My Milf System-Chapter 164. A scumbag

"Spirits of memories, I command you—grant me your power!" I spoke inwardly, eyes shut, my hand gripping the head of an infernal demon bound tightly to a chair, thrashing in vain against his restraints.

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The moment I chanted the spell, both the demon and I screamed in agony. A sharp pain struck my forehead—I couldn’t tell what he felt—but for me, it was the surge of his memories, pouring violently into my mind. Before they could consume me, I released his head, and we both gasped for breath, drenched in sweat.

"Hubby! Are you okay?" Rose’s voice broke through the haze as she rushed to my side, panic etched across her face.

"I’m fine," I rasped. "Just... need water."

She hurried away, and I slumped back. Tama and Rin flanked me shortly after, both trying to talk me out of continuing. But I couldn’t stop now. I had to master this skill—even if it meant burning myself alive from the inside.

In every mnemomancy book I’ve read, there’s one golden rule: never let the memories you want to read flood into your mind. That’s called a memory recoil, and it’s deadly. The correct method is to find the memory strings of your target and enter them yourself, one at a time.

Still....until the spirits acknowledge my resolve and my superiority, I won’t back down. As Rose came back with a cup of water, I drained it in one gulp, then turned toward my next test subject. The first demon was still screaming—steam literally rising from his head—so he was out.

I inhaled deeply and clutched the second demon. He thrashed just as wildly, but Agatha—Rose’s general commander—had him tightly bound. She stood nearby, arms crossed, her bouncy assets not-so-subtly jiggling every time she shifted her weight. Clearly intentional.

I ignored her distractions and channeled my focus.

After a few grueling attempts, it happened: I saw them—my first memory threads. It was like I dove into a dimension made of my test subject’s emotions of all kinds. Although most of them were of battle, carnage and pain. It felt as if l was watching a movie with my hand as a remote, just swiping the threads to the side to see more. But with each of the memories l viewed, it made my head pound so hard that l had no choice but release the demon from my grip.

Were the spirits of memories now finally granting me their power? It was hard to tell. But I was getting closer.

I conducted these trials in one of the castle’s guest rooms, now repurposed into a torture lab filled with demons—my guinea pigs. Later, my waifus went out to show Tama around since it was her first time in the demon realm, leaving me under Agatha’s watchful eye.

And Agatha... Well, her version of "watching" involved brushing her ample breasts against me every time she checked on my condition. She wasn’t even trying to hide it, which made me remember that time l found her masturbating to the sex noises made by Rose and l.

Blood trickled from my nose—a side effect of prolonged mnemomancy.

"This is bad... you’re bleeding too much," Agatha muttered.

"Don’t worry. I’m fine." I wiped it away with the back of my hand.

"You’re not fine. Come on." She grabbed my arm. "I need to stop your bleeding before you collapse."

I tried to protest, but she dragged me out of the room with demons and led me into her room. She shut the door behind us with a soft click.

Her room was oddly cute for a demon commander—elegant furniture with subtle pink tones and plush textures. If you ignored the fact that some of the furniture was literally alive, it looked like a high-school girl’s fantasy room.

She sat on her bed, patted her lap, and told me to rest on top of her. I hesitated at first before l laid on the bed, my head rested against her bare thighs, clad only in a leather skirt. She dabbed my nose gently with tissues, brushing my hair with surprisingly tender fingers.

Even after the bleeding stopped, she didn’t let me up.

I looked up. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

She smiled. "I’m just... surprised."

"Surprised? By what really?"

"That someone who looks so young had the queen screaming her lungs out the day you fucked here." She smirked. "Honestly, I don’t get it."

I chuckled, embarrassed. "Didn’t mean to keep you up that day. Sorry about that."

She cupped my cheeks. "It’s fine. I just... couldn’t sleep at all with those moans echoing through the walls. Sometimes I wish I was the queen."

"Why?"

"Pfft. Isn’t that obvious?" she shrugged. "Being queen comes with perks. Power, luxury, status... and a man like you in her bed."

"So... you do envy Rose for that?"

She laughed. "I envy her for many things... but those things don’t count you."

"Ouch. I thought you were head over heels for me."

"Hah! Don’t flatter yourself, human." She leaned in. "You’re the queen’s man. I’d never dare fall for you..."

"But if I wasn’t?"

She paused, gaze lingering on me.

Then: "No. You’re not my type. I’m into mascular men, giants who are at least 6"4 tall."

"Really? Sounds crazy. Well....I might not possess a giant body, but l have a massive—"

"I know." Her voice dropped. "And I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like... to have something that big inside me."

I blinked. "But, you just said I’m not your type."

"Yeah. I’m curious, not in love." She smiled wickedly.

"Too bad for you. I’m loyal to Rose. Can’t exactly test those curiosities without consequences."

"Well..." She leaned down, her breath warm against my ear. "If you change your mind, my door will be open tonight. Come show me what you’ve got."

I smirked. "Tempting. But l honestly can’t —"

She silenced me with a kiss.

Then she pulled away abruptly. "Get up. The queen’s coming."

Footsteps echoed in the corridor. She really had sharp senses, no kidding. That’s a demon commander for you.

As I stepped out to greet Rose and the others, Agatha’s bold invitation lingered in my mind. She was stunning. And the idea of fulfilling her curiosity, letting her get a test of my judgment ... was far from unpleasant.

But wouldn’t that mean I’ll be betraying my waifus while l expect them to never betray me?

Doesn’t that make me a scumbag?

TBC