My Milf System-Chapter 212 - 211. Gallery of panties

Asher’s day couldn’t come to an end without hanging out with his friends at lunchtime in the cafeteria. The idiots were passing around Adrian’s magical gadget — the one they used to secretly take pictures of girls’ panties. They’d go sit across from a girl, click the button, and snap — mission complete.

Adrian’s gallery was now full of panty pictures. Some were cute, decorated with cartoon dolls. Others were plain. And some were lacy, seductive ones that made their teenage hormones go wild. At present, the boys were seated at their usual table, scrolling through the gallery and gawking at the images.

"Yo, yo, yo—go back! That one right there!" Derrick practically yelled, leaning over Adrian’s shoulder with wide eyes.

"That’s the one, damn!" he added, mouth agape. "Who owns that masterpiece?"

He was referring to a lacy red panty that looked kind of full — hinting at the thick folds hidden beneath it. Smooth, pale thighs hugged the fabric, making the image even sexier. The boys couldn’t help but feel a stir in their underwear as they stared at this masterpiece.

Asher groaned, stabbing his fork into his food. "You pervs need prayers."

"Oh please," Adrian snorted, flicking through the photos. "Don’t act like your pants haven’t twitched at least twice since we sat down."

Asher rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it.

Just then, Kira plopped down next to Asher, noticeably out of sync with the rest of the group. He stared down at his tray, silent.

"You good, man?" Asher asked, nudging his elbow.

Kira hesitated, his lips tightening before he muttered, "Did you... uh, did you find Lorraine this morning? Is she okay?"

His voice was troubled, and that’s when it hit Asher — Kira had a serious crush on Lorraine. The way he (Asher) had panicked in the morning when she wasn’t at school might’ve made Kira ask hinself a lot of questions. Asher patted his shoulder.

"She’s fine, bro. And don’t worry: there’s nothing going on between us."

Kira’s eyes shot up, his face heating up instantly. "W-What?! I-I wasn’t implying that! I didn’t think that at all!" he stammered, but the subtle sigh of relief he exhaled didn’t go unnoticed.

In this world, women were mostly attracted to stronger men, and Asher, having bested Lorraine in a fight, now looked like the kind of guy she might fall for. That thought alone had probably eaten Kira up inside. He trained every day like a madman, but with no real progress, it must’ve felt like he was falling behind.

Asher lifted his wrist and showed the string tied around it with a smirk. "Relax, man. I’m taken."

Kira smiled weakly, his eyes dropping to the string. "Lucky bastard."

From there, the group naturally drifted into weekend gossip. Derrick, however, looked pale—haunted even.

Adrian noticed first. "What’s with the face, dude? You look like someone sucked your soul out."

"Oh, she did," Derrick muttered dramatically, leaning in like he was about to spill the most traumatic tale of all time. "Natalie."

Adrian and Kira perked up.

"What happened?" Adrian asked, grinning.

Derrick shook his head. "Bro... she came over yesterday with a bottle of alcohol and told me to ’loosen up a little.’ Next thing I know—she’s riding me like a damn rodeo horse. I blacked out midway, woke up naked and alone at midnight. That girl is a fucking nympho!"

Kira’s jaw dropped. "Wait, for real?"

"Deadass! I don’t even know when she left! Thank God my folks are still on vacation, or I’d be a dead man."

Asher laughed. "I knew that girl was too freaky for you. She’s way too experienced, and you only just lost your virginity. Maybe try going for someone younger, less experienced — someone you can keep up with — before trying to ride a night rider like her."

Derrick groaned, rubbing his face. "I know, I know... I think I’m gonna tell her we need a pause. Like, a medically recommended one."

Brian, who’d been quiet so far, smirked. "Y’all sound like you’ve been through war. Meanwhile, I spent my weekend peacefully with Miranda, eating—"

"Yeah, yeah, nobody asked," Adrian cut in.

They all burst into more laughter, the energy lifting just in time for the end-of-day bell to ring as each and every one of them stood up to walk home.

Anna and Natalie came over, and without hesitation, Anna grabbed Asher’s arm, smiling brightly as she walked hand-in-hand with him. With a grin, Natalie grabbed Derrick and pulled him to the side as well.

Without warning, Asher scooped Anna into his arms in a bridal carry. She squealed in surprise, smacking his chest playfully.

Gasps and murmurs echoed from the students nearby. Some were envious, some just stunned. Asher, now something of a legend after the tournament, had become every girl’s walking fantasy. But this public move? That was for Anna. To show her—and everyone else—that he was hers. freёweɓnovel.com

Adrian groaned. "Seriously? You had to flex like that?!"

Asher grinned over his shoulder. "Get yourself a girlfriend, then we’ll talk."

"Fuck you, dude! Stop with the showoff!" Adrian yelled.

Asher ignored him and looked down at Anna, his eyes softening. "How was your day, hun?"

She smiled. "Stressful. People kept asking about the string on my wrist."

He raised his brows. "They know now who tied it, don’t they?"

"Oh, I made very sure they do," she said proudly.

Asher leaned in and kissed her lips gently before setting her down. Together, hand in hand, they walked through the Academy gates—all eyes on them.

After dropping Anna off at her place, Asher headed home. The moment he opened the door, his mother greeted him with her usual over-the-top concern.

"How was your day, sweetheart? Are you hungry? Did anything bad happen? You look tired—"

"Mom! One question at a time!" he laughed. "I’m fine. Just starving. I missed your food."

Beaming, she rushed off to get him a plate. After eating quickly, Asher went to his room to change so that he could go to check in on his businesses. He reached for his favorite navy t-shirt on the bed—only to find it missing.

"Mom! Did you see the navy t-shirt that was on my bed?" he called out.

"I tossed it into your laundry basket, sweetie!"

Except... it wasn’t there.

With a sigh, he gave up the search and reached for another shirt. Whatever. The navy one would turn up eventually.

Or at least that’s what he thought.....

TBC...

TBC