1) **Dash Skill [Level 3]**


    2) **Rage Skill [Level 3]**


    3) **Horny Meter [Level Max]**


    4) **Sexual Stimtion [Level 3]**


    5) **Future sight [Level 5]**


    What? This can''t be happening...


    "Holy crap! Am I really seeing this right?"


    I rubbed my eyes twice, hoping that somehow I was mistaken.


    But no matter how hard I tried to clear my vision, the words on the screen remained the same.


    Normally, I''m not one to overreact, but this this was something else.


    My heart raced, and I couldn''t believe what I was seeing as I stared at the skill name, clearly glowing on the screen.


    **Future Sight.**


    I didn''t even need a description to know exactly what this skill was about.


    I knew just how powerful it could be...


    Unable to contain my excitement, I shouted, "System, I love you!"


    My voice resounded through the room, though it didn''t quite match the surge of exhration I felt inside.


    My mind raced, overflowing with joy at the realization of this incredible power.


    "Okay, calm down calm down," I told myself, taking deep breaths to steady my racing heart.


    Let''s check the time limit for the skill.


    My hands shook with a mix of excitement and disbelief as I finally clicked on the skill, bringing up a new page with all the details about this incredible ability.


    **Future Sight (Level 5)**


    *(The power to perceive or foresee events before they happen, typically through vivid dreams.)*


    *(Duration: 50 seconds.)*


    *(Note: This skill cannot be activated at will. It will trigger automatically, at any time, in any ce, without the host''s consent.)*


    Huh?


    I can''t activate it...


    I was a bit surprised by the note, but I calmed down quickly.


    As long as I have this skill, I don''t really care when or how it works.


    Hmm...


    The duration was longer than I expected.


    I thought it would be 10 minutes since skills usually increase by 2 seconds with each upgrade.


    But this one is 5 times longer, which makes sense because it takes time to foresee things.


    I hoped this skill would finally help me with the Chain Quest Part 4 mystery...


    Yeah, it''s still unclear to me, even after trying continuously to understand it.


    A new page popped up with the quest information:


    **Chain Quest Part 4: [First Ranker]**


    **Mission:** Top the VR challenge


    **Objective:** 0/1


    **Reward:** 700 EXP


    I saw this quest about 4 days ago, and I immediately knew the system was up to something.


    But I couldn''t figure it out, so I left it alone...


    And now it''s still confusing.


    I sighed in frustration.


    Forget it for now...


    I nced at the other message about my appraisal skill leveling up, then turned off my interface andy down on the bed.


    I hadn''t used my appraisal skill as much as I wanted to...


    I could use it to scan my surroundings, but I wanted to try it on a person.


    I could call a maid to test it on her, but I didn''t feel like doing that...


    Maybe it was just because I was toozy to make the call.


    I pushed those thoughts aside and slowly drifted off to sleep, hoping for a quiet and restful night.


    ***


    Sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, warm light across my room as Iy peacefully asleep in my soft bed, dreaming of pleasant fantasies.


    Haha... So nice...


    A small smile tugged at my lips, and the chirping of birds mixed with the fresh morning air added to the serene atmosphere.


    Suddenly, a knock on my door jolted me awake.


    Wh...o?


    Groggily, I shouted, "Who the hell?"


    From the other side came a familiar male voice: "Young Master, if you sleep any longer, we''ll bete for the meeting."


    It was Allen...


    I shot up in bed, my mind racing.


    ''Oh, shit! I forgot today is Sunday, and my meeting with Branda is today.''


    At midnight the day before, Allen let me know that Branda had agreed to the meeting and emphasized that I needed to arrive by 9:00 a.m. or earlier.


    I looked at my smartwatch and felt a surge of panic when I saw it was already 8:40 a.m.


    "Damn it." I muttered.


    Leaping out of bed, I shouted, "Wait a few minutes!" and hurriedly dashed towards the bathroom.


    In my rush, Ipletely forgot to do my morning exercises.


    After a quick, urgent shower, I emerged with a towel wrapped around me.


    I sped over to my wardrobe, grabbed a white formal suit, and threw it on.


    I continued to rush through my preparations, knowing I needed to be ready as quickly as possible....


    I quickly put on my white suit,ced up my shoes, and rushed to the door.


    When I opened it, I saw Allen standing there, looking like an anime butlercool, collected, and ready to go. I just said, "Let''s go."


    Allen, always efficient and not one for small talk, nodded slightly.


    We hurried through the mansion''s hallways and reached the front door.


