Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 043
Chapter Title: Voyage
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"Kyarruk! Karrur!"
A clear child's laughter echoed through the cabin.
"You like that? This fun, huh?"
"Ung! Dada! More! More!"
Noy clutched my finger tight, laughing his little head off.
Now, even when he opened his mouth wide to laugh, no blood seeped from his gums.
Just a few days ago, they would've bled at the slightest thing.
But now, they were perfectly healed.
...Damn, expensive stuff really is worth it.
I side-eyed the old man sitting nearby, polishing his battered sword.
"Hey, thanks."
"For what?"
"For feeding that pricey shit to this little runt."
Kain shrugged like it was no big deal.
"What's the point of carrying it around unused? If someone's hurting, you use it."
"You're a weird old bastard. You never even slapped some cheap salve on me when you beat the crap out of me."
Not that he played favorites or anything.
Or did he?
Well, he had his reasons...
"Anyway, since I've become this kid's dad now, let me thank you properly. This one's too young to know how much a mid-grade potion costs."
Kain paused what he was doing and stared straight at me. Something odd flickered in his eyes.
"What're you gawking at?"
"Nothing. Just... unexpected."
"What is?"
"Didn't know you had a soft spot like this."
He rubbed his chin, muttering like he was genuinely intrigued.
"It's not like you have any blood kin left, and from the crap you usually pull, you're a selfish prick who only cares about himself."
"...That a compliment or an insult?"
Kain barked a laugh.
"Obviously an insult. If you were half this devoted to me, some stranger's kid."
What the hell.
"So you want me to spoon-feed you like I do this runt?"
I wiped the drool from Noy's mouth, sneering.
"And change your shitty diapers too? That's what you're after?"
Kain nodded shamelessly.
"Isn't that what you always say? That I'm senile. Give it a few more years, and who knows."
He peered at his wrinkled reflection in the blade and chuckled.
"I'll ask then."
"Like hell."
I shot him down flat. Just thinking about it made my skin crawl.
"Taking care of sick heads or bodies is fucking exhausting."
Whether past life or this one, that's what ruined my whole damn life.
No more. Never again.
Hard pass.
"Besides."
I paused for a beat, then spoke up.
"He's not some total stranger's kid."
"...Oh? Is that right?"
"This one's... that whore's kid from the South Gate Tavern."
Kain's eyebrow twitched.
"What a coincidence. Small world."
"Tell me about it."
"So, which of those old tavern sluts?"
Kain asked casually.
I answered just as casually.
"One named Beat."
"Doesn't ring a bell by name."
"What, you know her by her face? You know, the one with the biggest tits in the place."
Kain's eyes lit up.
"Ah."
He slapped his knee, voice full of certainty.
"The girl with that mole under her right tit?"
"...Huh?"
What the fuck?
How the hell did this old coot know that?
"...Hey, old timer."
"Yeah?"
"How do you remember something from fifteen years ago... no, how do you know about that mole?"
I knew 'cause I'd groped and sucked on those tits plenty.
But this geezer?
Did aura users get x-ray vision or some shit?
"How?"
Kain picked his nose and said,
"I fucked her once."
"..."
"Her pussy gripped nice and tight, hips bucked like a pro. And those tits were so full... no way I'd forget after all this time."
This crazy old fuck.
"You fucked her back then?"
"Went for a drink. Can't just drink, right?"
Wow...
Speechless.
All those clueless idiots call Kain stuff like:
[The Great Knight Who Rose Above Status]
[The Aging Hero]
Hero my ass.
I've seen this guy for fifteen years. Total bullshit.
Whenever the Kaintrea knights and guards went "Ooh, Sir Kain! We respect you!" with starry eyes,
I'd just shake my head in disbelief.
This guy's just a drunk womanizer blowing his Kaintrea paycheck on booze and pussy.
Why this old fart, who strutted around the house like he owned it, never got a family name tacked on?
Bachelor? Sure.
But not some noble knight's vow or tragic "can't forget first love" romance novel crap.
He just didn't wanna settle with one woman,
and blew every coin on hookers, so no money left for a family.
That's why he'd dump all the chores and annoyances on me during downtime,
and head out boozing.
Reality's like that, but those glorified images are scary and gross as hell.
"Hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Meanwhile, you're all grown down there but act like a eunuch."
"Fuck off, is banging whores something to brag about?"
"Of course. Among real men, that's all that matters."
I shook my head and scooped Noy back up.
"Hear that? Old man's saying he fucked your mom good."
"Ung? Mommy?"
Of course he didn't get it.
But then Kain reached out.
"Hand him over."
"...?"
"Fucked the mom, might as well hold the daughter."
This psycho old bastard—now turning pedo too?
No matter that Noy was fifteen,
body and mind, he was clearly still a kid.
As his reluctant dad, no way I'd allow...
"Peekaboo~ It's uncle~"
I didn't want to, but with only one hand, he'd snatched Noy quick.
"Whoa? Woo-hoo? Uncle?"
Kain plastered on a grin and plopped Noy on his knee.
But,
"...Hic, heek!?"
Noy's eyes went wide,
then his lip quivered downward.
Wrinkle city face, scars everywhere, ugly mug,
plus missing one arm—straight-up monster to a kid.
"Waaah! Waaaaaah!"
Noy wailed bloody murder.
Kain panicked, at a loss.
"Wh-what? Why's he... Hey, stop crying. Cut it out!"
"Fuck, gimme him back."
I snatched Noy away, clicking my tongue.
Useless old geezer.
Why scare a perfectly happy kid?
"Shoving your ugly mug in his face suddenly."
"What? Then what's your mug like?"
"Can't you tell?"
I patted her back as I held her.
