Hearing her idea surely made me wonder if this goddess is still the same as before. Damn, I started to remember why I was crazy for her in school, and hearing that she would strip one piece of clothing at every correct question surely was the best way to motivate.
But why the fuck doesn’t the teacher teach by this method? Well, I guess they are just dumb. So I was looking at her in pretty disbelief that this goddess could come up with something like this, while seeing my reactions.
She began to giggle and laugh wholeheartedly and spoke in a taunting tone, “You brat, see, I knew your perverted brain could only take me seriously when I spoke in your language.” Even in school you were like this, only hearing me when you started to see my figure and just thinking those perverted thoughts about my pure figure!
But I guess that’s how your puny brain works. And, yeah, you heard correctly. I will strip one layer at every correct answer, and if I get a wrong answer, then I will be wearing them back, ok? Pretty simple, right?”
Hearing it pretty clearly and loudly, I felt that this goddess wasn’t just messing around, so I spoke, “Yeah, ma’am, sure! But don’t expect me to be merciful; the game is like a war, and there’s no way I am going to let you off the hook.” So ask, What is your first question?”
Hearing my answer made her wonder just how perverted I could be, but she knew the answer to that question. So she spoke, “Ok child, first question, here it comes; it will be for my heels.” ‘What was my name?'”
Well, hearing this question surely made me wonder why the fuck a name can be a question, as I didn’t remember her name, but fuck it, to think that it was a question. Well, I wanted to look around her house and see for her name, but this goddess was just staring at me only.
And the first name that came to my mind, I spoke it: “Savita! Your name was Savita. Right?” Hearing my answer, her face became red, and her eyes somewhat turned wide in disbelief, but she began to loosen her heels with a strange feeling of blush on her cheeks, and she spoke, “You remember my name? I thought you forgot my name!”
Well, hearing it, I felt a huge comfort in my heart, as my guess was pretty perfect. Well, in India, this name was pretty famous, and we heard it most of the time in school. So you see, it was a pretty interesting memory to remember, and seeing her figure, I could only think of her figure.
Well, surely her figure wasn’t as great as Mam’s, but still it was worth guessing, and I was worried about my life; what would happen if I guessed the wrong name? She would have definitely kicked my ass.
But heh-heh, I got saved, and she clearly stripped the heels, so she was true to her words, so I now could press her harder. As she took a deep breath and drank another mouthful of her drink, she spoke, “Ok, kiddo, the game is getting interesting, as the next question will strip my saree’s outermost covering, so it will be a difficult question.” Okay, so tell me the first thing you said to me when you first saw me in school.”
Hearing her questions was breaking fear into my ass. I didn’t even remember our first meeting, so how could I even remember it, as it surely was 4 years ago that I last saw her, and now she is asking about our first meeting?
There’s no way I would have looked at her face when her figure was this good. So I guess it was again time to pray to my god of fortune. My dear ‘Milf system,’ this bastard must have something to help me with her.
As I summoned my box, this bastard showed a strange notification: “‘The Trial of lf’ has begun. You are being tested by your milf; you have to clear it your own without the help of the system. ‘ The Reward: The Milf Savita will be yours!'” Failure: ‘You will lose her permanently!’ “
Seeing this was making me curse this strange system; this motherfucker was clearly trying to mess with me. How the fuck was I going to clear her rounds if the questions were like this? But I will show you that this bastard wasn’t born yesterday.
So I began to speak, “Good morning, ma’am, nice to meet you!” Hearing my answer surely made her blush more, and she began to stare at me. Well, surely, what could I even say at meeting the teacher for the first time?
And, on top of that, she was my class teacher, so she must have met me in class only, and our words to teachers were more like a song, “Good morning, ma’am. Welcome to our class!” Heh-heh, as she started removing safety pins from her saree and began to strip, her expressions were in disbelief, and she spoke, “Right answer. So you still remembered these words.”
Hearing and seeing her like this surely felt exciting and way too tempting, but I felt that something was wrong. She was only asking about her memories with me, not anything else, and she was getting shocked by every answer, as if she thought that I forgot her entirely and went ahead with time, giving me something that I desire and hearing the things that she desires!
Well, guess she might be real sad after we went our ways, as it felt much more like a trial of her heart, trying to convince herself that I didn’t forget her with time. Well now thinking about it, it surely started to feel heavy and deep, but I couldn’t let her see this pathetic side of me.
So, I thought that I should start taking this game seriously. Well, I couldn’t just let her drown in the same sorrow that engulfed her for most of her life, as this wasn’t the original timeline, and I was not going to let any of my beauties get struck by reality. Because I have a system, and it will make sure that no bastard will be able to mess with my beauties.
