My Milf System-Chapter 151. Make sure I’m not lonely

(Third Person POV)

Asher had stayed up late last night, studying mnemomancy in an old book he’d gotten from the Elvarion library just the other day.

This morning, knowing he wasn’t going to school, he slept in peacefully like a baby.

Well, until Sharon barged into his room and literally jumped on top of him, jolting him awake.

He squinted, annoyed and half-asleep.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he barked.

"Waking you up!!" Sharon replied, still bouncing on the bed. She wore a short skirt that shamelessly revealed the bunny-print panties underneath.

"Is that a way to wake someone up?!" he growled, burying his face in his pillow.

"That’s how sisters wake their brothers up! It’s practically an unwritten rule!"

Asher growled again, then lunged forward, grabbing her petite waist and yanking her down beside him. He immediately started tickling her—along her ribs, under her arms—making her giggle uncontrollably, wiggling around like a worm.

Once he’d properly vented his sleepy frustration, he rolled off the bed in his pajamas, leaving her giggling in the sheets, and made his way to the wardrobe.

"So..." Sharon purred. "About today’s mixer—you picked Anna instead of me, huh?"

Without turning to look at her, Asher replied, "Isn’t that obvious? Who invites their own sister to a mixer? That’s weird."

Sharon huffed. "Half-sister. And it’s not weird. But whatever... At least your friend invited me, so I won’t be missing out."

"My friend?" he said, holding up a pair of shorts, brows raised.

"Yeah... Adrian," she grinned.

"That idiot?! Don’t tell me you actually fell for his cringe pickup lines?"

"What pickup lines, dude? He asked, I said yes. End of story."

Asher sighed. "Well, if you say so."

He slipped out of his pajamas and pulled on his shorts and a plain tee.

"Made any breakfast?" he asked.

Sharon jumped up and leapt onto his back, locking her arms around his neck.

"Mom made porridge before she left," she whispered into his ear, her breath tickling.

"Would you get off me? You’re murdering my shoulders."

"Oh, come on. I’m not that heavy," she pouted.

"Yes, you are!"

She bopped his head with her palm. "Rude! Don’t call a young lady heavy!"

He groaned, but gave up fighting. With her giggling in his ear, he carried her all the way to the kitchen. He found a pot of warm porridge, seasoned with herbs, and dished himself a bowl.

"Do... you know where mom spends her time these days?" Sharon asked casually.

"I don’t know. Probably at Mrs. Rembrandt’s shop or something?"

"Ncc-ncc-ncc." Sharon clicked her tongue and leaned in close. "I think... she’s got a boyfriend," she whispered mischievously.

Asher nearly choked on his porridge. "Wait, what?!"

"There are men from Zephandria who come here looking for women to fuck."

"Don’t use that word! Jeez!" Asher cut her off, annoyed.

"It is what it is, brother dearest. There’s no real love in those visits, as far as I can see. They just look for lonely women to fuvk, then disappear! They always take mom from Mrs. Rembrandt’s shop."

Asher quietly finished his porridge, placed the plate on the counter, and made his way to the living room.

"She’s a grown woman. She does what she wants. Why are you even telling me this?"

He peeled Sharon’s arms off his neck and dropped her to the floor. She glanced up at him cutely.

"Do... you want me to be taken by those men too?" she asked.

Asher frowned. "W-what?"

"I mean... I’m lonely too," she said, twiddling her fingers. "They like lonely girls."

"No, what the fuck?! I won’t let you get passed around by some nobodies from another kingdom!"

She smirked. "Then maybe... you should make sure I’m not lonely."

She reached out and gently took his hand. "You can do that much, right... brother dearest?"

Asher swallowed hard. "I—I guess... I’ll try—"

Knock Knock.

"Asherman!! It’s us, bro! Open up!" Adrian’s voice called out from the door.

Sharon clicked her tongue and stomped off to her room.

Asher exhaled, shook off the weird tension, and opened the door. Outside stood Adrian, Kira, Brian, and Derrick, each carrying bags of clothes and snacks.

"We came to help you prep for the party, bro!" Adrian grinned.

Asher arched an eyebrow. "Since when did this turn into a party?"

Brian scoffed. "Mixers are food parties, bro. Don’t you know that?"

Asher tapped his shoulder. "Not food. Freaky parties."

He gave him a look. Brian looked back dumbstruck, then—

"Yo, bro!" Kira fistbumped him. Derrick followed with a nod.

"Welcome, guys," Asher said, letting them in.

"Alright, peasants!" Adrian clapped. "First thing’s first—clean this place up! We gotta make a killer first impression!"

Brian flexed. "Impressions? Pfft. The girls will fall for me the moment I look at them."

Derrick rolled his eyes. "Dude, no one is falling for your fat ass."

"Jeez, you guys..." Asher sighed.

They got to work cleaning, but the bickering never stopped. After a while, Adrian dug into his bag and pulled out a wooden cup and a bundle of colored sticks.

"Okay, boys. King’s Command time. This is the game we’re gonna play with the girls."

He held up the items. "Simple rules. We drop the sticks into the cup. One of them has a crown—whoever picks it becomes the King and gets to give a command. ’Number 2 must kiss Number 5.’ ’Number 4 strips.’ Whatever the King says, goes."

Asher snorted. "Sounds like a horny excuse for you degenerates to manipulate girls."

Adrian smirked. "Oh, but here’s the twist—we rig the game."

Derrick crossed his arms. "Rig it how?"

Adrian adjusted his glasses with a smug look. "The stick with the King mark? I made it shorter. Together with a few others for us to pick. Just a bit. You see—girls are attracted to things that stand out. Taller sticks catch the eye. They’ll pick those first."

Brian grinned. "Meaning we always draw the King."

"Exactly," Adrian said, his eyes gleaming. "We’ll have them strip, dance, whisper secrets, whatever we want. All under the guise of a silly party game."

Kira chuckled darkly. "Damn, I’m in... anything to see under Lorraine’s dress..."

The boys laughed, high-fived each other completely unaware...

That from behind her bedroom door, Sharon had been listening the entire time.

And she was thrilled to crash their plans.

This mixer was about to turn into beautiful, delicious chaos.

TBC