My Milf System-Chapter 150. Hormones catching up

(Third Person POV)

Dressed in her silky nighties, Lorraine sat before a large ornate mirror in her lavish room—far too spacious for one girl. She gathered her soft, red hair into a loose ponytail, the strands slipping like threads through her fingers.

Her eyes met her reflection, and she touched her plush lips, sighing.

What the hell happened to me today at school? Why did my heart beat so fast when I stared at him?

The thoughts wouldn’t stop spiraling in her mind. She reached for her moisturizer, massaging it gently into her face, followed by a soothing layer of night gel. Then, as always, she applied her mosquito repellent.

Lorraine was the kind of girl who couldn’t stand filth. Even the mere landing of a fly on her smooth skin felt like an insult. That’s why she never bothered with boys. The thought of getting close—really close—to one repulsed her. The idea of lips locking in a kiss, of all things, made her stomach churn.

She brushed her fingertips across her lips again, shivering. No way in hell would I let someone else’s lips touch mine. Disgusting. Sharing saliva, germs, and whatever rotten crap the other person ate... Gross!

But lately, hormones were creeping in, betraying her ideals. Sometimes, when she saw someone attractive... her chest would flutter, her heart warming for a split second before she masked it with her usual cold demeanor.

And yet, that very mask had made her untouchable. Unapproachable. No one dared speak to her—except Kira. He’d knelt before her, asking to be her friend. That had melted something inside her. Reminded her that beneath all the ice, she was still human and a teenager.

But today, she also felt something else entirely.

When Asher walked by, looking hotter than ever, she didn’t feel that warm fuzzy flutter in her heart.

No...

She felt something else warm up.

Her pussy had dampened slightly, soaking into her panties. Her clit had begun to pulse with every step she took, and the teasing brush of her underwear against it was maddening.

What the heck is wrong with me? she’d asked herself, her body practically screaming for his touch. Her lips trembled with a desire she didn’t understand, aching to feel his against hers.

Sighing again, she stood up, shaking the thoughts from her head. She strolled to her queen-sized bed, cluttered with fluffy dolls and colorful sheets, and grabbed her mana-script—a fantasy-styled digital device she’d bought from Genzai Innovations. Hunger gnawed at her belly, so she headed downstairs, flipping the mana-script open and browsing the net.

She began searching for images of couples kissing, bodies clinging to one another, desperate to understand how people could do that... without gagging.

Downstairs, as always, the first to greet her was her butler. A silver-haired man of 42, always dressed in a tailored black suit, pristine white shirt, and polished formal shoes. A trail of beaded silver traced across his mouth like a ceremonial mask, neatly trimmed and regal.

"Good evening, young lady," he said with a deep bow. "Dinner is ready. I’ve been waiting on you."

Lorraine brushed past him with a soft grumble. "I just want dessert. Pudding, please."

"But, my lady... you haven’t eaten any—"

She shot him a glare. Instantly silenced, he turned and barked the order to the kitchen staff.

Moments later, her pudding arrived. She ate while browsing through her mana-script until the front door opened and her mother, Liloth, stepped in.

"Hey, sweetie," Liloth greeted warmly, sitting across from her at the long, glistening dining table under the glow of chandelier lights.

"Hi, Mom," Lorraine replied, barely glancing up.

The butler returned to serve Liloth her dinner. As she took her first few bites, she couldn’t help but notice how entranced Lorraine was by whatever she was watching.

"Is something the matter?" she asked.

Lorraine shook her head.

"Alright..."

Silence fell again, heavy and ever-present in their vast, elegant home—until Lorraine broke it.

"Mom... have you... ever been to a mixer before?"

Liloth nearly choked on her drink. "W-what? Where did that come from?"

Lorraine turned to her with an unchanging, unreadable expression. "There’s this boy who invited me. I don’t even know if I should go or—"

"Go!!!" Liloth blurted, eyes sparkling. "So you finally got yourself a boyfriend, huh? I was worried you’d spend your whole life in solitude."

Lorraine rolled her eyes. "Mom, first of all, he’s not my boyfriend. Second, I’m not living in solitude—I’ve got Cammy, remember?"

Liloth groaned. "Cammy? That little disciple of yours? Ugh. So tell me more about this boy who invited you."

Lorraine sighed. "He’s not much. Average looks. Average grades. Everything about him just screams average. He’s also a D-rank."

Liloth clicked her tongue, clearly disappointed. "Not from a noble family, then?"

Lorraine nodded. "But... I’m just curious about what happens at mixers. So, I think I’ll go."

Liloth downed her glass of water and stood. "Fine, go. Have fun. But don’t get too close to nobodies. They’re always cowards..." Her voice dropped lower, bitter. "Just like your father."

With that, she walked away, leaving Lorraine sitting alone with the echo of her words.

Lorraine tried to shake off the memory, turning her attention back to the mana-script. She scrolled through more videos while heading back to her room.

Then she saw videos labeled adults only.

Her finger hovered for a moment before she tapped.

The screen filled with a scene of a man pinning a woman to the bed, pulling off his pants, and climbing over her. His dick dangled in front of the woman before he grabbed it, directed it into her slit, and began moving his hips.

The woman’s moans filled the room, and Lorraine quickly turned the volume down, her heart pounding. She rushed into her room, locked the door, and dove onto her bed, eyes still fixed on the screen.

Something about it excited her.

Her hand slipped beneath her panties without her even realizing as she continued watching with a low volume. Her fingers found her pussy that was already slick. She rubbed her clit slowly and gently, all while for some unknown reasons, her mind imagining herself in the woman’s place—and Asher as the man.

It felt... sweet.

Her panties dampened as she bit her lip, stifling the moan clawing at her throat.

And then one thought crossed her mind like lightning:

What would it feel like... if I let a man put his thing inside me?

The curiosity burned in her, unrelenting.

And not even she knew when that burning question would turn into something more... something real. freewebnσvel.cøm

But as for now, she was prepared to go to this mixer with Kira.

TBC