    Outside, I grabbed a random automatic car parked nearby.


    I jumped into the back seat while Allen got in the driver''s seat.


    Once the car doors shut, a beep sounded, and a calm robotic voice asked, "Where would you both like to go?"


    The car''s sensors recognized our number immediately.


    Allen provided our destination, and within moments, the car smoothly lifted off the ground and began gliding effortlessly through the morning sky toward our meeting.


    ***


    After a few minutes of smooth flying, the car finally stopped mid-air, hovering just outside the gateway of the Hilton Company building.


    The structure was impressive, towering at least 50 floors high.


    As the car slowly descended to the ground, I couldn''t help but take in the sheer scale of the ce.


    "So, we''re finally here," I muttered to myself as the car gently touched down...


    The Hiltonpany was based in Wasterton, a D-rank state, unlike mine, where their number of employees is probably close to that of this state.


    Anyway, I''m just going to focus on what I came here to do...


    I stepped out of the car and was immediately greeted by a pair of attendants arranged by thepany.


    Their uniforms were sharp, their demeanor professional, and they greeted me with polite nods.


    "Wee, sir. We''ve been expecting you," one of them said with a courteous smile.


    "Thank you," I replied, ncing back at Allen. "Allen, wait here. I''ll handle the meeting myself."


    After all, it was something very personal...


    Hehe...


    I ended up smiling creepily that made the attendants ufortable while Allen simply nodded, his usual stoic expression unchanged.


    The attendants led me to the entrance of the building and through the big ss doors into the grand lobby.


    The inside was stylish and modern, with shiny marble floors and simple decorations.


    It was really quietalmost too quiet.


    Oh...


    Then I remembered again it was Sunday, which exined why the ce seemed almost empty...


    "We''ll be taking the express elevator to the top floor, where Ms. Branda Hilton''s office is located," one of the attendants informed me as we walked across the spacious lobby.


    The elevator was a private one, reserved for VIPs.


    When the doors opened, we stepped inside, and I noticed that the elevator''s walls were made of clear ss, giving a wide view of the city as we went up.


    The attendant pressed the button for the top floor, and the elevator started its smooth, fast climb.


    Wow...


    Through the ss, I could see the city spreading out below us, the buildings getting smaller as we went higher...


    Since I don''t go out much for parties or events, so even just seeing the city feels like a really beautiful experience for me.


    But... Blurry...


    It was a little hard for me to see clearly because the elevator was moving so fast.


    Even though it was quick, the ride was almost silent, with only a faint hum from the machinery.


    The attendant stood quietly beside me, thinking how important the uing meeting was.


    What they didn''t know was that the uing meeting would be me screwing with their boss.


    Yeah... I will be fucking that Bitch...


    No wait! She is not bitch...


    If I remember right, her husband passed away two years ago, and she has two kids.


    So, hasn''t she already met the criteria to be called a MILF?


    Yeah, so why am I calling her Branda?


    I should be calling her MILF from now on.


    So the right way to say it would be:


    I''ll be fucking that Milf...


    As we neared the top, the elevator slowed down, and I felt a slight jolt as it stopped.


    The doors opened, revealing a luxurious, modern hallway with soft carpeting and elegant lighting.


    "Ms. Hilton is expecting you in her office," the attendant said, motioning for me to follow him.


    We walked down the hallway, whererge windows offered incredible views of the city below.


    The building seemed nearly deserted, with only a few staff members passing by now and then.


    It was obvious that today''s meeting was private, with minimal distractions...


    She probably thought that in our meeting, we''d be discussing something important.


    Oh, what a nasty bitch she is!


    Trying to y both sides


    I''ll make sure she regrets deciding to work with K.S.


    The attendant finally stopped at a set ofrge double doors at the end of the hallway.


    He knocked once, and after a moment, a voice from inside called out, "Come in."


    The attendant pushed the doors open, revealing Branda Hilton''s office...


    It was a spacious, elegant room with floor-to-ceiling windows, arge mahogany desk, andfortable seating arranged for meetings.


    A women sat behind the desk, a confident smile on her face as she rose to greet me.


    So, there she is...


    My Milf...


    She has long, dark brown hair styled in voluminous curls that cascade around her shoulders.


    Her striking blue eyes were intense and expressive, framed by well-defined brows and longshes.


    For the meeting, she wore a summer dress that revealed a significant amount of bare skin, which seemed unexpected for the asion...


    Wait, what?


    Why is she wearing a summer dress?


