MILF Desire System: The Degenerate Son's Forbidden Path

Damon was stuck on the stupidest crossroads he’d ever faced, and he could admit that with zero shame.

On one hand he desperately wanted to dig into the Desire Meter, Desire Points, Thirst Gauge, and that Exchange Shop he already half-understood.

On the other hand the Beginner Pack was sitting there like a shiny gift box full of free shit he hadn’t even opened yet.

He let out a long, frustrated sigh and finally understood why some webnovel authors wasted ten to twenty Chapters just letting their MC figure out the system before actually letting him loose.

’Preparation. Character building.’

Making readers fall in love with the protagonist or whatever fancy language writers used.

Damon had never cared about the writer’s suffering and as a reader he only cared about the finished product.

That’s why he bought the Chapters in the first place — to motivate them and get what he paid for: Win-win.

Although he had to admit, sitting inside one of those Chapters was a completely different experience. Turned out the boring setup arc felt a lot less boring when the system was yours and the targets were two floors up.

But right now he was standing on the edge.

’Not really.’

By the time he finished that pointless self monologue he already knew exactly what he wanted.

He glanced down at his still rock-hard dick, which was currently tenting his pants like it had a personal vendetta against fabric.

"Is there ever a time you’re not active or at least half-erect when we’re alone you bastard?" he muttered at it.

By any normal logic, after how much he’d been abusing the poor thing for two straight years, it should have been exhausted. Retired and filing for compensation. Instead it looked even more fired up, veins standing out, tip already shiny with a fresh bead of pre-cum. It was like the system unlock had somehow made it hungrier.

"This is the last day we keep each other company like this, buddy," he whispered, voice low and almost affectionate. "From now on we’re getting you new sisters. Thick one, soft ones and wet ones. Every single time we’re going to be wrapped in that warm, dripping pussy instead of just my hand. You ready for that?"

He gave it a playful little squeeze.

The nine-inch dick twitched hard in response, almost eager.

"Attaboy," Damon grinned, pure teenage pride in his voice. "That’s the spirit. We’re about to level up from solo sessions to full-on MILF conquest. No more lonely nights for either of us."

Two years of loyal service, and finally a promotion.

If his dick had a résumé, tonight was the day it got poached by a better company.

He stood up properly, still half-hard and shameless about it, and called out.

"Yo, System. Break it down for me. Start with the Desire Meter. Then the Thirst Gauge. All of it."

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[Ding! Desire Meter]

[When unlocked, Host will be able to see a floating meter above any mature woman whenever he wishes. The Desire Meter is measured in percentages — 20%, 50%, 70%, and finally 100%. Each percentage shows exactly how much the specific woman currently wants to engage in sexual acts with the Host.

Note:The Desire Meter can be increased either by Host using your own game, abilities, and skills to seduce the woman... or by how naturally attracted she already is to you.]

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Damon let out a slow, satisfied breath as the information sank in.

It was exactly what he’d expected... only better.

Each percentage range basically came with its own success rate. A woman sitting at 25–45%? He probably wasn’t getting her into bed that day.

’Possible, but unlikely.’

The second she crossed that 50% threshold though? It became only a matter of time and how well he played his cards. The higher the number climbed, the easier and dirtier things would get. At 70% she’d probably start dropping hints herself — lingering touches, excuses to lean over him, that low voice women used when they’d already decided and were just waiting for him to catch up.

At 100%? She’d be the one dragging him into a bathroom or a spare room, hiking her own dress up before the door finished closing.

It was a perfect cheat sheet and a perfect crime.

A glowing green light that would stop him from ever misreading signals and making a complete fool of himself.

A small shiver ran down his spine at the memory of how embarrassing that could be. Nothing killed the mood faster than thinking a woman was into you... only to find out she was just being polite.

Nothing on this earth was more humiliating than a wrong signal.

He’d rather be punched in the face. Getting punched at least came with a story.

Now he’d never have to guess again.

He could picture walking past Camila in the hallway, activating the Desire Meter, and watching the number slowly climb as he "accidentally" brushed against her or dropped a low, filthy compliment.

Watching it jump every time he made her blush or bite her lip. Knowing exactly when she was wet enough for him to push further without risking rejection.

His cock throbbed again at the thought.

"Fuck yeah..." he muttered under his breath, eyes gleaming with pure horny excitement. "This changes everything."

Even with Mature Affinity and Predator’s Gaze working together, it still wouldn’t be a guaranteed win.

That’s exactly why the Desire Meter existed. The abilities could soften a woman up, map every sensitive spot on her body, and whisper her dirtiest secret kinks straight into his head... but without that glowing percentage floating above her, he could still misread the situation and make a complete idiot of himself. The meter was the final green light. The difference between "she’s just being nice" and "she’s three minutes away from letting me bend her over."

Before he could move on, the cheerful system voice cut in again:

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