My Milf System-Chapter 243 - 251. Kick to the balls.

As Will led Onalenna out of the main road into an alleyway, the narrow path twisted like a snake through the city’s underbelly—far from the vendor stalls and canteens that lined the central districts.

Behind them, Rex trotted, low and silent. His gums were twitching, and his teeth clicked softly with each step. The dog—if you could even call him that—had been trying to hold back a growl ever since they left the main road. His fur bristled with tension. Something about this man reeked of bad intentions. But Rex, loyal and disciplined, wouldn’t act without a command.

Still, the way the dog bared its teeth—silent, deliberate—told Onalenna everything she needed to know.

That something was off.

After all, Rex wasn’t just any dog. He was a dungeon-won guardian beast—earned by Asher himself after clearing one of the hardest Class-B dungeon bosses in the southern frontier. At least, that’s what she’d been told.

She shook the thought away but stayed alert. Her steps slowed slightly, heels clicking softly on the cobblestone path leading into a narrow, shadow-choked alley. The scent of mildew and spilled alcohol clung to the walls.

Willson walked ahead casually, hands in his pockets. He didn’t even look back. Too confident. Too rehearsed.

Sge trailed just behind him, arms folded under her ample chest, her sundress swaying slightly with every step. But she wasn’t naive. She walked like someone who knew what violence smelled like.

They reached a dead-end, a hollow yard between buildings, silent except for the flickering lantern nailed to a rusted pipe above.

Will stopped. She stopped a step behind.

From the darkness ahead, three masked figures stepped out from the alley’s mouth ahead of them, men in pale demon-masks, with swords glinting in their hands. Footsteps scuffed behind them, too. Onalenna turned slightly. Three more masked attackers blocked their exit.

Seven in total.

"Well," she muttered, flexing her fingers, "looks like someone’s playing dirty tonight."

Willson chuckled and turned around to face her, the grin on his face oozing sleaze.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Willson said smugly. "But the boss wants you. So, you’re coming with us."

She blinked. "Excuse me? What boss?"

Will’s smirk faltered for half a second before returning. "You don’t need to know that. Just come with us. Or things get ugly."

"Ugly’s already here," she said. "I see your face."

Willson chuckled like he thought he was charming. "You’ve got jokes. Shame we’re past foreplay. Grab her!"

Onalenna let out a long breath through her nose.

She wasn’t scared. Just irritated. After having a good orgasm, this wasn’t how she thought she’d spend her day. But oh, well...

She lowered into a fighting stance, one arm forward, the other back. Her sundress hiked slightly up her toned thighs. Her fingers clenched into fists.

"You can try your worst," she grinned.

Willson scoffed. "Get her, boys! But don’t mess up her face. The boss wants her pretty."

The three behind her moved first. She sensed it—the slight crunch of gravel under their boots. But before they could reach her—

"Rex. Help me out. No killing. And no causing major scenes," she said calmly.

Rex barked once, disappointed. No killing? That meant no fun. He would’ve loved to chew through flesh today. Still, orders were orders. His body tensed like a coiled spring—and then he pounced.

Still in his smaller form, Rex slashed the air with his claws, sending sharp waves of black energy slicing across the alley. They weren’t as fatal as they usually are, but they tore through pants and left deep gashes in legs, dropping two attackers to their knees in howls of pain.

The third flinched—and was met by Onalenna’s elbow to the face.

On the other side, three more thugs charged her from the front. They leapt, swords flashing under the alley light. She smirked.

"Blinding Glint."

Their eyes went pale in an instant, whited out like milk-glazed pearls. They swung wildly, crashing into each other.

"Too easy," she muttered, slipping between them.

She was a support mage who’s spells mainly dealt with eyesight or seeing through buildings like how she keeps a close eye on her children when they are both home. However, Blinding Glint only lasted for ten seconds. So she had to make do with that.

She spinned and slammed into one man’s temple with the hill of her sandals. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. She ducked under a blind sword swipe and drove her fist into another’s ribs, followed by a quick hook that sent him flying.

She sprinted forward, grabbed one by the collar, and slammed his head into the wall.

