My Class? MILF Hunter. My Rank? SSS. My Problem? Too Many Wives.

I wasn't her son. But I was sleeping in her palace now... under her protection, and her rules.

The palace chamber they gave me was larger than my entire apartment back home.

Velvet drapes. Marble floors. A bed that could host a royal orgy.

I stood awkwardly by the balcony, Velmiran wind brushed against my skin like whispered judgment. Somewhere in the palace, bells chimed the hour. And here I was—topless, classless, and hunted by my own stats.

A day ago, I had ramen and a job interview. Now I had a queen with bedroom eyes and a system that pulsed every time I looked at her collarbones. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

I was also still trying to process the pop-ups flickering in my peripheral vision.

[Class: MILF Hunter]

[Quest Active: The Queen's Secret]

No updates since this morning. No guides. No skill tree. Just a class name that sounded like a joke... or a trap.

I was just about to lie down when a system ping pulsed across my vision.

[Proximity Alert – High-Level MILF Approaching]