My Milf System-Chapter 183. Asher and the 500 MILF Stampede

She took a few deep breaths....then glanced at Asher with a smile on her face before she felt her whole body fail, unable to move from using power too strong for her fragile body. Her knees buckled. Her body collapsed forward, crumpling to the scorched stage floor.

"Did she just—?"

"She fainted!"

"She’s not moving!"

"Is she... okay?!"

High above, the single voice of the arena commentator rang out:

"SHE’S DOWN!! ANNA HAS COLLAPSED!!"

The massive magic screens zoomed in on her unmoving body. Medics stationed at the ready rushed onto the stage with stretchers.

"AND THAT MEANS—WITH ONLY ONE STANDING—THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS... LORAINE ALVADOOOO!!"

"YEAAHHHHHHHH"

The spectators rose to their feet, clapping. Lorraine remained silent, her chest heaving, eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and lingering fear. She didn’t raise her arms in triumph. Even she knew... this didn’t feel like a victory.

"THAT’S OUR GIRL!!"

"I knew Anna couldn’t keep up. Come on—it’s Lorraine!"

"She overdid it trying to impress us. Poor thing."

"I mean... she was kind of impressive, not gonna lie."

"Sure, but she was never gonna win. Lorraine is the daughter of the Guildmaster. Their bloodline doesn’t lose."

A few scattered claps sounded for Anna, but they were quickly drowned out by chants of "LORAINE! LORAINE! LORAINE!"

Medics sprinted onto the battlefield, careful with her as they rolled Anna onto a stretcher. Her arms were raw, her skin marked by burns and decay, her lips pale. But even unconscious, her hand twitched, as if still trying to fight.

"WHAT A PERFORMANCE FROM BOTH STUDENTS!! ANNA REMBRANDT MAY HAVE FALLEN, BUT FOR A HEALER TO WIELD SUCH POWER... SHE’S ONE TO WATCH OUT FOR!"

"Yeah, well... maybe next year," someone muttered in the stands.

As the medics carried her offstage, people watched with mixed feelings. Lorraine had clearly dominated, but Anna... she’d pushed herself to the edge. Some began to murmur.

"She had guts, I’ll give her that."

"Maybe too much."

"She actually made Lorraine use real power."

Back on the field, Lorraine finally exhaled and bowed to the crowd. Her fans cheered louder. But her eyes—just for a moment—followed the girl being taken away.

Ivy and Lenna darted out of the spectator stands, their hearts racing as they made their way to the clinic to check on Anna.

Back in the arena, Asher stood frozen—his breath shallow, his eyes fixed where Anna had fallen moments ago. The roar of the crowd became white noise in his ears, until the booming voice of the commentator snapped him from his daze.

"Well, well, well! It looks like most of today’s contestants have thrown in the towel! Only three remain—Asher, Adrian, and our unstoppable girl, Lorraine!"

Boos erupted across the coliseum.

"Weak!" "Pathetic! Only a few worth watching this year!"

Scouts shook their heads, murmuring amongst themselves with clear disappointment.

To bring the day to a close, a final match was set: Adrian vs. Asher. The winner would face Lorraine in the grand finals tomorrow. The battlefield was still scorched and fractured from the explosive duel between Anna and Lorraine—but the crowd didn’t care. They demanded more. Especially for Adrian, the mysterious boy who had won his previous match so swiftly, no one had even seen it happen. And Asher, the arrogant golden boy who triumphed with his hands in his pockets.

Cheers erupted as the two friends walked into the shattered arena.

Asher slid his hands into his pockets, giving the audience a cocky smirk. Adrian mirrored him, hands tucked coolly at his sides. The crowd buzzed with excitement.

"LADIES AND GENTS!" the commentator roared. "AFTER A BREATHTAKING DUEL BETWEEN TWO MIGHTY WOMEN, CAN THESE TWO COCKY FRIENDS GIVE US A MATCH TO REMEMBER, OR WILL THEY CRUMBLE UNDER THE PRESSURE?! LET’S FIND OUT!!"

The referee’s whistle pierced the air.

But the reaction was underwhelming.

Some audience members yawned. Others began to pack their things.

"Ugh, another boring guy fight." "They’re just gonna posture the whole time."

Adrian glanced at the stands and caught Tama’s eye. She grinned. He nodded—and raised his hands.

A dark mist erupted around him like a brewing storm, swallowing the arena in an instant.

"Oh, COME ON!" someone shouted.

"We can’t see a damn thing!" "This again? What a waste!"

Despite the rising complaints, the boys remained unfazed. Asher stood still, tension humming through his body. He squinted into the smoke, senses alert.

Then—SLAP!—something struck his cheek, leaving four bloody claw marks. He didn’t see it, just felt it—like a shadow had leapt out of nowhere and sliced him.

He narrowed his eyes, pivoted—and was struck again. Then again. And again. The blows came in a blur, faster than he could predict. Each impact stung, not from pain, but from sheer annoyance. His opponent wasn’t trying to hurt him—they were toying with him.

Outside the mist, the audience only heard the whap! whack! thwack! of surprise strikes and Asher’s irritated grunts.

Adrian stood in the center of the fog, arms crossed, smiling in satisfaction. Inside his swirling shadows skill, he could see everything like in daylight. And hidden within the gloom, Tama—his secret weapon—was moving like a phantom, teleporting from point to point using her shadow teleportation.

She had agreed to help Adrian fight, and of course, for a reward. And she’d do so even if it meant fighting her master. After all, she’d always been curious to know how long she’d last in a fight against him.

The flurry of hits continued until Asher finally gritted his teeth and muttered, "Alright, I’ve had enough."

He closed his eyes, and then—smirked.

He knew.

Only one person could move like that in the shadows. Only one person could claw him, slap him, and vanish into thin air.

"Tama," he whispered.

Then he activated his Sexdusa skill at full power.

Just as she lunged, her motion froze mid-air like she hit a wall. Her fists unclenched. Her eyes widened. She floated toward him in a daze.

"M-M-Master..." she squeaked, voice trembling.

Asher’s grin widened.

"Hey there, little kitten... Been naughty, haven’t you?"

From the fog, Adrian cursed.

"Are you serious—Tama, snap out of it!"

He stormed toward them, but before he could reach her—SLAP!

Tama spun and smacked him across the face, hard.

From the crowd’s point of view, nothing was visible, onlh smoke. But then, things took a chaotic turn.

Asher’s charm skill began affecting the audience, targeting every Milf in the stands.

Suddenly, Rose leapt from the stands like a woman possessed. Rin followed. Then came the rest—hundreds of them. One by one, the Milfs flooded down from the stands, eyes glossy, breaths heavy, moaning as if drawn by an unseen force.

In confusion, Adrian’s control on his skill faltered as his smoke thinned, revealing the arena packed with women pushing toward one epicenter: Asher.

"W-What’s happening?! I—I can’t stop myself!" cried the curvaceous commentator, dropping her mic and stumbling into the chaos.

The arena became a madhouse.

Asher, caught in the middle, was hoisted up by dozens of eager hands. Milfs passed him from one to the other like a trophy, their lustful cheers echoing like a concert crowd celebrating the final encore.

Men left in the stands sat slack-jawed, their expressions a mix of envy, disbelief, and horror.

And all the while, Asher floated above the crowd, basking in the ultimate, chaotic, MILF-fueled climax of the day’s most unexpected battle.

TBC