Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Now I'm a Villager Too - 2
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The Dark Forest lived up to its name—a pitch-black woodland where visibility was nonexistent. The reason? Blackwood trees dominated the landscape.
These trees were incredibly tough for wood, and they didn't burn easily either. Even when the sun hung high overhead, darkness shrouded the forest depths.
Not that it mattered to me, with my sharp night vision.
"There it is."
Today's objectives: collecting monster dung and gathering mint for the Village Chief.
Mint grew like weeds anywhere, so no worries there. The real issue was the monster shit.
"Who'd have thought I'd be picking up crap for a living."
Money was money, though. I'd grit my teeth and bear it.
"These footprints in the blackwood... War Bear."
A hunter's basics included knowing monster biology inside and out.
Where they went, what they ate, their habits—all of it.
Hunters had to understand the monsters better than the monsters understood themselves.
And I'd hunted countless War Bears before.
"Groooaaargh!"
"Found you."
A massive bear, leaving claw marks on the blackwood with its bulky frame.
The house-sized beast spotted me and charged straight away.
'Must be hibernation prep making it extra edgy.'
Normally, War Bears didn't rush humans head-on. From their view, we weren't worth the calories.
But this one was foaming mad—starving, probably.
'That'll make this easy.'
"Graaaarrrgh!"
The War Bear's first swing came from its dominant forepaw—the one with more developed muscles than the other.
That's why hunters targeted the weaker forepaw first. Disrupt the balance, and the monster crumbled fast.
"Graaaarrrgh!"
"Shut it, you."
Of course, that required enough power to pierce its thick hide.
Luckily, my strength measured up.
Crack!
After relentlessly hammering one forepaw, it started limping. Seizing the moment, I flowed like water toward the unbalanced beast and stabbed its exposed eye.
"!!!"
The monster's horrific screech echoed through the forest. Fortunately, no other beasts came running.
War Bears were solitary. They died alone.
"Whew... this one's the biggest I've ever bagged."
I butchered it right there on the spot.
Being my largest kill yet, the processing took longer than expected.
"Got a decent haul of dung too."
With the stinky work done, time for the highlight: chow time!
I'd set aside the bear's bile gallbladder.
"Thanks for the meal."
Dad the hunter always said War Bear bile gave you energy to skip sleep for three days straight. Kept a man's vigor from waning too.
In short, prime stamina booster.
Whoa~ natural Viagra!
"Hm?"
Chewing the bile, I sensed familiar killing intent at my back.
No, shit.
Boom!
A massive paw swung down.
Blackwood snapped like twigs and toppled.
A far cry from the mere scratches a War Bear left.
"Black Tiger, can't we just get along already?"
"Grrrrowl."
The jet-black tiger perfectly suited to the Dark Forest.
Mountain Lord Black Tiger. True king of the Titan Mountains beyond the woods.
Powerful enough to toy with War Bears, wise enough to dodge hunter traps.
The scar on my face? Its handiwork.
"Here, take this. I'm good."
Whether it understood or not, the Black Tiger eyed my kill, then glared at me.
Come on, dude, that was ages ago. Be cool like a mountain lord!
"Grrowl!"
Against my worries, it didn't press the attack and slunk back to its peaks.
"Fucking cat bastard. Hit and run, huh."
Made my blood boil, but revenge? Nah.
I'd given up on hunting it long ago.
"What kind of tiger holds a grudge like that?"
Forget its strength—its human-like cunning chilled me.
Felt like facing another hunter, not prey.
Maybe it felt the same, since it never went all-out despite popping up now and then.
Just screwing with me out of boredom. Damn feline prick.
"Time to head home."
What a rough day, thanks to that cat.
...
Back home, I immediately started smoking the War Bear meat with herbs. Raw, it reeked of fish—unpalatable without this prep.
Skins went out to dry in the sun for tanning later.
Claws? Sorted for making a blackwood-specific saw down the line.
"Sian, you must be beat."
"Nah, just did what needed doing."
"Get some rest now."
Chloe popped a wild strawberry in my mouth after my long day.
Tart and sweet flavors danced on my tongue.
"I'll handle dinner tonight."
"Eh? Sis can't cook."
"Clia!"
Chloe snapped at her sister's jab. Trying to impress her hubby, only for the sibling sabotage.
I enjoyed the lively chaos. Felt like a real home.
"Like it?"
"Yeah... uh."
I hadn't realized Chloe was such a bad cook.
But that was fine. Cooking skills didn't matter. She handled far more important duties.
"I love you, Chloe."
"Love you too, dear."
Like satisfying my lust every night in the marital bed.
...
Second night of marriage.
No perfumes or tension like the first. But memories of that night burned hot in my mind, heating my body anyway.
And Chloe felt it too.
Gauging my mood, she tentatively snuffed the candle and slowly stripped, just like yesterday.
Unaware I could see in the dark, she undressed calmly. I simply savored the stunning view.
Though I had no intention of just watching.
"Chloe!"
"Yes, dear?"
I pounced like a beast, groping her breasts with both hands.
These are mine.
"Haa... love Chloe's tits."
"That much?"
"Yeah. Could do this forever."
All my day's stress melted away.
"You're amazing, dear."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Most men don't like big-breasted women."
What nonsense?!
Men hating boobs? Were the guys here eunuchs?
"No way... Men love big tits."
"Really? Village guys say big ones mean you're a pig who eats too much."
What kind of bullshit?
I'd eat more for boobs! And it all goes to the chest anyway!
"Can't wrap my head around it. So what if you eat a lot? No reason to dislike your woman over that."
"True. Guess we're soulmates then."
Chloe hugged me, beaming happily.
"I worried a lot before marriage."
"About what?"
"Yeah. I'm not as pretty as Mom, and I'm not skinny. Feared you'd be disappointed."
She'd fretted like me, apparently.
Me over my scary face, her over her chest.
Silly worries from my view, but real to her.
"But you love me as I am. Made me so happy. And you're handsome too."
"???"
First time hearing that since reincarnating.
"Me?"
"Yes. Those fierce, beastly eyes and wild face... I want them protecting me always."
Chloe's type: bad boys or scary guys, it seemed.
Everyone's got tastes. I shrugged it off.
"Totally soulmates."
"Right?"
"Love you, Chloe."
"Love you too, dear."
With hearts aligned, we intertwined fingers and kissed.
Saliva swapped, bond deepening, our bodies merged.
"Dear! Haaang!"
"Chloe! Cumming!"
Maybe from losing her virginity? Or deeper love?
Chloe took more of my lust than yesterday. I seeded her again.
"Thank you, dear."
Embracing me, creampied Chloe expressed her thanks.
Such a devoted wife.
"Hey, Chloe."
"Yes?"
"Can we go again?"
Embarrassing to ask, but my stamina was monster-tier.
Tom hadn't compared me to one for nothing.
First time with a beauty like Chloe post-reincarnation—once enough? Hell no.
"Mom said men tire after one, can't do twice."
"Guess I'm special. Seeing you fills me with energy."
"Okay. Wife's duty to indulge her husband."
She agreed. Legs spread, fresh cum leaked out—sight reignited my erection.
"Change position? Turn around, lift your hips."
"What's this pose, dear?"
The beastliest one.
"Doggy style."
Looks like night two would outlast night one.