Working in Another World with MILFs and My weird System

When it all started? Wrong universe, wrong world, wrong place, and wrong timing! Who the hell will save me from the beast coming toward me? Just my luck!" Takashi mumbled, sweat dripping down his face as the beast snarled.

A calm voice echoed in his mind: "I can help you. I'll lend you power, but you'll have to repay me—with interest."

Takashi froze. "Interest? What kind of interest?"

"You must get… a MILF. That's the deal."

Takashi blinked in disbelief. "A MILF?! Where in the middle of a forest am I supposed to find a mature woman?!" he shouted.

Even the beast paused mid-step, tilting its massive head in confusion at Takashi's outburst.

As Takashi stared at the bewildered beast, he couldn't help but recall the day it all began.

It was a beautiful day, and I, Takashi, felt a surge of excitement coursing through me. After all the hard work I had poured into my studies, this moment was pivotal. Today, the results of my exam would be announced—an outcome that could determine the direction of my future. The anticipation made my heart race as I jotted down my thoughts in my diary.

With a satisfied sigh, I closed the small notebook. Takashi—a tall, slim young man with jet-black hair and sharp, expressive black eyes—paused for a moment before the sound of his mother's voice broke the silence.

"Takashi! Takashi, my baby, come downstairs! Breakfast is ready!" his mother called from the first floor of their cozy home.

"Coming, Mom!" he replied, quickly placing his diary on the desk. Excitement bubbled up again, but it wasn't just about the results. He had plans to meet his best friend, Akira, so they could check their results together. Afterward, they'd hit a karaoke bar or just find something fun to do to celebrate—or console themselves, depending on the outcome.

As planned, Takashi headed downstairs to the kitchen. The familiar smell of a hearty breakfast greeted him as he sat at the table with his mother. They shared a brief but warm meal before he grabbed his bag and stepped outside, ready to meet Akira and face the day that could change everything. 

After finishing breakfast, Takashi made his way to his best friend Akira's house. His excitement was tempered with a hint of nerves as he rang the doorbell, the chime echoing through the quiet neighborhood.

A moment later, the door opened to reveal Akira's stepmom. She stood in the doorway, her curvaceous figure accentuated by the casual yet form-fitting outfit she wore. Her soft, feminine features were framed by cascading waves of dark hair, and she greeted Takashi with a warm smile.

"Oh, it's you, Takashi," she said in a gentle, melodic voice. Turning her head slightly, she called out, "Akira! Takashi is here!"

Takashi felt a familiar warmth rise to his cheeks as he took her in." Hot as ever," he thought to himself, trying to keep his expression neutral. Despite his best efforts, her beauty was hard to ignore, and it always left him feeling slightly flustered.

As Takashi stepped inside, Akira leaned in close and whispered with a smirk, "Trying to hit on my mom, huh?"

"What? Hell no! It's just… normal biology!" Takashi blurted out, his cheeks flushing as he scrambled to defend himself.

Their exchange didn't go unnoticed. Akira's stepmom tilted her head and gave them a curious look. "Akira, what are you doing? Are you bullying Takashi again? Let him come in; he's our guest," she said in a firm but kind tone.

Akira stifled a laugh and leaned in toward Takashi again, his voice low and teasing. "You know, she likes you. You two would make a good match. But... she is a little old for you, don't you think?"

Takashi groaned, shoving Akira away in frustration. "Shut up!" he muttered before brushing past him, making his way further inside the house.

Takashi made his way to Akira's room. Upon opening the door, he was greeted by a chaotic sight—adult magazines scattered across the bed, accompanied by a tissue box and a bottle of lotion sitting suspiciously on the nightstand.

"What the hell, Akira?!" Takashi exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you wasting your energy on magazines? Seriously?"

Akira, unbothered, shrugged and leaned back on his chair. "It's perfectly legal at our age, dude. Come on, we're almost twenty and about to start university. What's so wrong about reading something... adult?" He paused, smirking. "Besides, I don't have a girlfriend like you. You don't understand the pain of being single."

Takashi rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just staring at photos of 'bo.*bs and @ssess ,' huh? Seriously, the internet is a thing now. If you're gonna do this, at least get something worth your time."

Akira snorted, grabbing a handful of magazines and tossing them into a drawer. "That's rich coming from you. Don't you also have a girlfriend? So why are you even judging me?"

