The woman then caught sight of Damien standing a few meters away, and her eyes widened in shock.
"Damien…?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Tears instantly welled up in her eyes again, glistening slightly.
"You're back!"
Without hesitation, she ran towards him.
Her breasts bounced wildly with every step, straining against the thin fabric of her gown.
The V-line on her dress seemed to get even looser, unable to hold back the fleshy mounds swaying left and right within them.
Damien could only stare in awe, entranced by the tantalising orbs on her chest.
By the time she reached Damien, she didn't say another word.
She simply wrapped her arms tightly around him and pulled him into a deep, warm embrace.
Damien's face was buried straight into her chest.
His cheek sank into the plush softness of her breasts, and the flowery scent of her skin filled his nose.
Desire the fact that they were struggling, she still managed to maintain the sweet, feminine scent of her body.
He sighed softly, his lips curing into a smile.
'So soft…' he thought, shamelessly pressing his face deeper into her cleavage.
He could feel the heat of her skin against his. The way her flesh molded perfectly around his face… and even more than that—
He blinked, his smirk widening.
'She's not wearing a bra.'
He felt the stiff peaks of her nipples brushing against him, poking slightly through the gown's fabric as they pressed to his cheeks.
His breath hitched.
'Yeah… this is heaven. Pure heaven.'
Down below, his body reacted before he could stop it. Blood rushed towards the lower part of his body, and his dick quickly stirred.
But just as his thoughts were about to slip even further into the gutter, her voice broke through.
"You were late," she murmured, her arms tightening slightly. "I thought… I thought something happened to you."
Damien blinked as the haze cleared slightly.
Slowly, she pulled his head away from her chest, though he offered some resistance, his face dragging along the valley between her breasts before finally slipping free.
He tried not to sigh in disappointment.
She looked down at him, her face squeezing into a frown, which did nothing to reduce her beauty.
She easily noticed his roughened clothes and the faint bruises on his skin, and the frown on her face deepened.
"Did… Brad do something to you?" she asked, a note of alarm in her voice.
Damien chuckled lightly, brushing some imaginary dust off his shoulder.
"You have no reason to worry," he said casually, meeting her gaze. "I did lose my job though…"
He paused for just a beat, then added with a faint grin, "…Mom."
The woman gently cupped the sides of Damien's head, patting him gently like he was a baby.
She looked into his eyes, smiling faintly.
"That's better…" she whispered, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. "That's really better…"
Damien simply nodded, still slightly lightheaded—though for entirely different reasons than she might've guessed.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, something strange happened.
[Welcome, Host, to the MILF Hunting System! Your journey begins now.]
His brow furrowed immediately.
'What's that?' he thought, eyes narrowing.
But before he could so much as blink, a strange heat flooded his chest.
His temperature flared up in an instant, like a fire had ignited in his blood.
His heartbeat quickened—pounding violently in his ears, thumping at least twice as fast as it should've.
He grunted suddenly, his hand shooting to his chest.
'What the hell—?!'
The pain spiked. His whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out.
'What's this, some kind of heart disease?' he thought, teeth clenched. 'No… no way. I can't die this early!'
His mother's eyes widened.
"Damien?"
She reached for him instantly, her soft hands brushing his cheeks—only to recoil slightly at the sudden spike in his temperature.
"You're burning up!"
Damien staggered slightly, his legs wobbling.
Then, his body grew limp.
His vision swam.
"Damien!" the woman cried, catching him before he hit the ground. "Are you okay?! Damien!"
She pulled him close in panic, her voice trembling with worry.
But Damien didn't answer.
His consciousness was already slipping. His body convulsed faintly in her arms, the heat crawling through every muscle and nerve like molten steel.
It felt like hundreds of tiny needles were threading themselves through his flesh—his tendons twitching, his bones aching, his muscles screaming.
He grunted weakly, eyelids drooping as the world around him blurred.
Then, more notifications appeared before his fading sight.
[Incorporating MILF Hunter Physique…]
[Incorporating…]
[…]
He saw them flash one after the other, but the pain in his limbs and the overwhelming fatigue in his chest drowned out everything else.
He let out one final, soft grunt—
And passed out.
*
A few hours later…
Damien lay comfortably on a mattress placed directly on the wooden floor, his breathing calm and steady.
He was still unconscious, but the fever that had overtaken him earlier had long since cooled. His skin had lost its flushed color, returning to its normal smooth tone.
The mattress beneath him wasn't particularly large—simple, plain, with a slightly worn blanket tossed over it. Still, it was wide enough to hold two people if they laid close… or even pressed up against one another.
The room around him was small. There wasn't much in it—just a few scattered items tucked neatly to the corners.
There was also another mattress aside from the one he lay on, a smaller one pushed against the opposite wall.
At his side, a black-haired woman sat quietly on the floor.
Her legs were folded beneath her, and her hands were clasped tightly together in her lap.
Worry was etched clearly across her delicate face, her brows slightly furrowed, and her lips pursed in distress.
"I should take you to a hospital…" she muttered, her voice barely audible. "But I have no money…"
She bit her lip softly, glancing at him again—and this time, her gaze paused.
Her eyes slowly narrowed.
Something was… off.
Her gaze drifted to his shirt. It looked tighter than she remembered. His sleeves, which used to be a little loose around his arms were now strained.
The hem of the shirt had risen a little too, revealing a hint of his lower abdomen, and the well-sculpted abs on them.
Her eyes lowered, tracing the length of his legs.
Even his trousers had jumped slightly at the ankle.
She blinked once, then looked back at his arm. His limbs had been a bit lean before… but now?
They were more defined. Firm. Toned in a way that made her breath catch faintly in her throat.
Her gaze moved again—this time to his face.
And her cheeks flushed instantly.
He had always been handsome… but now?
His features had grown even sharper. His jaw more chiseled. His cheekbones higher. His skin looked impossibly smooth, and his hair had grown a bit longer, increasing in lushness also.
His lips, parted slightly as he breathed, looked soft… almost inviting.
She swallowed, unconsciously clutching her hands tighter.
"He's…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "Gotten even more handsome."