My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Guilty

Wednesday morning. 5:30 AM.

The sun wasn’t even up yet, but the System didn’t care about circadian rhythms.

[Daily Task: Physical Conditioning]

[Objective: 5-mile run + 1 hour weight training]

[Reward: +1 Stamina / Maintain ’Fit’ Appearance]

[Penalty for Skipping: -5% Charisma (Sluggishness)]

I groaned, rolling out of bed. My muscles were still sore from the stress of the committee meeting, but I couldn’t afford a debuff. Not with the President’s Dinner coming up.

I met Darius at the track. He was already there, running sprints like a freight train.

"You’re late," he grunted as I jogged up.

"I’m on time," I corrected, checking my watch. "You’re just early."

We ran. Mile three was brutal. My lungs burned, and my legs felt like lead.

[Stamina Check: 12/20]

[Status: Fatigued]

[Activate ’Second Wind’? (Cost: 50 SP)]

No, I thought. Save the points.

I pushed through the pain, focusing on my breathing. [Emotional Composure] wasn’t just for boardrooms; it helped regulate physical stress too. I forced my heart rate down, finding a rhythm.

By the time we hit the weights, I was drenched but awake.

"You’re getting faster," Darius noted, spotting me on the bench press.

"I have to be," I grunted, pushing the bar up. "The wolves are getting faster too."

[Daily Task Complete]

[Stamina: 12 -> 12.5]

By noon, I was showered, changed into a crisp oxford shirt and chinos, and sitting in the campus dining hall.

This was the second part of the daily grind.

[Daily Task: Social Maintenance]

[Objective: Be seen. Be admired. Be untouchable.]

[Current Social Rank: The Boss]

I wasn’t eating alone. I was holding court.

Ethan was to my left, briefing me on the latest gossip. Claire was to my right, reviewing my MBA coursework. Nia was remote, texting me updates on Varga’s movements (he was currently in a motel in Tallahassee).

But the peace didn’t last.

Roger, the student council president I had humiliated in the committee meeting, walked in. He wasn’t alone. He had brought backup—two seniors from the Debate Team. They didn’t look physically threatening like Brad, but they looked annoying.

They stopped at my table. The dining hall went quiet.

"Jake," Roger said, his voice tight. "We need to talk about the budget allocation for the Maritime acquisition. You bypassed the oversight committee."

"I bypassed a roadblock, Roger," I said, not looking up from my salad. "It’s done. The Dean signed off."

"The Dean signed off because you manipulated the meeting conditions," Roger accused, his face flushing. "We’re filing a formal complaint with the Student Judiciary. Abuse of power."

One of the debate guys stepped forward, holding a clipboard. "Sign this, Hart. It’s a notification of the hearing."

The System flashed red.

[Social Challenge Detected]

[Opponent: Roger & The Bureaucrats]

[Threat Level: Low (Annoyance)]

[Recommended Skill: Intimidation]

I put down my fork. I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

I didn’t stand up. I didn’t need to.

I looked at the debate guy. Then I looked at Roger.

I activated [Intimidation].

It wasn’t about shouting. It was about the eyes. It was about projecting absolute, terrifying certainty.

"Roger," I said softly. My voice was calm, devoid of any emotion. [Emotional Composure (Level 2)] kept my pulse steady at 60 BPM.

"You’re worried about a budget," I continued. "I’m worried about the five million dollars I just brought into this university. Do you really think the Student Judiciary cares about your feelings when I’m paying for the new library roof?"

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms.

"File the complaint," I said. "Please. I’d love to explain to the Board of Trustees why the Student Council is trying to block the biggest grant in a decade. I’m sure they’ll be very... understanding."

I held his gaze. I didn’t blink.

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