My Milf System-Chapter 112. Preparations for the crossbreeding ritual!

They hauled me in the net as one of them brought forth a bamboo branch, which she toed through the net, allowing two of them to carry me like a wild boar hunted down in the jungle.

It wasn’t what I’d call comfortable—heck, I couldn’t even wiggle—but I kept my cool and watched as they carried me deeper into the dense forest.

The trees here weren’t just tall—they were titans, ancient and broad. And from above, I caught glimpses of Elven women leaping gracefully from branch to branch like acrobatic monkeys. Perhaps, that’s how they scout for their prey.

After about thirty minutes, we finally arrived in Elvarion Kingdom—though, to be honest, it looked more like a fortress than a kingdom.

There were no fancy buildings, no shops, nothing like the polished streets of Eldoria or Felmora. Instead, the houses were built into the trees, connected by wooden bridges that spanned from trunk to trunk like roads in the sky. The homes were expertly crafted from bamboo and thatched grass, radiating an earthy beauty that reminded me of the African jungles l used to watch on TV back in my old world. Despite its rustic design, this kingdom was... charming.

But the strangest part was that l didn’t even see a single male in sight. Only light-skinned, strikingly beautiful female elves, each one more stunning than the last.

They dumped me onto a large circular platform surrounded by drums and chairs carved from logs. Slowly, the elven beauties gathered, their eyes scanning me with curiosity, some pointing and giggling like I was some rare zoo animal.

"Bring forth the Matriarch!" one of my captors called.

The others immediately straddled the drums, and began beating them rhythmically. The sound pulsed through the air, echoing with an energy that screamed, You’re tonight’s main dish, buddy.

Then, from a grand treehouse veiled in silky white curtains, a figure emerged. She didn’t walk down. No, she sprang out from the top like a goddess in motion, swung from a branch like Tarzan, did a graceful spin mid-air, and landed with a heavy thud that shook the earth.

The elves clapped and bowed in unison. Honestly, if my hands were free, I might’ve joined in. That dramatic entrance deserved some respect.

The Matriarch was tall, towering, even, and terrifyingly gorgeous. Her body screamed "warrior." With muscles sculpted from years of training— l could tell that much from a single glare. I was a doctor after all.

She had long silver hair cascading down her back, and a massive butterfly tattoo sprawled over her left thigh, half-revealed beneath the tiniest gray shorts I’d ever seen. Those shorts looked one wrong move away from tearing apart, barely containing curves so outrageous they bordered on supernatural. If she had shown up in my old world, people would swear she lived at the gym—or worse, drank pills or went through surgical help to obtain those crazy curves.But this? This was all natural.

She crouched beside me, and at once, the drumming stopped as the entire place fell silent.

"So..." she purred, her voice low and velvety. "This is the male human who dared enter our forest."

She grabbed my chin and turned my face toward her. "He doesn’t even look like he could satisfy a virgin elf. Free him. Let’s put that to the test."

Two elves immediately brought up a wooden chair. They dragged me out of the net and, before I could even stretch myself, they yanked me to the chair, strapped my hands behind it and tied my legs to its base.

The Matriarch drew a blade from the back of her shorts and stepped in front of me. My heart thudded. For a second, I thought she was going to gut me.

Instead, she grabbed the waistband of my chinos and sliced them clean down the middle.

"Hey! Are you crazy?!" I yelled. "Do you even know how much those cost, you gorilla?!"

She didn’t flinch. Just ripped off the remaining cloth and then without hesitation went for my underwear.

She yanked it down without a care in the world, but l notices her eyes widen slightly as she stared at my member.

"Not bad, boy," she whispered.

Gasps echoed around us. The elves began pushing and shoving each other to get a better view.

"So that’s what a male’s thing looks like?" "It’s so... big!" "Finally. We get to be bred!"

They sounded excited—way too excited for a race that could be hundreds of years old and still look like young. Heck, most of them gathered around even looked like 18 year old human girls!

The Matriarch stood and addressed the crowd. "Listen well! As you all know, humans are weak and fragile, nothing like us, who were born of warrior blood. But this male will serve a purpose. Before the crossbreeding ritual begins, treat him well. Feed him, give him water, and prepare the strengthening herbs to boost his stamina! Some of you go bathe! The cleaner the female, the more fertile the egg becomes!"

What the hell kind of nonsense was this?!

But they obeyed instantly. Some climbed up into their tree homes and returned with clay pots of water, heading toward a leaf-covered shelter that seemed to serve as their communal bath.

I just sat there, tied up, watching it all unfold in stunned silence. Their bathhouse’s branch walls weren’t even high enough to cover much. So as they washed up, l could see their boobs jiggling freely in the open air like it was nothing.

And let me tell you—it’s overwhelming to see that many boobies at once.

The Matriarch brought over a chair and sat beside me.

"Tell me, human. What’s your name?"

"Asher," I muttered.

"Asher?" she snorted. "Humans do have the strangest names. I’m Elaris. It means Celestial Bloom."

"Nice. That’s... cool," I replied with a shrug.

"So, Asher," she said, leaning in, her ocean-blue eyes locking with mine, "why did you come here? Surely you’ve heard the rumors about how dangerous Elvarion is."

I glanced back at her. "I came for the necklace. One of the four parts of the Key of Ascension."

She blinked, then chuckled. "Is that so? Don’t tell me you’ve acquired the first necklace?"

I nodded firmly. "I actually did. And I’m not leaving here without the second one."

A sly smirk curled her lips. "Seems like l underestimated you, brat. Well, if you want our Kingdom’s necklace that badly... I suppose I can give it to you. I am its guardian, after all."

My eyes widened. "Really? Just like that?"

She chuckled again. "Mmhmm... But there’s a condition."

I swallowed. "Let me guess..."

"You’ll only get it," she said, her voice dropping seductively, "if you can successfully breed at least fifty of elven women. Once we confirm the pregnancies, the necklace is yours."

The Hell? Fifty women?

TBC