My Milf System-Chapter 211. Veyna Drisari Cosmetics

Humming a soft, melodic tune, Onalenna moved through her house after she’d just finished cleaning, and straightening her children’s rooms and was now tidying the kitchen, sweeping crumbs into a neat little pile, when something shifted.

The air turned cold.

Unnaturally cold.

She paused, broom mid-sweep. A chill rolled down her spine. It wasn’t the kind of cold that came from a breeze or a cracked window. It was... wrong.

Her fingers loosened around the broom. Slowly, she turned, then gasped, stumbling back as her knees gave out.

Dark smoke curled in the center of the kitchen, thick and pulsing, alive with a suffocating miasma. It twisted and swirled until it formed into a figure she hadn’t seen this close in years but could never forget.

"Oh, don’t be afraid," the man said gently, his voice as calm as ever.

Her face hardened at once, eyes blazing.

"Martinsville." Her voice dropped to a snarl. "I told you never to show your face before me again."

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. Instead, he wandered a few lazy steps deeper into the room, glancing about as though he owned it. The casualness of it all made her stomach twist.

He was barefoot, dressed in nothing but a long black robe that swept the floor like mist, revealing glimpses of the pale skin beneath. His presence sucked the warmth from the walls.

"Your house is spacious," he said lightly, trailing a hand over the counter. "You must be living better than before."

Her fury surged. She grabbed the broom again and hurled it straight at him, aiming for the back of his head.

But he dissolved into smoke before it made contact.

"Now, now," came his voice behind her. "Let’s not be violent."

She turned sharply. He was perched on the kitchen counter now, legs crossed, completely at ease.

Onalenna’s fists trembled at her sides. She knew that no matter how much she raged, how much she wanted to strike him, she wouldn’t even scratch him. Not him. Even asleep, Martinsville could dodge a blade.

She fixed him with a glare sharp as any weapon.

"What the hell do you want in my house?"

He exhaled, almost wistfully. "Relax. I’m not here for you."

Then, he vanished.

Her heart skipped.

From the hallway, she heard his soft footsteps.

Her stomach dropped.

She bolted from the kitchen, fury boiling into panic and found him standing in the doorway of Asher’s room, staring inside like a ghost peering into the past.

"You stay away from my son’s room!" she yelled. "Get out!"

He didn’t move.

Didn’t even look at her.

"The boy’s grown strong," he murmured, more to himself than her.

Her voice was cold as steel.

"That doesn’t concern you. He doesn’t concern you. He never did."

"Yet when you didn’t have money to feed him, you came to me. When you wanted to buy him a new uniform, you came to me."

"Are you forgetting you refused to help me with his medical bills?" She yelled.

At last, he turned his head, just enough to let her glimpse that knowing smile.

"You’re right," he said quietly.

And with that, he vanished once more, leaving only the faintest scent of ash in the air.

Onalenna dropped to her knees, clutching the broom like a lifeline. Her breath came in shallow bursts. That man—that monster—couldn’t be near Asher again. She wouldn’t let it happen.

Not after what he did.

Not after what it almost cost.

Asher had almost died. And by some miracle, he’d come back to life.

She wouldn’t risk losing him again.

Not to him.

**

Meanwhile, back at the Academy...

Asher had just returned from Liloth’s estate, only to be met with the stormy glare of the Principal.

"So, you think just because you won the tournament, you can do whatever you please now?" Mrs. Lawson snapped, her piercing eyes blazing behind her spectacles. Her long ears twitched with annoyance. "You think this is some playground where you come and go as you like?"

Asher lowered his head slightly, his tone calm but respectful. "I’m sorry, Madam Principal. It won’t happen again."

She scoffed. "It better not! You’ve already stirred enough trouble for this academy!"

"Trouble?" he murmured under his breath, tilting his head in confusion. As far as he could remember, he’d been on his best behavior lately—attending classes, staying out of fights. For once, he actually felt like a model student.

Mrs. Lawson leaned back in her chair with a heavy sigh. "You think when a boy such as yourself won the tournament, everyone would be thrilled? The nobles are furious! Do you know how many of them bet fortunes on Lorraine Alvado? And then you show up and beat her! For the first time in our academy’s history, a male student wins... and now our sponsors—most of whom are nobles—are threatening to pull their funding! If they do that, the Academy won’t even be able to feed all the students everyday like we’ve been doing."

Asher went quiet for a moment, letting it sink in. Then he looked up at her, remorse etched on his face. "I didn’t know it would cause all that. If I had... maybe I would’ve thrown the match."

He bowed again, deeper this time.

Mrs. Lawson waved it off with a groan. "What’s done is done. But... there’s still a way you can make up for it."

He raised an eyebrow. "And that is...?"

She leaned forward, folding her hands under her chin. "One of our sponsors asked to meet you. She says she wants to test you. Judging by her wording, she might be scouting you—for a job as her personal bodyguard, perhaps."

Asher blinked. "Bodyguard?"

"Just speculation, but possible. Her name’s Veyna Disari. One of the four S-Rank hunters in the kingdom. Deadly with a bow, and even deadlier with her silence. She’s cold, calculating, and hard to impress. But—if you manage to win her favor, she might reconsider pulling her support. The academy’s future could very well depend on you, Asher Reynolds." She fixed him with a steady gaze. "What do you say?"

Asher hesitated. His mind was already weighed down with responsibilities—the Keys of Ascension to find, the mystery rival he still hadn’t uncovered who won they keys in Shangani Kingdom, a suspicious Duke to investigate. Now this?

He exhaled deeply. "You said she might want me as her bodyguard. What would I even be guarding her from?"

Mrs. Lawson raised an eyebrow. "Ah... so you’ve never heard of Drisari Cosmetics, have you? She’s not just a hunter—she runs a massive cosmetics empire. And in the merchant world, that means enemies. Assassination attempts are common. Most of her guards don’t survive more than a few months."

Asher’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you scared now?" she added dryly. "Or are you going to—"

"I’ll do it," he interrupted.

Mrs. Lawson blinked. "What?"

"I said, I’ll do it!"

If this S-rank woman, Veyna Drisari wielded power in the merchant world, then this was no ordinary mission—it was a stepping stone. If becoming her bodyguard gave him access to that world, he’d take the risk. After all, he didn’t just want to play the game.

He wanted to own the board, rise to the top in the merchant world, crushing all those who oppose him behind, and even using them as his stepping stones.

TBC