My Milf System

Chapter 390 - 390: 390. Spy or psycho?

"Oh, hey, Asher. Good morn—"I walked right past Loona, completely ignoring her greeting as my eyes swept across her apartment. During my previous visits, I'd never given a single damn about the layout of the room, but now I was dissecting everything, the alignment of the windows, the spacing of the furniture, the structural depth of the walls. These syndicate freaks clearly loved their secret passages; for all I knew, there was a hidden mechanism in this very room, just like the one in the caretaker's quarters that led straight to my surveillance hub.

I traced my fingers along the edges of the furniture, checking under the desks, tilting the lamps, and probing the framework of the couches. Nothing. Not a single hidden latch or anomalous seam. It was frustrating.

I glanced back at Loona, who was standing by the kitchen counter with an expression of utter bewilderment.

"Where exactly does your husband enter from when he comes home?" I demanded. It was a question I should have asked from the absolute beginning.

"What do you mean?" she stammered, blinking. "Through the... the front door, of course. How else would he get in?"

Just as I figured. Loona didn't have a clue. If Josh was truly a high-ranking asset within the Shinigami division, he wouldn't share his operational secrets with a domestic toy. He had likely timed his arrival late last night on purpose, ensuring Loona was fast asleep so she wouldn't witness whatever hidden entrance he was utilizing.

I sank onto the couch, pinching the bridge of my nose as I calculated my next move. "Tell me, how often does your husband come home this late?"

"Usually Friday nights," she replied instantly. "Every Friday, to be precise."

Oh.

Now that was interesting. Friday was the exact day the Sad Mat corporation processed its major overseas logistics and exports.

"Tell me, Loona... did he happen to bring home any of those stuffed dolls yesterday?"

Loona touched her chin, her brow furrowing as she recollected. "Mmmm... no, I didn't see a box of Labubus this time. Though, I did catch a fleeting glimpse of him carrying a heavy black duffel bag early this morning. He walked out with it and came back empty-handed after about thirty minutes."

Right. My window surveillance had caught that exact handoff. So what the hell was inside that bag? And why did Karen look so thoroughly pissed off at Josh during their hallway crossover this morning?

My sole motivation for returning to this mortal realm was to exact absolute, crushing vengeance on my ex-wife for the betrayal that had left a permanent scar on my soul.

But I didn't just want a simple, violent retaliation; I needed her downfall to be meticulously humiliating. More importantly, I needed to dismantle her entire reality, to uncover her true motives and find out who she actually was behind the mask of the loving, innocent wife she had worn for years during our marriage. Only then would her ruin be truly satisfying.

But the longer I studied her from the shadows, the more I realized her life was anything but ordinary. In the short span of two months since my apparent death, how the hell had a civilian woman gotten herself so deeply entangled with a syndicate like the Shinigami? And what was the true nature of her relationship with my corporate brother, Akira? Was it an alliance, or a mutual blackmail scheme?

The questions were beginning to pile up inside my head like a mountain of loose kindling.

"Alright, Loona," I said, standing up and casting a firm look her way. "Keep a watchful eye out from now on. Note if Josh brings home any more of those dolls. Report anything even remotely suspicious to me, and under no circumstances are you to fall asleep before he returns on Friday nights. Act like you're completely passed out, but keep your eyes open and watch his every move. Got it?"

Detecting the cold, dangerous shift in my demeanor, a flicker of submission and fear crossed her eyes. She nodded quickly. "I understand."

I immediately dissolved the heavy tension, flashing her a smooth, reassuring smile. "Good girl. Do this right, and I'll reward you with another one of my specialized body massages. You know how much you love it when my hands start sliding into those... happy accidents, don't you?"

Her shoulders visibly relaxed as she smiled. "Of course I do... I love them."

I turned toward the exit, casually waving a hand over my shoulder. "See ya."

I stepped out into the corridor and closed the door gently behind me, preparing to go back into my surveillance nest when a soft, melodic chuckle echoed down the narrow, dimly lit passage.

"Leaving so soon? And here I thought the daytime shifts were always the longest."

I snapped my head around. Leaning against the doorframe of the adjacent unit was the neighbor, the worker's wife who had been loitering near Loona's door the day before.

She looked like the literal definition of an alluring, domestic housewife, dressed in a loose, incredibly soft white gown that cut off at her knees and was tied casually at her waist.

I hadn't paid her much attention during my initial rounds, but up close, her messy dark hair was pulled up in a claw clip, leaving a few strands framing the soft curve of her pale neck.