Takashi hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment. "About that... It's complicated, Akira."

Akira paused mid-cleanup, glancing at his friend with a curious expression. "Complicated? How? Spill it."

But Takashi waved him off, trying to avoid the conversation. "It's nothing. Let's just get this over with and check the results."

"Okay, okay, Takashi. What was her name again? Sakari?" Akira teased, leaning back with a smug grin.

"It's Sakura," Takashi snapped, rolling his eyes. "Man, you suck at remembering names. Seriously." He crossed his arms and smirked. "Do you even remember your own stepmom's and dad's names?"

"Oh, come on," Akira replied, waving him off. "My dad's name is Suzuki Ryōsuke, and my stepmom's name is Suzuki Fumiko. And yeah, I know—they sound like anime characters. But…" He trailed off, narrowing his eyes with mock suspicion. "Wait a minute… Did my best friend just ask about my stepmom and not my dad? Hmmm. Are you planning to flirt with her?"

"Ugh, not this 'MILF' nonsense again!" Takashi groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "Oh, gods of heaven, what more do I have to endure?"

Just then, the door to Akira's room opened, and Fumiko walked in, carrying a tray of snacks. Her kind smile lit up the room as she placed the tray on the desk.

"So, what are you two discussing?" she asked, her tone warm and motherly. "Today's your big results day. Don't panic—just relax. Have you checked them yet?"

"Nope, not yet, Fumiko—I mean, stepmom," Akira said with a mischievous grin. "We were just talking about… melons, to calm our nerves."

Fumiko sighed, shaking her head with a small smile. "How many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Mom. Or, if you don't like that, call me by my name. But not 'stepmom,' okay?" She turned to Takashi with a softer expression. "Takashi, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

"Uh, yeah. Thanks, auntie ," Takashi replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

With that, Fumiko gave them both a final smile before leaving the room and closing the door gently behind her.

The moment she was gone, Akira leaned toward Takashi with a smirk. "Yeah, Takashi. Don't hesitate to ask her out."

"Shut up! I'm so done with your dirty mind," Takashi muttered, glaring at his friend.

"Okay, okay, just kidding," Akira said with a laugh. "Now, let's check our results, yeah?"

After checking their results, both Takashi and Akira were elated—they had passed the exam.

"Takashi!" Akira exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement. "My dad gave me money to buy an blienware gurora R16! Let's go and get it now! I've been waiting for this moment forever!" He paused, then added, "Wait… Let's go meet my mom first. We should tell her about the results and maybe ask for some extra cash. After that, we can hang out—just the two of us. Like brothers!"

Takashi chuckled at Akira's enthusiasm and nodded. "Sure, sounds good."

As Akira started planning their outing, Takashi quickly grabbed his phone and sent a message to his family, letting them know about his results. He also sent a text to his girlfriend, asking about her result and sharing the good news with her.

Akira looked over Takashi's shoulder and grinned. "Texting your girl, huh? Man, you're so lucky. I'm still stuck with my magazines."

"Can you not?" Takashi sighed, pocketing his phone. "Let's go, before you start saying something else embarrassing."

"Fine, fine," Akira replied, laughing as they headed out.

After that, Takashi and Akira went to Akira's stepmom, Fumiko, to share their exciting news.

"Congratulations, both of you!" Fumiko said, smiling warmly. "You've worked so hard, and it's paid off. Since it's winter, I recommend you go shopping while you're out. And yes, of course, I'll give you extra money to enjoy yourselves." She glanced at Takashi with her usual kindness. "Make sure to treat Takashi well, okay?"

"Thanks, Mom!" Akira said, grinning as he took the money.

With their plans set and their wallets full, the two stepped outside, energized for their day.

"Takashi, where do you want to go first? Akihabara or Shibuya?" Akira asked as they walked.

"Hmm... Let's go to Shibuya. It's closer, right? Should be about 20 minutes by train," Takashi replied.

"No way, man. If we go by taxi, it's 20 minutes. But by train, it's around 10 minutes," Akira corrected, shaking his head with a laugh.

"Fine, fine. Whatever," Takashi said with a shrug. "Let's just go. First, we'll check out the PC, and after that, we can hit the karaoke bar or some arcades."

"Deal!" Akira nodded enthusiastically, and the two set off for their adventure.

