Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 3: Survivors

The familiar [Ding!] resonated in his mind, the system's intrusion a stark contrast to the newfound clarity of his swordsmanship.

[Ding!]

Name : Ruel

Level : 4

Lvl Exp : 5/40

Milf Exp : 1000

Height : 190.5

Health : 102 + 20

Strength : 122 + 10

Agility : 81 + 10

Stamina : 99

Perception : 80

Intelligence : 60

Charisma : 100

Endurance : 100

Skills : Master Swords Skill lvl

Spacial Inventory : Ten Pounds Pork legs x30, Instant Noodels x110, 500 mm Pure Water bottle x102 freёnovelkiss.com

A torrent of knowledge flooded his consciousness, settling into his muscle memory like a long-forgotten language rediscovered.

He felt the intuitive understanding of steel, the subtle shifts in balance, the lethal precision of a master swordsman. A silent smile touched his lips. "Impressive."

Then, a deep, rumbling growl echoed from his abdomen, a primal protest against the emptiness within. "Grrr... growl..." His stomach demanded attention.

He located the nearest kitchen, a scene of hurried abandonment.

The LPG cylinder, a fortunate relic of the pre-apocalypse rush, still held its precious fuel.

Soon, the savory aroma of pork legs sizzling alongside the familiar scent of instant noodles filled the air. He devoured the meal with a ravenous hunger.

"Glug glug glug... haaah..." The cool water finally quenched his thirst, a wave of relief washing over him. He'd consumed a staggering amount, the gnawing emptiness finally quelled.

Just as he was about to move on, a faint mechanical hum vibrated through the building. "Humm... humm... whirr..." He tensed, instincts honed by the new world kicking in.

He moved silently to the nearest window, positioning himself in the shadows.

Through a crack in the grimy glass, he saw it – an old RV lumbering down the road, heading directly for his building.

Then came the sharp bursts of gunfire.

"Brrrrap!"

"Dak-dak-dak-dak!"

Two figures within the RV were systematically clearing the approaching zombies.

The staccato rhythm continued as they neared the building's gate.

"Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!" Silence descended as the immediate threat was neutralized.

Ruel watched as the RV doors creaked open, revealing two men – one bald and burly, the other short and wiry – stepping out. They were followed by two women and a tall burly man.

The leader, a man with a jagged scar bisecting his face, carried a semi-automatic machine gun slung over his shoulder.

One of the women was petite and looked to be in her late twenties, dressed in tight jeans and a white t-shirt.

But Ruel's gaze snagged, his breath catching in his throat. "Gulp..."

The other woman was breathtaking. A black satin slip clung to her hourglass figure, the thin fabric doing little to conceal the undeniable sway of her large, J-cup breasts with every movement.

A primal heat surged through him, his blood pounding, his arousal immediate and undeniable. "Mine." The thought was a visceral command.

[Ding! Bed the Milf in satin dress and get Reward of : INT +1, CHM +1, PRC +1, END 2+, Semi-Auto Gun, 500 mm Pure Water bottle x10, Telekinesis Skill Card : Range 10 MTR, Common Clayovorance Skill Card, Uncommon Double edged Sword ]

[Ding! Host Do you Accept the Task?]

[Yes / No]

A predatory smirk stretched across Ruel's lips. "Hehe... you know me well, System. Asking such obvious questions."

[Ding! Ok Host Task Assigned]

Meanwhile -

The scarred man's voice was gruff as he addressed the skinny one, his eyes scanning the building. "Is this the place the racket came from?"

The skinny man squinted, his gaze fixed on the dilapidated structure. "Yeah, Boss Cheng. This morning, while scavenging, I heard all hell breaking loose – zombies getting torn apart, wailing and everything."

The petite woman scoffed, her arms crossed. "Seriously? We dragged ourselves all the way out here to this wasteland because of some noise?"

The skinny man trembled, his voice a rushed stammer. "N-no, Miss Nina! I wouldn't dare waste your time!"

A sultry voice interjected, belonging to the woman in the satin slip, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Ara ara... why blame the poor dear, Nina? He's just trying to be helpful."

Boss Cheng held up a hand, silencing the brewing argument. "Alright, enough. We're here now. Let's take a look." He started towards the gate.

The burly man, Big Ben, called out as they approached. "Boss Cheng! I don't hear anything from inside."

Cheng just grunted. "Just a peek. Can't hurt."

As they reached the entrance, their eyes widened.

A tall, muscular man, completely naked, emerged from the building, his hands empty. Instinctively, they snapped into a defensive formation, weapons raised and pointed.

Ruel stopped in the doorway, a casual air about him despite his nudity. "Hello there. Sorry to startle you. Just looking for some grub. Didn't find much inside."

Nina's jaw dropped, a flush creeping up her neck as she took in his impressive physique.

The petite woman shrieked, her face contorted in disgust.

"Bah! Pervert! Cover your... your junk, or I swear I'll shoot it off!" She leveled her pistol, aiming directly at his groin.

The men, however, remained relatively unfazed by his nudity, their expressions more surprised by his well-defined muscles than his lack of clothing. They'd seen worse in this new world.

Boss Cheng stepped forward, his voice gruff but surprisingly calm. "Alright, hold on. I'm Chen Loh, most people call me Boss Chen. Could you please cover yourself? We have ladies present who aren't exactly used to... that."

Ruel chuckled, a disarming grin spreading across his face. "Hahaha... I would, believe me, but the pickings were slim inside. No clean clothes left. Mostly looted or... well, let's just say covered in more red than a tomato."

He took a step towards them. "Oh, by the way, I'm Ruel. Just Ruel. Nice to meet you all." He continued to walk naked.

Nina's grip tightened on her pistol. "Stay right there! Don't you dare come any closer!" She adopted a shooting stance, her finger hovering over the trigger.

The woman in the satin slip, the mature milf, stepped forward slightly, her gaze fixed on Ruel's impressive form, her eyes lingering on the obvious bulge between his legs.

A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Nina, dear, calm down. He said he doesn't have any clothes. We need to be considerate." Her voice was surprisingly gentle, her eyes still tracing the pulsating outline of his erection.

A warmth spread through her own body, her nipples hardening beneath the thin satin.

A subtle tremor ran through her legs, a telltale sign of the stirring wetness between her thighs.

Ruel's smile widened, catching the reactions of each of them. He definitely hadn't missed the milf's flushed cheeks and the subtle tremor in her stance.

"Considerate. A lovely quality." His eyes met hers for a brief, charged moment, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.