My Milf System

Moments Earlier…

[Cafeteria]

At the girls' corner of the cafeteria sat Anna, Lorraine, Natalie, Mirai, and Cammy. And where there was a group of girls, there was always gossip. Anna, more excited than the rest, couldn't keep her news to herself.

"Daaamn, girl… for real?" Natalie squealed, patting Anna's shoulder so hard the poor girl nearly dropped her spoon.

Mirai's eyes went wide as she gulped down a chunk of bread dripping with thick soup. "Wait—doesn't that mean you can't come back to campus next year?"

"Oh please," Natalie cut in before Anna could answer. She flipped her hair like a wanna-be slay queen she was. "Her husband is a freaking S-rank. Do you even realize what that means? Those guys basically get paid for breathing. And on top of that, I heard he's the CEO behind that new wine shop Stick & Lick Enterprises. So Anna won't even need to lift a finger. She just has to stay cute and spend his money. Forget graduating as a hunter, she's already won."

Anna just laughed softly, cheeks pink.

"Lick & Stick…" Lorraine muttered, carefully spooning sugar into her tea like a prim lady at high tea. "I've heard that name somewhere before."

"Of course you have," Mirai said with her mouth half-full. "They don't just sell wine, y'know. My sister told me they've got a whole adult line of dildos... which are apparently artificial penises—don't look at me like that! That's what they call them. Apparently they're so good at making women cum they sell out in, like, hours. Only nobles can afford them. And when they restock? Boom...gone instantly."

"Aww, don't tell me that," Natalie groaned dramatically, touching her face. "I wanted to try one sooo bad! If only I had the guts to ask Asher himself… or maybe ask from one of his staff…"

"Why bother with the staff when you're literally friends with his wife?" Lorraine said dryly, sipping her tea with her usual calm detachment.

Every pair of eyes snapped to Anna.

"Ohhh my gods, Lorraine, you're a genius!" Natalie gasped, her eyes sparkling like she'd just unlocked a cheat code. She clutched Anna's arm with both hands.

"More like you're too lazy to think," Lorraine muttered under her breath.

"You'll get us some penises, right? Mrs. Reynolds?" Natalie begged, batting her eyelashes like a desperate puppy.

"Uhh… I don't really—"

"Pleaseee! Pretty please!" Mirai added, leaning in with her cheeks puffed out, doing the puppy-eyes routine too.

The two of them crowded closer until Anna sighed, cornered. "Alright, alright! Chill! I'll… I'll see what I can do, okay?"

"Yessss!" the two squealed in unison, practically vibrating with excitement.

Natalie slapped the table with both hands. "Ugh, I can't wait to feel how it actually feels inside me. Gotta train this pussy better because Derrick went crazy last night and fucked me until I literally passed out! Not letting that happen again."

Anna coughed into her drink, blushing. Lorraine arched a brow.

"Asher's knocked me out a couple times too," Anna mumbled without thinking.

The table went silent for two beats, then Natalie whistled low, fanning herself dramatically. "Damn, girl. No wonder you're glowing."

Meanwhile, Cammy sat stiff and quiet at the end of the table, stabbing her spoon into her food like it had wronged her, eyes locked on the boys' side of the cafeteria where Adrian laughed with his friends. Her jaw clenched.

Urgh… that idiot. He's probably bragging to them about how he fucked me until I passed out. Gods, how am I supposed to walk around knowing every guy in that squad thinks I'm his damn knockout?!

"Cammy, are you okay?" Lorraine finally asked, noticing how Cammy's spoon looked like it was about to snap in half.

"Yeah, you've barely touched your food," Anna added gently.

"I'm fine!!!" Cammy snapped. She grabbed her water bottle firmly and chugged it in one go, slammed it empty on the table, then tossed it aside. The girls just stared, wondering what the hell was wrong with her today.

Cammy's chair screeched violently as she stood. "Tsk… I'll be back."

Before anyone could stop her, she stormed over to the boys' side and yanked Adrian away from his friends.

"Would you stop being so rough?!" Adrian yelped, stumbling behind her.

She didn't answer. She dragged him all the way into the girls' toilets of all places, shoved him inside a stall, and forced him to sit down on the toilet lid.

"The hell is wrong with you?!" Adrian hissed.

Cammy glared, fists balled at her sides. "You seriously have the guts to ask? You were just bragging to your dumb friends about knocking me out!"

Adrian blinked. "What? No, I wasn't!"

"Yes, you were! I saw you talk to your friemds!" she barked, pointing at his chest like she was about to stab him.

"Aren't l supposed to talk random stuff with them?"

"Don't play dumb with me, you idiot!" she growled, grabbing him by the collar. "I don't want you telling anyone what happened between us, got it? It was a mistake! Do you know how humiliating it is to admit I got knocked out by a loser like you? I didn't even tell my girls, and now you're out here bragging?!"