After arriving in Shibuya, Takashi and Akira were greeted by the vibrant sights and sounds of the district. The towering LED screens flashed advertisements, and the streets buzzed with a mix of tourists and locals. The air was filled with the chatter of crowds, the hum of passing vehicles, and the occasional street performer drawing a small audience. Despite the winter chill, the energy of the place was infectious.

They navigated the bustling streets to ECT Camera Shop and Big Camera. Inside the stores, rows of cutting-edge electronics gleamed under bright lights. After browsing for a while, Akira finally purchased the coveted blienware gurora R16 PC, grinning from ear to ear as he completed the transaction.

With their mission accomplished, they began wandering the lively streets of Shibuya. The aroma of roasted chestnuts and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, and the two friends decided to stop at a quaint café tucked away on a quieter street.

As they entered, Takashi immediately froze in his tracks. Sitting near the window was Sakura—his girlfriend. She wasn't alone. A guy sat across from her, leaning in close as they talked animatedly. Sakura hadn't noticed Takashi or Akira yet.

Akira leaned closer to Takashi, his eyes narrowing. "Man, isn't that your girlfriend? Who's the guy with her?"

Takashi's jaw tightened as he nodded. "Yeah. I had a feeling something was off. She's been acting weird lately. Guess this confirms it… She cheated on me."

Akira frowned, glancing back at Sakura and the unknown guy. "I get it now when you said things were 'complicated.' Let's keep an eye on them for a bit. Wait—did she even reply to your message earlier?"

Takashi shook his head, his voice low but steady. "No. She didn't. But now I understand why."

Akira placed a reassuring hand on Takashi's shoulder. "You don't deserve this, man. But look—our lives are changing for the better now. It's her loss, not yours."

Takashi sighed, his emotions a mix of anger and sadness. "Yeah, I know. Let's sit somewhere we can see them. I want to know what's going on."

The two quietly found a corner seat, keeping their distance but within sight of Sakura and her companion. 

The two friends discreetly followed Sakura and the unknown man as they exited the café. Their trail led them into a nearby supermarket. Inside, they watched from a distance as Sakura browsed the aisles, her arms quickly filling with winter clothes.

"Man, we really need to buy some winter gear too," Akira muttered, shivering slightly as he glanced at the heavy jackets and scarves Sakura was picking out.

Takashi didn't respond, his gaze locked on Sakura. His jaw tightened as he silently watched her every move, his focus unshaken.

At the checkout counter, the man with Sakura pulled out his wallet and paid for everything. The two then left the supermarket, bags in hand.

"They're definitely a couple," Akira whispered as they continued to follow them through the crowded streets of Shibuya.

For the rest of the day, Takashi and Akira shadowed the pair, observing them as they moved from one activity to the next. The couple visited a nearby park, laughing and feeding the pigeons. They stopped to eat street food at a bustling vendor stall, sharing skewers and hot drinks. They even visited an arcade, where Sakura cheered as the man won a plush toy from a claw machine and handed it to her with a smile.

As the afternoon wore on, the couple eventually made their way to a quiet shrine. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the stone pathways as the pair prayed together, looking every bit like a happy couple.

Finally, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Takashi and Akira followed them to a secluded area. Their steps slowed as they realized where the couple was headed—a love motel.

Takashi stopped in his tracks, his face impassive but his eyes dark with emotion.

"Okay, Takashi, I know I'm in no position to give advice here," Akira said, breaking the tense silence. "But this… this is too much. Watching all this… I didn't know your heart was made of steel, man. How are you even holding it together?"

Takashi's expression didn't change. He took a deep breath before replying in a low, steady voice. "Let's wait until they come out. Then, we'll catch her."

Akira stared at his friend, his worry evident. But he nodded, knowing that Takashi had already made up his mind. The two found a spot nearby, staying out of sight as they prepared to confront Sakura.

As they waited, Akira broke the silence, his voice filled with curiosity. "Takashi, did she also… you know… do that with you?"

Takashi glanced at him, confused. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, did she ever sleep with you?" Akira clarified bluntly.

Takashi shook his head, his expression serious. "No, man. From what I knew, Sakura wasn't that kind of person. She was pure and innocent—like Hinata from the anime."

Akira let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, pure and innocent. And now she's resting with some random guy in a love motel. What a transformation."

"She's a b***h," Akira muttered, his anger flaring. "Future AV idol material, I swear."