    I was surprised to see her in a summer dress since she usually wears a formal suit for our meetings.


    But honestly, I didn''t mind too much since her outfit showed off her curves and, boobs quite a bit.


    It almost looked like they might burst out at any moment.


    Her boobs were even more noticeable and, bigger than Kiara''s...


    "Wee, Michael. It''s been a while since west talked," she said warmly, extending her hand as I walked up. "I''m d you could make it."


    I ignored the double meaning in her words and asked, "Why are you wearing a summer dress?"


    She answered, "Can''t you see? It''s too hot for me to wear a formal suit like you."


    This was exactly why Michael often avoided hershe never answered directly.


    I used my appraisal skill on her, and a new page with her information appeared before me.


    Name: Branda Hilton.


    Height: 5''8" (173 cm)


    Age: 31


    Weight: 140 lbs (60 kg)


    Personality: Traitor, In heat 247, Milf, Seducer, Clingy, Kind towards childrens, Loves herpany and, her family more than herself.


    Evaluation: Gold-Rank Hunter


    Probability: There''s a 10% chance of reaching tinum-Rank by the age of 50.


    Hmmm... In heat... She''s already horny...


    That''s goodthis will make it easier for me.


    She then suddenly added, "Hmm, you see I''m extending my hand, right?"


    "Oh, yeah" I said, thinking about my n.


    I secretly activated my Sexual Stimtion skill, aiming to affect her...


    (Sexual Stimtion has been activated!)


    My goal was to make her as aroused as possible, hoping she would eventually beg for sex.


    "Yeah, I see," I replied, shaking her hand.


    At first, there was no visible reaction.


    Then suddenly, she gasped, "Ahh!"


    Her body tensed, and she quickly sat down in her chair.


    Her shoulders shook uncontrobly, and she looked pained.


    What?


    Down so quickly? How?


    I thought it would take at least two touches, but she''s already down after one.


    Just how much horny is she?


    Pretending to be Worried, I asked, "Branda, are you okay?"


    She was breathing hard, trying to calm herself. "Yeah, I''m okay," she said, though her voice was strained...


    Her face was flushed red, and she was clearly affected by the skill...


    She''s resisting...


    Which is actually a good thing, because the more she resists, the easier it will be for me to break her downter.


    I quickly checked her horn meter to understand the situation...


    Name: Branda Hilton


    Horny Meter: 135%


    What????


    That''s incredible


    She was already at 100% before I even touched her.


    Now her reaction makes sense


    She must have really been desperate for sex after her husband died in that car ident.


    It''s sad No one was there to support her.


    But


    That changes today.


    She''ll be mine in a few hours.


    Branda hesitated for a moment, then gave an awkward smile.


    "Have... a seat," she said, pointing to one of the chairs in front of her desk.


    I walked over and sat down, making myselffortable.


    Good... The n is moving just as expected...


    Even though she managed to calm her horny urges after my first touch, it was only a matter of time before she gave in...


    And I, of course, knew how to speed things up.


    For a moment, there was an awkward silence, and Branda looked a little flustered...


    Finally, she broke the silence. "So, what do you want to talk about? Is there something wrong with the project?"


    I shook my head and leaned back a bit. "No, I''m just here to check the project files yourpany has."


    That was just a cover; the real reason was something else entirely.


    She seemed to think about my words for a moment before standing up from her seat.


    Hmm?


    Moving with smooth, deliberate steps, she walked around her desk and approached me, her eyes locked onto mine.


    Her presence was intimidating, and as she got closer, she leaned in so that I could feel her warm breath on my skin...


    What is she doing?


    Branda gently touched my chin with her right hand, lifting it so I had to look directly into her eyes.


    Her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of desire and mischief as she whispered, "Did you reallye here just for that?"


    I couldn''t help but smirk to myself.


    ''She''s at it again.


    Branda had always been determined to tease the old Michael, to the point where he even skipped a party just to avoid her.


    But for me, it was differentif she wanted to tease me, I was more than willing to y along.


    "No, not today," I responded, catching her right hand in mine and feeling the softness of her skin.


    Thanks for making my work more easier...


    Her eyes widened slightly as she processed what I said, and her teasing attitude slipped for just a moment.


    One more touch...


    But before she could say anything, I activated my Sexual Stimtion skill again, making the horny sensations in her body even stronger...


    "What do"


    she started, but her voice caught in her throat as the skill took effect.


    Then, all of a sudden, she did something which I never expected...