CRACK.

Only one left standing.

Meanwhile, chaos erupted behind her.

Rex had launched himself onto one attacker’s shoulder, biting hard. The man screamed, blood spraying from his shoulder as Rex thrashed, mask flying off his face.

"Somebody kill this damned mutt!!" he screamed.

Another thug staggered up, sword drawn, ignoring the pain in his leg. "I got it!"

He slashed—just as Rex jumped away.

The blade cut deep into his friend’s back.

"ARGHHHH!!!"

"Oh—shit! I didn’t mean—"

The wounded man let out a wet gasp and collapsed, clutching his back as blood spilled onto the cobblestones.

Only three remained—Willson, and two others.

One of them backed up, panicked. "I-I’m not paid enough for this shit!"

He turned to run.

But Onalenna wasn’t finished.

She grabbed Rex by the leg, spun once, and flung him forward like a missile.

The hound soared through the air and landed with his jaws around the fleeing man’s neck. A final scream echoed through the alley before he crumpled to the ground, twitching.

Willson’s hands trembled. His eyes darted between the shadows. These men he’d bought with him. They werr all B-ranks. And they were defeated like that? He got it. He’d warned them not to use magic since its forbidden to use it in town, but still... to think Lenna could overpower them like this? Wifh a dog?

"You... you bitch..." he cursed as he backed up a step and began muttering under his breath. There was no holding back anymore.

"Aqua Lance Spiral."

A sound like crashing waves exploded in the air as a vortex of spiraling water formed before him—vertical, violent, and expanding fast. The magic tore through the alley like a cyclone. Trash cans, bricks, and shards of glass were sucked in and shredded.

The wind screamed.

Water pressure blasted the walls, scraping away old paint and loose mortar.

"You know that’s illegal, right?" Onalenna shouted over the roar. "Using spells inside city borders? They’ll lock you up. And not only will you be sewn as a criminal from another kingdom, but you’ll hit your own men too if you release that thing."

"Hah!" Willson laughed madly. "You think I care?! Max will bail me out! He always does!"

Onalenna tilted her head, smirking. "Oh, so it is Max. The golden prince of Zephandria himself wants me and brings you to kidnap me? . Cute."

"That’s right, bitch! And this is payback—for turning me down when l wanted to fuck your pussy, for dumping me, and for acting like you’re better than me!!"

He released the vortex.

But Rex had already shifted.

In a blur of shadows and bone-cracking sound, the dog transformed, elongating and swelling, fur turning into shadow, until a hulking demon hound stood where the dog had been.

With a roar, Rex raised both claws and unleashed twin air slashes: black wind erupted from his claws in jagged crescents, slicing the vortex apart like wet paper. The water burst and exploded against the walls, soaking the alley, but the shockwave of the attack didn’t stop there—it crashed straight into Willson, slashing across his shoulder and flinging him into the wall.

"GAHHH!!"

He fell, clutching his shoulder. His blood mixed with the water on the pavement.

When he looked up—he screamed.

Rex towered over him now, monstrous and terrifying. The kind of beast nightmares whispered about.

Willson’s legs gave out.

A wet spot bloomed on his pants as he peed on himself.

"Wh-wha... what the hell is this?!" he choked out.

Onalenna stepped forward and sighed, brushing wet hair from her face. "Rex... you made a scene."

She placed a gentle hand on his fur. "But thanks for the save."

Rex shrank instantly, becoming a wagging, smiling dog again.

Moments later, the Kingdom’s security knights stormed in with their swords drawn, only to find Onalenna standing calmly in the middle of the carnage. Around her, groaning mercs clutched their wounds. Willson lay against the wall, his breathing ragged and his ego in ruins.

A noble boy.

Feeling pain for the first time in his life.

But this was far from over.

She needed answers—why the Prince of Zephandria had ordered her kidnapping.

And she knew just how to get them.

With the help of her friend.

None other than Ivy Rembrandt, the famed swordmaster.

And with a little... creative persuasion—particularly a few well-placed kicks to the balls—Willson would spill everything.

TBC

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