After what felt like an eternity, the couple finally emerged from the motel. Takashi wasted no time, walking straight toward them with Akira close behind.

"Hey, Sakura," Takashi said with a creepy smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You look busy. Am I interrupting your lovely date with him?"

The young man beside Sakura turned, confused. "Babe, who are these guys?" he asked, looking at her.

"Oh, we're her gold source and her first boyfriend," Akira said smugly, his arms crossed.

"What's your problem?" the guy snapped, clearly annoyed. "I should call the police."

"Oh, please do," Akira shot back. "We'd love to explain this whole situation."

Takashi's eyes were locked on Sakura. "Sakura, why?" he asked, his voice heavy with emotion. "Why did you do this? If you didn't like me anymore, you could've just broken up with me. Why cheat on me?"

The young man looked at Sakura, his face twisting in shock. "Wait, is it true? Was he your boyfriend?"

Sakura stammered, her voice shaky. "No! It's not true. It's a prank! They're just classmates messing around."

Akira grinned darkly. "Oh, sure, we're just classmates. You know, like that meme: 'I sold my OnlyFans.'"

Takashi's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Sakura, stop lying." He pulled out his phone, showing pictures he had taken throughout the day of her and the other guy. "Explain this to him."

Sakura's face turned pale. "That was over a year ago!" she snapped. "We broke up back then. Why are you still bothering me?"

"We never broke up," Takashi said firmly. "Not once."

The young man looked between them, his confusion turning into anger. "Sakura, what the hell is going on?"

Akira smirked. "Hey, handsome," he said to the other guy, his tone almost playful. "Why don't we all sit down somewhere quiet? Maybe a nice restaurant? Let's talk about this b***h together."

The group made their way to a nearby restaurant, choosing a quiet corner booth where they could sit undisturbed. Sakura, clearly uncomfortable, avoided eye contact and fidgeted in her seat. Moments after they sat down, she mumbled something about needing to use the restroom and stood up.

However, before she could leave, Akira extended his leg slightly, tripping her just enough to make her stumble and fall back into her seat.

"Oops," Akira said mockingly, flashing a mischievous grin at Takashi. "That's my friend!"

"Hey! My wallet!" Sakura protested, realizing Takashi had snatched her belongings during the commotion.

Takashi held up her phone and wallet with a calm, almost mocking expression. "You're really protective of this wallet, aren't you? Funny how you couldn't make it to the restroom without it. What, were you worried the toilets would eat it?"

The guy, Akihiko, sighed, clearly frustrated. "Sakura, what's going on? Just sit down. It's not like your wallet and phone are in danger here."

Reluctantly, Sakura sank back into her seat, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.

Takashi turned his attention to the guy. "So, what's your name? I'm Natsume Takashi."

The guy hesitated before replying. "I'm Akihiko Ichigo. First-year student at Nagoya University."

"Nice to meet you, Ichigo," Takashi said with an almost friendly tone.

Akira clapped his hands. "Well, now that introductions are out of the way, how about we order something? Can't talk on an empty stomach."

The group ordered steaks, but the tension at the table was palpable.

Akira leaned back, smirking at Sakura. "So, Takashi, why don't we check her phone? You know, just to see if there are any more surprises."

Sakura snapped, her voice rising in anger. "No! You can't interfere in my personal business like that!"

Akira chuckled, unfazed. "Oh, please. This is a respectable restaurant, so keep your voice down, would you? Let's not embarrass ourselves further."

Sakura stood abruptly and lunged for her wallet, but both Ichigo and Takashi blocked her. With nowhere to go, she sat back down, glaring at them.

Takashi calmly opened her wallet, handing it to Ichigo for inspection. Inside, they found her phone tucked away. Sakura opened her mouth to scream, but for some strange reason, nobody in the restaurant paid them any attention, as if an invisible barrier had been placed around their booth.

Akira leaned in, a smug expression on his face. "Oh, I forgot to mention. This restaurant? It's owned by my uncle. So, Sakura, how about you act like a normal, polite girl for once?"

Sakura's face twisted in anger, but she stayed silent as Takashi and Ichigo turned their attention to her phone.

"You know the password for her phone?" Ichigo asked Takashi, raising an eyebrow. "I don't. Any ideas?"

A flicker of panic flashed across Sakura's face as she clenched her fists tightly.