Between two perfectly manicured fingers, she held an unlit cigarette. She tilted her head, locking a pair of striking, unnaturally vibrant purple eyes directly onto me. They were massive, glossy, and completely hypnotic, like they belonged to a character pulled straight out of a premium anime.

What is up with this chick? I thought, keeping my physical posture completely composed.

"Just finishing up my rounds, ma'am," I lied smoothly, instantly dropping back into my clueless, subservient caretaker persona. "Checking the locks."

"Mm, the locks. Of course," she murmured, taking a slow step toward me.

The soft fabric of her white gown hissed quietly against her thighs. She wasn't walking like she was in any sort of hurry, but within a matter of seconds, she had closed the physical distance between us entirely. Her lips curved into a strange, knowing smirk that didn't quite reach her glassy, unblinking violet eyes.

"You're very thorough, Asher-kun. Loona's door seems to require an awful lot of your personal attention."

Asher-kun?

My eyes narrowed imperceptibly. She already knows my name?

She extended a delicate hand toward me. "I'm Mio. Just a simple housewife."

I kept my expression entirely unreadable as I reached out to accept the handshake, but my mind was already racing with a dozen critical variables. It was an absolute certainty that this woman had been actively eavesdropping on Loona and me yesterday.

And because she knew about the affair, she was a massive, unpredictable liability. Her knack for tracking my movements and picking the exact right moment to loiter in the hall was becoming a distinct nuisance.

I wouldn't even be able to speak freely inside Loona's apartment knowing this creature might be pressing her ear to the drywall. What if she wasn't just a nosy neighbor? What if she was a domestic spy planted by Akira or the higher-ups of the Shinigami to monitor the regional assets? In my line of work, there was no such thing as being overly cautious.

The moment our palms disconnected, Mio inched even closer, completely invading my personal space. She was notably shorter than me, but she leaned her upper body forward until I could feel the radiating heat of her skin.

There wasn't a trace of judgment or moral anger on her face. Instead, her chest heaved with a slightly rapid breath. Her eyes darted down to my mouth, trailed slowly across the width of my chest, and then went back to my eyes again.

"You know..." Mio whispered, her voice dropping into a breathless, raspy purr that sent a bizarre chill straight down my spine. "This building gets so terribly quiet during the day while the men are away at the corporate office. A girl starts hearing... everything. Every little creak of the floorboards. Every single breathless gasp. It makes the imagination run entirely wild."

Imagination?

She slowly ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. There was something deeply, undeniably unhinged about the way she was staring at me, like she was looking at a forbidden toy she couldn't wait to break. From the looks of it, she wasn't formulating a blackmail threat. Weirdly enough, she looked utterly aroused by the very concept of what I was doing behind closed doors.

I tilted my head down slightly to match her height, letting a fraction of my dominant system aura radiate around us to test her psychological strength. "Is that so? Maybe you should invest in a pair of high-quality earplugs, housewife."

Instead of flinching or backing away from my suffocating aura, her breath rose. Her fingers visibly trembled against the filter of her unlit cigarette, and her wicked smirk widened, her purple eyes dilating with raw excitement. "Oh, no. I absolutely love the noise. In fact... I think it's a terrible shame when a beautiful performance doesn't have an audience."

'Yeah, this bitch is completely twisted.'

Spy or psycho, it didn't matter, I needed to keep her on a short leash. I couldn't allow someone like her to wander freely around my security grid. I needed absolute eyes on her, and more importantly, I needed direct access to whatever was going on inside her head.

I reached into my hoodie pocket, pulled out my smartphone, and pulled up the keypad before thrusting the device directly toward her chest.

"You seem to have a lot of distinct opinions on how I manage this building," I said, my voice dropping into a smooth, commanding baritone that left zero room for argument. "Give me your number. If you happen to hear anything else... unusual through those thin walls, you call me first. Got it?"

Mio stared at the screen, then slowly looked up at me through her lashes, her vibrant purple eyes practically burning with dark anticipation.

She snatched the phone from my grip, her warm, soft fingers lingering heavily over mine as she quickly tapped in her digits.

"A direct line to the caretaker," she whispered, handing the device back to me before delivering a slow wink. "I'll make sure to call you the very second things get exciting, Asher-kun. Don't keep me waiting."

Turning gracefully on her heel, she sauntered back toward her apartment, the thin white gown fluttering open just enough to flash a scandalous, provocative amount of thigh before her front door clicked shut.

I stared at the closed door, my brow furrowing deeply as I saved the contact information under her name. Mio

She needed to be thoroughly investigated. And very soon, she was going to be thoroughly leashed as well.

To be continued...