Recap:
Last night, Lynx faced his first deadly test. Marienne Duskveil, the late baron's widow, entered his chambers, veiled in beauty and venom. In the original novel, she poisoned him in his sleep. This time, with the help of the MILF System, Lynx twisted the encounter into something else—a duel of dirty words, a dance of tension. He survived, and left Marienne walking away conflicted, aroused, and more dangerous than ever.
Marienne's Chambers
The doors to Lynx's room had barely closed before Marienne's steps faltered in the hall.
Her chest rose and fell beneath the tight mourning gown, her breath shallow, her heart pounding like it hadn't in years. She pressed a hand to her collarbone, as though she could hold her composure together with sheer force of will.
"What in the gods' name…" she whispered, lips trembling against the veil.
She had gone in to test him. To measure his arrogance, his recklessness. To see if the rumors about the "bastard usurper" were true. She had gone in planning to poison his wine if he slipped.
Instead…
She closed her eyes, cursing under her breath. His words echoed in her mind—raw, shameless, dripping with sin.
I'd stain that black with white, if you let me.
Heat coiled low in her belly. She hated herself for it. Hated him more. But gods above, she hadn't felt this alive since before her marriage.
Her fingers grazed the inside of her sleeve, where the dagger was still strapped. She could have slit his throat when he leaned close. She could have avenged her husband.
But she hadn't.
Marienne exhaled shakily, straightened her spine, and resumed her steps. "Dangerous man," she murmured. "Too dangerous."
And yet, her lips curved in the dark.
Back in Lynx's Chamber
I sprawled across the chair, panting like I'd run ten miles, staring at the invisible screen that only I could see.
[Target Progress: 7%]
[New Quest Unlocked: Invite Marienne Back For Wine.]
"Wine? Are you insane?" I hissed. "That's exactly how she kills me in the book!"
The system buzzed smugly.
[Exactly. Rewrite the script. Poison becomes temptation. Death becomes pleasure. Trust the Milf System.]
I buried my face in my hands. "I'm doomed. Doomed with a boner, but doomed."
After a moment of self-pity, I dragged myself up and paced the room. My mind raced. This wasn't just about seducing Marienne. It was survival. Every heroine in the novel was wired to hate me, betray me, destroy me. If I didn't flip their scripts, they'd bury me.
And the system? It didn't want peace treaties or alliances. It wanted corruption. It wanted me to take women who despised me and twist that hate into heat.
Which, granted, was… kind of my fantasy. But also terrifying.
I sat on the bed, glaring at the glowing interface. "System. Explain something. Why MILFs? Why not just—"
The system beeped once, cutting me off.
[Because MILFs are the most dangerous. They have power, cunning, experience. Conquer them, and the rest will fall in line. Also… they're hot.]
I blinked. "You're insane."
[Correction: I'm horny. Now get to work.]
I groaned, but laughter bubbled out of me anyway. This was ridiculous. My life had turned into a smutty isekai with DLC.
But beneath the humor, my pulse quickened. If Marienne could be shaken… then maybe, just maybe, I had a chance at survival.
The Morning After
By morning, the castle was awake with whispers. Servants scurried through the halls, gossiping behind their hands.
"The widow was seen leaving his chambers late last night."
"Already? Gods above, she's fast."
"No, no—she looked angry. Or flushed. Hard to tell."
I pretended not to hear as I strode through the corridors, cloak swaying. Outwardly, I wore the mask of a smug villain. Inwardly, I was sweating bullets.
But then another notification popped up.
[System Update: New Milf Target Detected.]
[Name: Lady Serenya Vaelith]
[Role: Swordmistress / Heroine / Widow of the Moonblade Saint]
[Status: In Residence at Blackthorn Keep – Investigating You]
I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Serenya…?" My voice cracked.
In the novel, Serenya was one of the strongest heroines. A blade-dancer whose sword sang in battle, sharp enough to slice through steel. She was also a widow, her husband killed in the wars Lynx had funded. She despised him. Hunted him. And eventually cut his head from his shoulders.
And now she was here. In my keep.
My blood ran cold.
"System," I whispered. "You're throwing me to wolves."
[Correction: Cougars.]
Outside the Training Grounds
I found her later that morning.
The clang of steel echoed across the yard. A small crowd of soldiers watched, murmuring as the woman in white cut through the air with a blade that gleamed like moonlight.
Serenya Vaelith.
Her hair was silver, falling in waves past her shoulders. Her body moved with lethal grace, every strike precise, every step a dance. She wore a fitted tunic, plain, but it only made her beauty sharper, her curves more defined beneath the strength of muscle.
Even from a distance, I could feel the hostility radiating off her.
The system pinged.
[Warning: Milf Target Hostility Level – EXTREME.]
[Recommended Action: Watch. Learn. Wait for an opening.]
For once, I agreed. Charging straight in would be suicide.
I leaned casually against a post, watching as her sword cleaved through a training dummy, splitting it clean in two. The soldiers around her clapped, but her eyes—cold, sharp, merciless—swept the yard. And then, they landed on me.
The applause died instantly.
Her gaze lingered, like a blade pressing against my throat.
I swallowed hard. My smirk came late, shaky, but it came. "Beautiful form, Lady Serenya. No wonder they call you the Moonblade Saint."
Her lips curved, not in a smile, but something darker.
"Lord Lynx," she said, voice carrying across the yard like frost. "I wondered how long before you slithered out to watch."
The soldiers tensed. My stomach dropped.
The system purred.
[Quest Updated: Survive First Duel of Words With Serenya.]
Oh, gods.
End of Chapter Three.
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