Takashi smirked, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her. "I think I know," he said calmly, typing a series of numbers into the phone.

The screen unlocked instantly.

Ichigo, who had been holding onto a faint hope that Sakura might be innocent, felt a sinking realization settle over him. Any doubt he'd held was now completely shattered.

"Wow," Ichigo muttered under his breath. "She didn't even bother to change it."

Takashi didn't respond, his focus entirely on the phone. As he and Ichigo began scrolling through her messages and social media, they were met with a series of incriminating conversations. Flirty texts with different guys, plans for secret meetups, and even some pictures Takashi had never seen before.

"What the hell is this, Sakura?" Takashi demanded, holding up the phone. His voice was low, but the anger in it was unmistakable.

Sakura's face turned pale as she struggled to find her words. "It's… it's not what it looks like!" she stammered.

"Oh, really?" Ichigo said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Because it looks like you've been playing all of us."

Takashi continued scrolling, finding a particularly recent thread of messages between Sakura and Ichigo. His lips tightened into a grim line as he turned the phone toward Ichigo, showing him the texts.

Ichigo's face hardened. "So, this is how you really are? Playing me while leading him on?"

Sakura's panic was now fully visible as she tried to grab the phone, but Takashi quickly pulled it out of her reach.

"Sit down," Takashi said sharply, his tone colder than ever. "You don't get to talk right now."

Akira, who had been quietly enjoying the drama, finally chimed in with a chuckle. "Man, this is better than karaoke. Who knew the 'pure and innocent' Sakura had such a busy social calendar?"

Sakura buried her face in her hands, her voice trembling. "I… I didn't mean for it to get like this. I just… I didn't want to hurt anyone."

"Well, congratulations," Takashi said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You managed to hurt everyone instead."

The argument between Ichigo and Sakura reached its peak, their voices clashing in an almost unbearable cacophony. The waiter, sensing the tension, placed the food on the table without a word and retreated quickly.

Ichigo glared at Sakura, his patience finally snapping. "I'm done with this nonsense. Enjoy your meal—or don't. I couldn't care less." Without waiting for a reply, he stormed out of the restaurant, leaving an uncomfortable silence in his wake.

"All of this… ruined! It's all because of you and your selfishness!" Sakura hissed, turning her anger toward Takashi.

Takashi met her gaze, calm but resolute. "My selfishness? You destroyed yourself, Sakura. Don't blame me for the choices you made."

"Ahmpt!" Arika interrupted, his mouth full of steak. "What did you say, Sakura? Can't hear you over how good this food is." He grinned, clearly trying to lighten the mood, though his tone carried a hint of mockery.

Takashi tried to focus on the food, letting Arika's banter distract him. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something strange—a faint reflection on the blade of a knife, its edge gleaming unnaturally.

His breath caught in his throat. The reflection seemed to move, a shimmering blur aiming directly at his eyes.

Before he could react, the world around him shifted. Colors drained from his surroundings, leaving everything in stark black and white. The bustling noise of the restaurant fell silent. Time itself seemed to freeze—Arika, Sakura, the other patrons—all frozen mid-movement.

"What's… happening?" Takashi whispered, his voice echoing in the void.

Suddenly, his body began to glow, golden light radiating from his skin. It grew brighter, engulfing him completely, until his vision was consumed by pure white. His knees buckled, and he felt his consciousness slipping away.

When Takashi opened his eyes, the scene before him was unrecognizable. He stood in a surreal forest, surrounded by trees that towered impossibly high. Their leaves shimmered like precious gemstones, shifting colors with every movement. Fruits hung from the branches, glowing faintly, as if alive. The ground beneath him was soft, blanketed in a carpet of vibrant, otherworldly flowers that pulsed with a gentle light.

"Where… am I?" Takashi murmured, taking a hesitant step forward.

A melodic voice rang in his mind, soft yet commanding.

"Welcome to the World of Girls."

Takashi froze, his heart racing. The voice continued, calm and matter-of-fact:

"You may call me WOB. Congratulations, Takashi. You are now registered as the first user of my system... No, that doesn't sound right. I meant… the First User."

The voice chuckled lightly, as if amused by its own words. Takashi looked around, bewildered.

"What… What is this place? What do you mean, system?"

"Ah, all will be explained in time, dear Takashi. For now, embrace your new beginning."