My Milf System-Chapter 133. Father of All nations

"Okay, which one of you degenerates added Madam Sarah to the list?" Adrian snapped, holding the paper like it physically offended him.

I blinked innocently. "I thought she is kinda hot!"

Brian slapped his forehead. "She’s married, dumbass."

I sighed, dramatically. "So no MILFs? Man, this mixer’s gonna be so mid."

Apparently, a mixer is when boys and girls get together, play games, flirt, and maybe figure out if anyone’s worth crushing on. Teen courtship, but with snacks.

We were in the boys’ locker room— a place for absolute nonsense—changing for afternoon sports.

"Alright, day one of Operation Seduction," Adrian declared, shirtless in front of the mirror, flexing like a low-budget JoJo character.

"You’re not seducing anyone with a body shaped like a soggy toothbrush," Brian muttered.

Low key, when he wants to, Brian’s got the deadliest punchlines.

"Silence, peasant! These abs are still loading!" Adrian barked back.

The plan was to throw the mixer over the weekend, but firstly, we needed to invite some girls to come over.

Kira, after dressing up into his sport attire sat down on a bench, rubbing his hands against each other, clearly nervous, not sure if he’d be able to invite Lorraine.

And to be fair, that girl is a lunatic, pompous bitch. I get his fear. I’d hesitate too.

I sat beside him. "Don’t worry, bro. You got this. Show her what you’re made of in today’s sports matches!"

He sprang to his feet, jogging in place trying to shake the fear away. "You’re right, Asher! I’m gonna shine! I’ll dominate! She’ll have no choice but to notice me!"

Adrian, finally done admiring his scrawny reflection, scoffed. "Please. You don’t need the spotlight. All you need is this."

He whipped out a battered notebook from his backpack.

He stepped onto a bench, towering above us like some kind of Walmart Zeus. "Behold, my soldiers—The Flirt Bible! I’ve been writing this book for all my life so that when a moment like this comes, we all have somewhere to begin from!"

I raised a brow. "Bro just tell us what it’s all about?."

"Patience, peasant." He cleared his throat dramatically. "These are some pickup lines to use to make a girl fall head over heels for you. So, here comes the first one: ’Girl, are you a fire spell? Because you just ignited something in my pants’."

"YOHHHH!!!" Kira exploded, eyes wide like he’d just heard the secret to life. "That’s insane! Who thinks of that?!"

I cringed like my soul was trying to leave my body. "Delete it. Burn that book. Then burn the ashes too."

"Facts," Brian muttered, sitting beside me. "That line alone should be a federal offense."

Adrian rolled his eyes. "Fine! What about this one: ’Girl, do you have a map? Because I just got lost in your cleavage—I mean, eyes."

Derrick actually chuckled. "Okay, that one’s kinda fire."

Adrian stood proudly like he just won a Nobel Prize in cringe. He kept reading more lines that had me contemplating early retirement from society, but the boys were eating it up like it was gospel.

One by one, we exited the locker room, each guy clutching and memorizing a pickup line to use at the girls.

The sports matches started. The boys gave it their all—running, jumping, and sweating buckets—hoping someone would glance their way. But honestly? Not a single girl gave a damn.

As the day ended and people trickled back to class to pack up, and obviously go home, we spotted Lorraine, our target for the day.

We stalked her from behind the hallway like a bunch of weirdos.

Adrian gripped Kira’s shoulder. "This is it, bro. Remember the line. Say it smooth and slow."

Kira nodded with courage as he stepped into view, leaving us watching from behind a wall.

"Uh... hey, Lorraine."

She turned. "Yeah?"

Kira smiled nervously. "Do you have a... uh... cleavage?"

I literally stopped breathing. The hell?

Lorraine blinked. "What?"

"I-I mean MAP! Do you have a map?! Because I... got lost... in your... boobs—I MEAN EYES!!"

From behind the wall, we all facepalmed like synchronized swimmers.

"Ignore him, Lorraine. Let’s go," her friend Cammy, grumbled, shooting Kira a dangerous glare.

Lorraine looked genuinely concerned. "Are you okay?"

Kira nodded stiffly. "Yes. No. I—I forgot what I was saying. Sorry."

Then he turned and sprinted back to us.

"Bro! That’s not even close to how it goes!" Derrick whisper-yelled.

Four Eyes patted Kira’s back solemnly. "You fought bravely. Your sacrifice will be remembered."

I shook my head. "He asked if she had cleavage, dude. He just speedran social suicide."

Brian didn’t even look up—just calmly wrote something in his notebook. "Legendary fail. Saving that for the memoir."

And just like that... our first day with Operation Seduction failed miserably.

Later that day, I made it home, tired as hell.

Mom wasn’t around, and Sharon hadn’t gotten home either since I practically ran here at full speed, chasing time to freshen up so I could get to Elvarion Fortress before sunset.

What sucked this time was that I couldn’t use my Dimensional Door, since I literally used it to take Anna to my realm from Eldoria the other day. Which means now it can only transport me from Eldoria to my realm, and not Elvarion.

Gosh... I miss my teleportation—it didn’t have this much stress.

After a quick shower, I flew to Elvarion, landing just as the sun set.

The elf girls were already gathered around the fire, and the moment they saw me, they jumped up.

"We thought you weren’t coming back!!" one cried.

I chuckled. "I had stuff to handle. But I’m here now."

"Yes!! We can’t wait to receive your seeds!" they cheered.

And there, like a queen she was sat Elariel in her chair, looking sexy as hell in a soft blue, almost transparent dress she wore.

"Welcome back, human," she smiled.

I bowed slightly. "Thank you."

She clapped her hands and strolled over to me.

"Your seeds are truly divine, boy. We have thirty-two confirmed pregnancies. Now I’m curious to feel them inside me, too."

I choked. "THIRTY-TWO?! You mean... thirty-two elves are pregnant with my kids?!"

She nodded, clearly proud of the number.

The pregnant girls all waved at me, their faces glowing with joy.

I just stood there, swallowing hard.

What am I now? The Father of All Nations?!

Then Elariel leaned in close to my ear... and whispered something that really made my blood tingle.