Recap:
Yesterday, I woke up in the body of Lord Lynx Brian, the final villain of my own novel. A man cursed to be betrayed, hunted, and destroyed by the very heroines he tormented. But before despair could set in, a glowing prompt saved me:
[MILF System Activated!]
Conquer. Seduce. Corrupt. Survive.
With this cheat, the women who were fated to kill me could instead become mine. My first target? Marienne Duskveil—the late baron's widow, the first beauty of Blackthorn Keep. In my novel, she was the one who poisoned Lynx in his sleep. Tonight, she was walking straight into my chambers.
The heavy oak doors creaked open. The scent of rose oil drifted in before she did. Then came the sound of heels clicking lightly on the stone floor, each step steady, deliberate, confident.
Marienne Duskveil entered like she was walking onto a stage.
She wore mourning black, yet nothing about her looked somber. Her gown hugged her hips, the neckline cut just low enough to hint at the fullness of her chest. Silver bangles chimed softly on her wrist as she adjusted the veil draped over her raven hair. Even her walk was art—a slow sway, a rhythm that made my throat dry.
This wasn't just beauty. This was a mature woman who knew what she was doing to men.
The system's text flickered in my vision.
[Target: Marienne Duskveil]
Status: Widowed / Untouched tonight
Danger Level: ★★★★☆ (Likely Poison Attempt)
Recommended Action: Flirt. Corrupt. Distract her hands from the dagger hidden in her sleeve.
Great. No pressure. Just flirt for my life.
I leaned back in the high-backed chair, trying to look as though I had always lounged like a villainous bastard. Inside, my heart was battering my ribs like a drum.
"Lady Duskveil," I drawled, forcing my lips into the sort of smirk that could start a war. "You honor my chambers with your presence. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Her dark eyes flicked over me, sharp as a hawk's. She dipped her head slightly, lips curving. "My lord. I thought it only right to pay respects. My husband is scarcely cold in the grave, after all. And yet… his lands, his keep, his title… they already belong to you."
Her voice was velvet, yet every word had teeth.
Shit. This woman wasn't just beautiful. She was dangerous.
The system chimed in like a drunken wingman.
[Tip: Compliment her beauty, not her loyalty. Mature women know men lie about devotion—but they love when men can't control their hunger.]
My mouth opened before my brain could stop it. "You're right. He's gone. But while the baron lies beneath the earth, you're still here… breathing, glowing, burning. You look far too alive to waste in mourning."
Silence.
Her eyes narrowed. A warning? Or curiosity?
She took two steps closer, each one slow enough to make me sweat. When she stopped, she was close enough that her perfume mingled with the smoke of the fireplace. She tilted her head. "Bold words. Some might say disrespectful to the dead."
The system purred.
[Effect: 10% intrigue. 15% arousal. 20% suspicion.]
[Milf Affection: +1]
Suspicion was bad. But arousal… arousal was my lifeline.
I let my gaze travel, shameless and heavy, from her eyes down to her lips, lingering on the soft curve of her chest before meeting her eyes again. "The dead don't hear me, Marienne. Only you do. And I'd rather confess sin to you than whisper prayers to a corpse."
Her breath hitched. Barely audible, but there.
Her lashes fluttered once, then her expression hardened again. She was fighting herself. Damn it, it was working.
"Careful, my lord," she said smoothly. "Words like those… they bind. They stain. Are you so eager to sully me when I am still draped in black?"
The system cut in, smug.
[Dirty Talk Mode: Engaged.]
[Suggested Response: Yes.]
"Yes," I said, voice low, heat curling beneath it. "I'd stain that black with white, if you let me."
Her lips parted. For a heartbeat, her composure cracked, a flash of heat darkening her gaze. Her hand twitched—toward the dagger hidden in her sleeve? Or toward me?
I didn't move. Couldn't. The air between us felt like stretched silk, ready to snap.
Finally, she laughed. Low, sultry, and dangerous. "You're either insane… or irresistible."
Her hand brushed the edge of the chair, fingertips grazing the carved wood an inch from mine. But then she stepped back. Too soon. Too quickly. Like she was fleeing her own pulse.
"Rest well, Lord Lynx," she said softly, veil sliding back into place. "We'll speak again soon."
She turned, gown swaying as she left the chamber, hips moving like a challenge she knew I couldn't ignore.
The doors shut behind her with a heavy thud.
I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. My legs were trembling under the table. I'd survived. No poison. No dagger in my ribs.
The system beeped.
[Milf Target: Marienne Duskveil]
Corruption Progress: 7%
Current Status: Conflicted, Aroused, Dangerous
New Quest: Seduce Her Into Returning.
I groaned into my hands. "This system's going to get me killed."
But even as I cursed it, I couldn't shake the image of her eyes when she looked at me—hungry, uncertain, but hungry.
For the first time since waking up in this cursed role, I felt something stronger than fear.
Excitement.
End of Chapter Two.
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