Milf harem of Serpent King

The next day, Jake was walking out of the house, yawning and stretching his hands. He didn’t get enough sleep as they were going at it all night. He fucked both women real good.

[Jake Altoras]

[Class V Warrior]

[Age - 18]

[Goddess Asurani Covenant]

[Grace of fallen deity]

The system rang in his head as he entered the busy streets. Jake had had the system since he was young, but unlike what she said. It wasn’t much help. There wasn’t any cheat for him to grow rapidly.

Jake’s POV:

Ah, the goddess was talking like she really did a great favor for me. From what I understood, she’s just using me to get something out of me. She expects me to do all the work while she travels around.

Ah, (sigh).

I look around and see how people are unbothered by the gods and their affairs.

I’m not any better; I’m just getting by. Goddess talks all about getting stronger and stuff, but I want to just spend my days lazily and fuck enough women, especially the MILFs and GILFs if possible.

Chelsea, my auntie who had been my everything, helped get it done.

"Hey, Jake."

Hearing someone call my name, I turned to see Eskar, a man in his thirties. He was a good friend of mine whom I got to know after I joined the guild. We went on a few missions together. He is a skilled magic knight at Class IV, with rank 6 talent.

There are about five classes that people are segregated into, and each class will have a talent ranking based on their potential and level of skill.

There was Class 0, which people never talked about, as it was rarely seen. People of such class are beyond the scope of humanity, and even gods are afraid of these anomalies.

The power they wield can rival all the gods and is at a level where they can decimate continents.

"Hey, Eskar."

Eskar reached me by walking faster through the crowd. At this time of day, the street was busy.

"Are you headed towards the guild?

"Yes, I am."

"Me too; let’s go together."

Eskar was wearing the gear, and he seemed prepared. While I am just wearing the normal clothes, carrying a worn-out sword inside the sheath.

It was all I could gather with what I earned. I am really lazy when it comes to these things, and I have no choice but to fight. Because of the coin and the goddess pestering me, I go on missions once in a while.

"How is your Auntie? Is she doing well?" Eskar asked me as I looked at him. He had this expression on his face, like he was trying not to blush.

Really, man.

"Yeah, she is doing fine." People in our street, all of them, know that my auntie was such a beauty and was unmarried and raising a child by herself. She had become the topic of many such men. But she wasn’t the one to be easily swayed. Even I had to work a lot to get in between her legs, though I had the advantage of knowing her more than the others.

*

The Guild Branch of Midnakar City was, as always, aggressively alive.

I pushed through the heavy oak doors and was swallowed whole by the noise — the clatter of armor, the slap of cards on tables, and the overlapping arguments of people who had collectively decided that danger was a reasonable source of income.

Somewhere in the back, someone was arm-wrestling a man twice their size and losing with tremendous enthusiasm. I barely noticed any of it, and I didn’t have any interest in it.

I drifted, as I always did, toward the quest board.

The quest board was a massive thing — floor to ceiling, pinned so thick with papers that it had developed its own ecosystem.

Urgent quests are in red, standard in white, and guild-exclusive contracts in black. And somewhere at the very bottom, in a corner that most serious adventurers physically looked away from out of professional pride — the easy quests.

Yellow paper - small rewards, zero glory.

My natural habitat.

I scanned them with the focused energy of a man who had genuinely important priorities.

Rat infestation — Goldnug Tavern cellar

Reward: 2 silver.

Retrieve the lost parcel from Eastbridge Market.

Reward: 1 silver, 50 copper. Weed removal — Merchant Aldrus’s garden. Reward: 3 silver.

I stroked my chin thoughtfully.

The garden one was interesting. Outdoor work with fresh air. It has a low probability of bleeding.

I looked at the other missions.

"Hunt the Crimson Drake of the Eastern Peaks."

"Clear the Dungeon of a Thousand Screaming Souls."

"Retrieve the Sacred Relic from the Tomb of the Undying Lich King."

Who writes these things? Why is everything screaming or undying or crimson? Can’t someone lose a cat? A nice, simple, non-demonic cat?

[SYSTEM NOTICE]

Current quest under consideration: Weed Removal — Merchant Aludrus’s Garden.

Threat level: A determined rose bush. Recommended class for this quest: Literally anyone.

Class V feels excessive.... You are Class V. Just so you know.

I stared at the notification floating in my vision.

It stared back. I hadn’t even touched the paper yet.

I’m just looking; I thought back at it. I haven’t committed to anything.

[SYSTEM NOTICE]

You’ve been "just looking" for eleven minutes. In that time, three Class III adventurers have accepted dungeon contracts. One of them was missing a hand. He still moved faster than you.

I exhaled through my nose and moved down the board.

This system must have been infested with a heavy virus.

Fine, fine.

I’d look at the mid-tier quests. Just to browse. Just to feel like a functional member of society who was definitely considering his options and not slowly gravitating back to the yellow section like a moth to a very underpaid flame.

I found one. Forest patrol, three days, twenty silver, moderate combat expected. It is decent. Survivable, probably. I reached up and unpinned it to read the full details.

[SYSTEM NOTICE]

Oh. He’s touching a real quest.

Hold on, let me mark this momentous occasion...

Okay, I’ve marked it. Please don’t put it back.

Can you not, I thought.

[SYSTEM NOTICE]

Can I not what? Witness you? Document your journey?

I was created to assist in your growth as a warrior of divine covenant. This is the most action I’ve seen in four months. Let me have this.

I put the quest back.

[SYSTEM NOTICE] ... I’ve updated your file. Under "Notable Achievements," I’ve written: returned a piece of paper to a board. It’s the highlight of your record.

Congratulations.

"Jake."

I turned around.

Eskar was cutting through the crowd toward me, already in full gear — polished bracers, a well-maintained blade at his hip, and the kind of composed readiness that made me feel, by comparison, like I’d been assembled from leftover parts and mild inconvenience.

Behind him were two others moving in formation out of what I assumed was pure habit.

A woman I didn’t recognize — tall, dark-haired, carrying a healer’s satchel with the quiet efficiency of someone who had patched up too many idiots to be surprised by anything.

And a broad-shouldered young man about my age, wearing light armor with a spear strapped across his back, was currently eating something wrapped in paper like a man who had decided that professionalism could wait until after breakfast.

Eskar reached me and stopped, reading my face immediately.

"You were looking at the yellow section again, weren’t you?"

It wasn’t even a question, and why the fuck would he ask me that?

"I was looking at the entire board," I said.

"The yellow section is in the bottom left corner, Jake. Your neck was bent at a forty-degree angle downward."

"I have a posture issue."

[SYSTEM NOTICE]

I like him. Can he be the chosen one instead?

Eskar glanced at the board, then back at me, then at the sword hanging at my hip — worn sheath, dull crossguard, the general aesthetic of a weapon that had seen hard times and given up on appearances entirely. He had the expression of a man who wanted to say several things and was choosing, carefully, not to say any of them.

"Do you have a mission?" he asked.

"I’m in the process of selecting one."