My Milf System

The past week had been eventful, full of mysteries and absurd discoveries for Tama. Using shadow teleportation, she'd tracked the very root of what led to her clan's downfall. Her first stop? The Holy Church of Eldoria.

As a blackcat folk, she knew being caught in such a place; one that despised her kind meant instant execution. So she infiltrated it at night, when everyone was asleep… and when her powers worked best, with shadows lingering thick in every corner.

The first thing she found in the so-called holy scripts was a scroll. A declaration:

The BlackCats didn't just bring misfortune, they brought calamity, omens, and fear.

Therefore, they had to be exterminated.

Or so, that was what was written on the surface.

Beneath it… lay something darker.

Something only S-rank hunter Freya seemed to know.

**

Days Ago

"Why do you care so much about digging up the past?" Freya asked cautiously.

Tama tilted her head. "Why are you curious if you weren't involved?"

Freya's eye twitched as the two of them remained silent for a while.

Tama smirked and leaned forward. "So… the names of those involved. You gonna tell me?"

Freya clicked her tongue. "You're playing with fire. Dig too deep and you'll burn fast."

Tama shrugged. "Good thing I've got nine lives. Now… the names?"

Freya exhaled sharply, then leaned closer. "Alright. The person I'm about to tell you isn't involved per se, but… she's lived long enough to know everything. All the whys and hows. The name is Mrs. Lawson. The Magic Academy Principal who also happens to be my mother."

Tama gave her a long, suspicious look. But for now… she decided to trust her.

**

Now

Today was the day Tama would meet Mrs. Lawson.

Tired and worn from another long day at the academy dealing with stubborn students and outright rascals, Mrs. Lawson arrived at her house. She pulled out her keys, unlocked the door, and entered with slouched shoulders.

But as she stepped inside, her eyes narrowed.

There, sitting comfortably on her couch, legs up, a blackcat girl sipped from a wine glass like she owned the place.

Mrs. Lawson squinted, removing her glasses. "A blackcat girl...?"

Tama gave a casual smile. "Good evening, Mrs. Lawson! Sorry for breaking into your house. Mind closing the door? I'd like a nice, long chat. Undisturbed."

Mrs. Lawson muttered to herself, "I'm not hallucinating, right? It really is a blackcat girl..."

She thought they were extinct. To find one now, and in her own house? Shocking.

She sighed, locked the door behind her, tossed her purse to the floor, and slumped onto the couch across from Tama.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Tama. But let's skip introductions, shall we?"

"Hmph. Looks like you're in a hurry. Not surprising. Your kind's always been impatient," she muttered with a nostalgic smirk.

Tama lowered her feet from the table and leaned in, resting her chin smoothly on her hands. Her eyes sharpened.

"What else do you know about my kind? I want every detail."

Mrs. Lawson took a slow breath. "Well, your kind were believed to bring misfor—"

"That's not the crap I want to hear, damn it!" Tama snapped. "I want what really matters."

Realizing there was no dodging this one, Mrs. Lawson dropped her smile. Her tone turned serious.

"You're not an ordinary kid, are you?"

"Depends on the mood," Tama said, calmly. "I'm ordinary to those who deserve it. Extra-ordinary to those who don't."

The coldness in her eyes stirred something in Mrs. Lawson. A memory. A feeling. The same fierce gaze she'd once seen long ago, buried deep in history. It made her smile faintly... or maybe it just hurt.

"We were good friends, once," she said softly, leaning back.

"As you can see, I'm a dark elf. Nothing out of the ordinary about it. Dark Elvenism is a recessive trait: just like red hair or blue eyes in humans. Even if both parents are 'normal elves', the right genes activate… and boom, a dark-skinned, shadow-tuned child. Like me. And when two of us come together, chances are, we birth another dark elf again."

"I want to know about my kind, not elves, old hag!" Tama interrupted.

Mrs. Lawson chuckled. "As I said. Impatient. Your kind never changes."

She leaned forward again.

"What happened to us and made us be born dark is the same thing that brought Blackcat folks into existence. Its the same pattern, and its natural. But maybe the gods intervened... or maybe we're just hybrids that got lucky. Either way, most of us were blessed with immense magic. Darkness affinity. Shadow manipulation. And when the 'normal ones' realized how powerful we were… they turned on us. Labeled us evil."

"Wait... wait... so you're saying some of my ancestors were normal catfolk?"

"Yes."

Tama frowned. "And then...?"

"And then the others believed the rumors. The laws. The declarations from the holy churches. They called us abominations. No one wanted to be associated with us anymore."

She sighed. "So we chose ourselves. Blackcats and dark elves found one another. Lived together. Loved together. I'm sure children were born between both kinds. We isolated ourselves from the world. Lived in harmony."

"But…" Tama leaned forward. "It didn't last, did it?"

Mrs. Lawson's face hardened. "No. It all changed when a certain man appeared."

"A man?"

"Neither church nor clan. He didn't pick sides. He had his own… interior motives. No one really understood him."

Tama's eyes narrowed. "And what did he do?"

Mrs. Lawson hesitated. "He gave us a choice: Offer me a few test subjects from either of your clans, and I shall protect the rest of you."

Tama's expression twisted. "That's ridiculous. A mere man offering to protect 2 whole clans?"

"Yeah. It was what it was. The church knights were hunting us. This man's power was truly astonishing. All we had to do was sacrifice a few to protect the rest."

She gripped the armrest tightly. Her voice trembled.

"But the blackcat folks... they were proud. Too proud. They refused. Said they'd fight. We begged them to wait. Told them we'd find another way. But..."

She squeezed harder. "Because of their impatience, everything fell apart!!"

Her voice rose. The calm in her aura shattered. The pressure around her thickened like a storm had just entered the room.

Tama stood slowly. "You're still alive. So, what—you sacrificed your own? Is that how you're still protected by this 'man'?"

Before Mrs. Lawson could answer, another voice echoed from the shadows.

"You're half right."

A figure stepped into the light, footsteps echoing through the room. A massive sword rested on their shoulder.

"Yeah. We're still under the man's protection," they continued. "But you're wrong about one thing."

They stopped just in front of Tama, gaze sharp.

Mrs. Lawson added, her voice cold—

"We didn't only sacrifice our own...

We sacrificed your kind, too."

TBC