"


*"I could slip a vibrator in her and she wouldn't stop you. That's how close she is to need."


"You're not helping," I muttered under my breath.


MILF System: "I'm not supposed to help, babe. I'm supposed to tempt."


We watched some trashy cooking show. Rika curled closer without touching me. I could feel her body heat, smell her shampoo. Her foot brushed mine. Once. Twice.


By the third time, I reached over and hooked her ankle with mine.


"You scare me," she said out of nowhere.


"Because you make me forget I'm supposed to be broken."


I turned to her. "You're not broken. Just… bruised."


I reached for her chin, tilted it toward me.


"Let me help. You don't have to fake strength around me."


God, I could've kissed her right then. Pushed her back and reminded her what it felt like to be devoured—but I didn't.


That did more damage than any orgasm could've.


"Warning: Emotional Threshold 1 (Devotion) approaching. System interference may occur."


"Just means… if she falls too hard, too fast… she might break before you can fix her."


"But hey~ keep playing it right and she'll beg to belong to you."


"New Quest Activated – 'Sleep Beside Her Without Touching'"


Objective: Build non-sexual intimacy. Hold her through the night. No funny business.


Reward: Emotional Trigger – "Trust in Stillness" unlocked.


Bonus: Wake up with her legs wrapped around you? You win breakfast in bed—her body.


Later that night, I crawled into her bed beside her.


She rolled into me in her sleep, murmured something like my name, and clutched the front of my shirt.


MILF System (softly, for once):"Good boy. That's how you earn her soul."


Yo. You feel that growth? That simmering tension?


Chapter 15 - Chapter 15: She's Really Starting To Need Me