Her voice cracked, not from weakness, but from rage.

Adrian stared at her… then chuckled. A low, angerous chuckle.

"Ohhh," he smirked, adjusting his glasses. "So that's what this is about. You're embarrassed."

Cammy's cheeks flamed. "D-don't twist my words, asshole~~~"

"Fine then." He leaned back onto the toilet seat casually, smirk never leaving. "Knock me out too."

Her eyes widened. "W-what?"

"You heard me. Lets do it again. This time, you knock me out. Then we're even, and I won't have to say a word about what happened."

Cammy froze, her mind sputtering. Was this bastard really suggesting…

"Are you saying… we should… have sex again?" she stammered, heat rushing to her cheeks.

"Yup." He grinned, reaching out and tugging her closer by the wrist. She stumbled right onto his lap, straddling him instinctively. "Round two. Prove you can handle me."

"W-wait… you~~you wanna… mmm~~ do it now?" she stammered, moaning as his hands cupped her ass beneath her skirt.

"You don't want to?" he teased, voice low and hot, pressing his lips to her ear.

She wanted to say no. She really did. But her body betrayed her. Instead of pushing him away, her hands gripped his shoulders, her skirt riding up as she pressed against him.

His hand slid beneath her shirt, tracing up her stomach, shoving her bra aside until her tits spilled free. She moaned loudly when he pinched her nipple.

"W-wait~~don't… mmm…"

"Tell me to stop, then." He squeezed her breast, watching her face twist between fury and desperate pleasure. "Go on."

Cammy didnt stop him. She could feel the thick bulge in his trousers grinding against her pelvis, his cock already rock-hard. Adrian leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, sucking and nibbling on her lower lip while she instinctively latched onto his upper one, their mouths locked in a messy exchange of spit. The way she kissed him back told him she wasn't really fighting this at all.

They devoured each other's mouths, moaning softly, forgetting entirely that they were still inside the campus toilets. Cammy's pussy was soaking now, a hot, itchy ache spreading between her thighs. Adrian read her body like an open book. His free hand slid down between them, pressing against her soaked panties and rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric. He grinned against her mouth, savoring how filthy this was and how wet she was getting for him.

He rubbed a certain part and felt her squirm. That had to be her sensitive clit. He could feel the soft bud under his fingers, so he kept the momentum steady, rubbing it in slow circles. Reading her body language was effortless now; it almost felt like he'd been with her for years, as if he knew her inside and out.

That was the power of a true man of culture; one who had read countless sex stories all his life!

"Adrian… n-no, don't rub there or I'll~~"

"Cum?" he whispered over her lips. "Then cum, sweetheart. That's what you want."

There was no helping it. No matter what she did, this idiot always ended up dominating her, turning her into his toy, making her cum so hard it was ridiculous. How the hell was that even possible? She was supposed to be the one knocking him out cold! Yet deep down she knew if she wasn't careful this time, he might actually leave her breathless again.

Cammy gritted her teeth, furious at herself, but Adrian's so-called "expert" fingers (not that they really were) had her unraveling. Her lips parted into a perfect "O" as ragged breaths spilled out, pleasure building in waves from deep inside her.

Then they both heard voices echoeing outside.

"Did you hear that?"

"Is someone seriously moaning in there?"

"Lmao, probably some horny chick fingering herself."

Cammy bit her lip so hard it almost bled, trying to stifle the sounds, but Adrian didn't stop. He rubbed her clit until she tried to pull away, but she couldn't hold back anymore. The climax ripped through her, knees trembling like a newborn deer. Her body went weak as a hot gush of milky wetness spilled from her pussy, soaking her panties until they clung to her like a wad of tissue drowned in a sink.

She spasmed and jerked violently, eyes rolling back, pressing her spine against the door for support. Her teeth sank into her lip to muffle the cries, but soft, breathless "ohhs" and "ahhs" still slipped out.

When the orgasm finally let her go, she collapsed onto the floor, her body still twitching and vibrating with the aftershocks.

Adrian looked down at her, smirking. "Gods… aren't you hypersensitive. How sweet."

She shot him a deadly glare, forcing herself to steady her breathing. The chatter of the girls outside faded as they finally left the toilets. Cammy stood, peeled off her drenched panties. Adrian's eyes locked on the glimpse of her pink pubes above her sex, his pulse quickening because he thought she was about to ride him right then and there.

Instead, she swung the soaked panties and slapped them across his face.

"Thanks to you, I'll be panty-less for the rest of the day!!" she barked, storming out of the stall.

Adrian sat stunned, panties sliding down his cheek. "…What the actual fuck."

TBC