My Milf System-Chapter 368.

After surveilling for a while, I realized something pretty basic—I had no food.

And knowing Sakura, she must’ve already made something for me... probably still waiting too.

Yeah, I couldn’t just sit here. I decided to head over.

For someone who’d spent years running and grinding through my system’s daily training regimen, the distance meant nothing. The moment I stepped out, my system kicked in with my tracking skill, projecting a layout of the streets right into my vision—highlighting shortcuts, cleaner paths and faster routes.

I didn’t hesitate. I took off like a springbok.

Alleyways blurred past me as I cut through them without slowing down, vaulting over gates, scaling low walls, cutting across buildings like it was second nature. Vendors shouted as I rushed past, their stalls barely registering as I leapt over boxes and scattered goods without breaking stride.

My body moved smoothly and efficiently since l had done this a thousand times before.

In ten minutes, I was there.

A distance that had taken me forty-five minutes that morning.

The sun was already dipping low, the sky dimming as night slowly crept in. I stepped up to Sakura’s door and rang the bell.

A second later, it opened. She must’ve checked the camera and saw it was me.

"Oh my God, Asher!" she cried the moment I stepped in, her voice tight with worry. "I was sick with worry about you! I thought you got lost or something!"

I gave her a small, reassuring smile as I stepped inside. "Relax. I told you I wouldn’t get lost that easily."

She let out a breath, shoulders finally dropping. "Goodness... so how was your day?"

She led me in, and I settled onto the couch.

"It was... good," I said, leaning back slightly. "I got a job."

"Really??"

"Yeah. Security guard. They even gave me a place to stay while I’m on duty."

She went quiet for a moment, her gaze dropping.

"...Does that mean you won’t be spending nights here anymore?"

I looked at her properly then, and even behind her glasses, the sadness in her eyes was obvious.

I stood up and closed the distance between us, lifting my hands to cup her warm cheeks.

"I’ll always find time to check up on you."

My voice came out lower than usual, a little rough, enough to make her breath hitch slightly.

Right then, I noticed it.

A small display hovering above her head.

[SF: 5]

...So that’s what it was. Sexual Frustration level.

I frowned inwardly for a second. Why hadn’t I seen it before?

Then it clicked. She’d been alone for too long. Too quiet, too empty... to the point her body had practically forgotten what it even felt like to be wanted like that. Maybe I have sparked something that’s been sleeping inside her for a while now.

She nodded slowly, her cheeks warming under my hands as I let go.

"Um... I made something for you to eat. I’ll heat it up quickly."

She turned and hurried into the kitchen, clearly trying to hide her blush—but I’d already seen it.

I just shook my head with a faint smile.

Not long after, she brought the food out. I ate, and afterward, she even prepared water for me to bathe.

By the time I was done and getting ready to leave, she walked up to me and pressed a stack of cash into my hand.

"Take this."

I blinked. "For what?"

"It’ll help you," she said gently. "You just started your job, right? You’ll need food, clothes... and some money on you. Even for a taxi when you come visit. It’s not good to walk such distances."

I looked down at the money for a moment before meeting her eyes again.

"You’ve already done a lot for me, Sakura. I’ll pay you back soon. I promise."

I pulled her into a hug, feeling her warmth press against me.

She returned it, her hand gently rubbing my back. "Have a good night, young man."

"You too. Sleep tight."

That did it. Another blush spread across her cheeks again.

[SF: 5 → 7]

...Damn.

I could even feel her heartbeat picking up against my chest.

After a moment, I pulled back, gave her one last nod of thanks, and stepped out.

Night had already settled in.

I took off again, cutting through the streets just like before, and made it back to the dormitory without wasting time.

The moment I got in, I headed straight for the surveillance room and powered everything up.

Then—

"Oh... she’s back."

A smile crept onto my face as Karen appeared on one of the monitors, inside her room.

But just as quickly, my smile faded.

"...She’s not alone?"

I leaned in slightly.

She was dressed in a smooth black nightgown, barefoot on the couch, her posture slouched, hair messy and falling over her face.

Beside her sat a man I didn’t recognize.

Fully dressed in a suit—shoes and all which only showed he wasn’t someone who lived there.

He was talking to her, gently patting her back like he was consoling her.

She looked... stressed.

The hell was going on?

I clicked my tongue. These damn cameras didn’t have audio—I couldn’t hear a thing they were saying.

As I kept watching, the man pulled her closer, letting her rest against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her.

For a split second, l saw a faint smirk on her lips, but it was gone just as fast.

The guy didn’t notice it.

Then suddenly, she pushed him back onto the couch.

He looked surprised. And before he could react, she leaned in and kissed him.

It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled her off, saying something I couldn’t hear.

"Damn it..." I muttered under my breath. I desperately needed the audio.

She lowered her gaze, her posture shifting. Even without sound, it was obvious: she was apologizing.

Who the hell was this guy?

A moment later, he pulled her into another hug.

That’s when I noticed it: a glint on his finger.

...A wedding ring?

He was married?

Before I could process it further, she pushed him down again—this time with more urgency. Her hands moved quickly, loosening his tie, working through the buttons of his shirt.

His hands slid over her nightgown, gripping at her ass through the fabric.

Things escalated fast. Before long, she stripped her gown and panties, pulled his trousers down and impaled herself onto him, taking his cock inside her pussy as she started riding him.

My fists clenched on their own.

Tight.

Watching it happen right in front of me—watching the woman I once loved ride another man like that—

...it still hurt more than I expected.

Even after everything.

Even after reincarnation.

There had always been that small voice in the back of my mind telling me maybe I overreacted... maybe I was too dramatic.

Maybe catching her with fucking my gardener was just a one-time mistake.

Maybe she didn’t mean it.

Maybe she actually loved me.

But this?

It had only been two months since I died.

Two.

And the first time I see her again, she’s already fucking another man?

"...What a fucking slut." The words slipped out cold.

The whole thing didn’t last long. It was the defination of a quickie, and l doubt she even cummed.

Once they were done, I watched as the man calmly reached for his wallet, scribbled something on a piece of paper—probably a cheque—and handed it to her.

Then he left.

She walked him to the door, saw him out, and closed it behind him.

And the moment he was gone, she jumped, no longer looking as stressed as she was at first, but rather excited.

My fists tightened even more.

So that was it.

I needed to know everything. Every detail.

Because when I exposed her—when I showed everyone exactly what she was—a woman who brought married men into her house and fucked them for money—

I wanted to see her fall from that high horse she sat on. Hard.

"...Alright."

My gaze stayed locked on the screen.

"First thing tomorrow... I’m installing mouthpieces in her place."

If the cameras couldn’t give me sound, I’d fix that myself.

But before that.....l leaned back slightly.

"I’ve got to report to the boss."

Tbc.