Cultivating with My Busty Landlady: MILF System Activated

Same night Still...

The moon looked down like it pitied me.

I stumbled out of Pavilion 9, dragging my legs like a broken scarecrow who’d been emotionally hogtied and whipped with spiritual rope.(Actually.)

My shirt? Torn.

My pride? Vaporized.

My Stormbound Fool status?

[SYSTEM STATUS]

→ Duration Remaining: 4h 57m

→ Physical Condition: 10% Health, 200% Erection

→ Mental Condition: Barely clinging to the concept of consent

I limped toward the dorm like a war survivor. Every gust of night air grazed my lower region like a mocking lover. I was covered in rope burns and post-MILF shame sweat.