Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 25: The Queen Witcher Is A MILF??(2)[Bonus]

The sound of the carriage wheels grumbling along the gravel road echoed through the air.

The wooden wheels creaked beneath the weight of the iron-clad carriage, their rotation rumbling softly through the silence.

Steve sat within, his head slightly lowered. He barely moved, his posture relaxed, but his mind... his mind was a hurricane.

Inside the carriage were two guards—both women—each dressed in the crimson and black colors of the Royal Guard.

Their shoulders were squared, expressions unreadable, though one occasionally cast a furtive glance in his direction, like she expected him to make a move.

The third guard, the one controlling the reins of the horses outside, was also a woman. All three. Again.

His eyes flickered toward them, then back down again.

'All women.' he thought, a whisper curling in his mind.

'Royal guards, and they're all women. Three of them, just for me. This would've been perfect... if only I had finished.'

A trace of annoyance tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, still keeping his expression blank. His thoughts drifted, uninvited, to a certain moment.

'If that bastard, Lemon, hadn't interrupted me back then at the clothe shop... if I had just completed my harem with Tunja, I could've had this spree of pleasure... without needing anyone's mercy.'

He exhaled slowly through his nose, leaning his head against the wooden wall of the carriage.

'But it doesn't matter.' he thought, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

'They'll all get a share of my meat eventually. Everyone will.'

The words passed under his breath, barely audible, but he was sure one of the guards stiffened slightly at them. It didn't matter. He remained still.

Even though he hadn't completed the harem with Tonya, the desire still lingered in his chest like a glowing ember. He could feel the hunger inside him—half lust, half curiosity. Not for bodies this time, but for knowledge.

'Why do they even want me?' he thought.

'What's so special about me now? And who the hell is the Queen Witcher, anyway?...I don't remember adding that context in my story idea...hmm...that's weird.'

His brows furrowed faintly. His gaze slid toward one of the guards—sharp eyes, tight-lipped.

She hadn't said a word since they left the outer forest, but her energy felt suffocating. And then, as if sensing his attention, she looked at him.

Her eyes locked onto his.

Cold. Hard. Hatred.

He blinked, surprised by the venom behind that look.

'Jeez... what the hell's wrong with everyone? Isn't this my world? Isn't this my story?'

A quiet storm brewed inside him.

'According to my plan, I should've already become powerful. Every woman in the world should've been begging for my attention. Even the strongest wizard—she was supposed to be mine. But here I am. Powerless. No magic. No harem. Who even is the Queen Witcher? The title sounds grand. Probably the strongest woman mage. That's obvious. But I don't remember planning this scene. Does that mean... the plot isn't under my control anymore?'

***

Time passed, and in due time, the carriage finally rumbled into the capital.

Through the slit in the woodwork, Steve caught glimpses of towering spires and silver rooftops.

The city glittered under the warm sun, lined with marble streets and golden accents.

Houses stood grand and ancient, wrapped in vines and flowing banners. Nobles strolled along balconies in flowing silks, some mounted on horses, others accompanied by servants and pets.

The carriage rolled smoothly now.

It wasn't long before they reached the heart of the capital.

The Royal Palace.

Or at least... what looked like one.

But it wasn't merely a palace. Not in the way Steve had imagined. No.

It was an academy.

A massive sprawling structure of ivory and obsidian stone, etched with ancient sigils.

The gates were tall, brimming with enchantments, and beyond them stretched a wide courtyard bustling with life.

While they road, Steve's eyes were caught by the women who strolled past him—milfs with wide hips, soft thighs, full breasts bouncing beneath thin robes, their laughter like song.

Some conjured small spells from their fingertips, flaunting little charms or floating ribbons of light.

Others simply chatted or read beneath the trees.

Steve's lips parted slightly.

'Milfs... and all of them magical...' he thought, heat rising in his chest.

'Every one of them could be under me....No...they will be....'

Before he could enjoy the moment too much, the carriage stopped.

The door swung open, and the two guards took him by the arms and led him out.

The main palace structure towered ahead—a marvel of architecture and elegance.

Pillars twisted like serpents toward the sky, and at the center stood a translucent gate shimmering with runes, like a space between realms.

They walked him through long halls—each room more majestic than the last.

Chandeliers floated in midair, portraits moved subtly in their frames, the entire palace felt alive.

Eventually, they arrived at a towering door guarded by two women, both armored and stern.

They turned at the sound of footsteps.

One of them narrowed her eyes, glancing at Steve.

'Who is he?' she asked, frowning.

All the guards here were women too.

The leading guard spoke calmly.

'He's the one the Queen Witcher asked for.'

The door-guard's face twisted with surprise and fear.

'Him? How? He looks so...frail.'

Steve chuckled inwardly.

'Ouch. Nice.' he thought, licking his lips mentally.

'I'm making it a mission now... I'll fuck you first when I take control of this academy.'

The guards flanking him spoke up.

'Is she in there?' one asked.

The door-guard nodded once.

'Yes.'

That was all they needed.

They stepped aside and gestured for Steve to enter.

The two escorts let him go, motioning toward the door.

Steve hesitated, just a moment, then stepped forward, placing a hand on the cold, polished surface.

He pushed.

The door opened silently, revealing a magnificent garden bathed in golden light.

Vines with violet petals curled around stone arches, and a glass dome above let sunlight pour down in golden rays. Birds chirped softly. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves.

Steve stepped in, awestruck.

The door closed quietly behind him.

He turned back for a moment, the silence of the place settling into his bones.

'So... what now?'

Then—

Crack... crack...

A noise.

His eyes shifted.

From the hedges nearby, something rustled. Soft at first, then louder.

Steve stood still.

'What the hell's that...?' he thought, glancing around.

The rustling intensified... until finally, from the green, a figure emerged.

A woman.

No—more like a divine sculpture come to life.

She wore a flowing blue gown, open at the chest, exposing the generous curves of her ample breasts. Three circular carvings adorned the skin above her cleavage—tattoos or symbols, he couldn't tell, but they radiated elegance and power.

Her long hair fell like a waterfall of black and white streaks—zebra-like, wild and regal. Her hips swayed with each step, full and commanding. Her eyes were violet, deep and unreadable.

Steve felt the heat shoot through his gut.

'Damn... she's hot.' he muttered mentally, his throat dry.

'Man...Forget that knight... she's going to be the first one I fuck once I become the strongest.'

He smiled—slowly, hungrily—as she approached.

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