"There there, you got scared, huh? That orc-looking gramps tried to eat you."
"Hoo... Ung... Dada..."
Miraculously, the crying stopped the second he was in my arms.
He grabbed my shirt tight, grinning as he burrowed in.
"Hehe. Dada..."
I shot Kain a victory smirk.
"See? Dada's handsome."
"..."
Kain gaped like it was unbelievable.
Then he rubbed his right cheek a few times,
hung his head, and sighed deeply.
"Kuh... End of days, end of days."
See that?
Who’s handsome and kind-hearted,
who’s a mangy dog with a slutty mindset.
Kids see right through without all the image bullshit.
A week since we set sail.
This rickety tub was somehow still afloat.
At first, every tilt sent seawater trickling through the deck holes—heart-stopping stuff.
"..."
Humans adapt, though.
Now? Whatever. Bail it out if it leaks. Sink later? Worry then.
"Yeah~ If we die, we die~"
One afternoon in that enlightened haze.
"..."
"...Ung."
Noy and I sat side by side at the bow,
gazing blankly at the horizon.
Prime ocean-zoning.
Perfect day. Warm sun, waves calm as a lake.
Problem: no wind.
No oars or manpower on this piece-of-shit boat.
Pure wind-powered eco-system.
So it sat dead in the water.
Moving? Or stopped? Endless ocean everywhere—no clue.
Thus,
"Afternoon craving some perky tits to grope. You too, right?"
"Ung."
"Yeah yeah, big ones are best."
Basking idle, body all lazy.
"Yawwwn..."
"Haaawn..."
As Noy and I yawned in unison—
"Hey, slave."
A bitchy voice from behind.
Turned: Baekrin looking down, arms crossed.
"What."
"Meat."
"...?"
"Want meat. Get some."
What bullshit.
"Eat jerky. Box over there's full of it."
Kain's provisions: all long-lasting crap.
Hardtack, dried grains.
Withered veggies,
jerky you couldn't tell from shoe leather.
Only fresh stuff: rainwater in the barrel.
"No."
She knew the rations, still threw a fit.
"Something soft and chewy in the mouth.
Juicy, oily meat that bursts when you bite."
"Hm, sure."
I spread my legs V-wide for her view,
"Got a super huge sausage right here, though?"
"Oh? I'll take it."
"Joking. Stop."
She went for her knife, so I clamped my legs,
cupped my precious junk protectively.
"Bitch, look around if you got eyes. Where's meat coming from?"
"Make some. Or cut off your dick for real."
"You horny slut?"
Might as well ask for the moon.
"If I do, you'll rub and grind it with that lower mouth for fun, right?"
"Nah, top mouth. Grill it up."
Baekrin tapped her forehead,
"No meat, I'm getting dizzy."
She eyed my crotch hungrily.
"...Crazy bitch."
For real. You never know.
This beast-like savage might go cannibal if hungry.
Look at those mad eyes.
Then,
"Heh heh, young folks. Full of vigor."
Blind-as-bats Captain Jack chuckled over.
Two battered fishing rods in hand.
"Bored? Try this. Water's calm—perfect."
"Oh, ship fishing."
I grabbed one quick.
(Never fished past life either.
Just vicarious thrills from celeb highlight reels on variety shows or YouTube.)
But how hard? Zone out at sea,
fish jump in splashes.
Toss line, munch bait,
some dumb fish'll bite.
"Alright. I'll snag a tuna, slice sashimi tonight."
"Pfft, know how big tuna are?"
"Nope."
Only from cans.
"Sigh... whatever, fish are fish."
Baekrin took hers without complaint, plopped beside me.
"Lalala."
"Catch tons, grill 'em up."
Two hours later.
"..."
"...Mommy."
Not a nibble. Not even seaweed.
Fishing this fucking boring?
Body twisting from tedium.
Noy conked out ages ago,
Baekrin's face souring.
Quitting soon—
Thud, tug-tug.
"Oh shit?"
Heavy vibration in my hands.
Rod bent like a bow, line taut.
It's here! Reel!
Fuck yeah!
"Woooah! Got one!!"
I yanked hard on instinct—no reel, pure muscle.
Screeech! Rip!
Line screamed taut.
Huge shadow flapping below.
Jackpot.
That size? Cock in mouth fine.
"Woooo!!"
I heaved with all my might.
"Up! Splaaash!!"
Snap!
"...Huh?"
Crisp crack—rod snapped in half.
Taut line went slack,
shadow vanished into depths.
"..."
Silence.
"Aaaargh! Fuck!!"
I slammed the broken stick down.
"Useless old fuck! Gimme rotten crap like this?!"
"Heh heh, it's ancient... can't help it."
Jack shrugged calmly.
Wasted time and got blue-balled thanks to that half-dead blind geezer.
Then a pitying tongue-click beside me.
"Sigh, useless slave."
Baekrin chucked her rod into the sea,
stood up.
One broke, one tossed.
Sashimi dreams dashed.
"Fucking frustrating."
"...Whatcha doing?"
No answer—instead,
she untied the drab robe slung over her shoulders.
Slipped off.
Revealing underneath...
"...Holy."
My jaw dropped slack.
Not traveler's rags—pitch-black half-tights hugging her curves bare.
Otaku shop cosplay ninja gear.
Straight out of past-life games or manga kunoichi.
"Damn, body."
Baggy robes hid it, but holy shit.
Sleeveless top bared shoulders and collarbone, squeezed her tits firm,
but couldn't hide the bursting volume.
Deep cleavage. Serene valley.
Tiny waist flaring to perfect hips.
But legs stole the show.
Thick honey thighs mid—black tights like boy-shorts,
garter-like sheath straps digging slight into flesh,
oozing plump healthy sex appeal.
No pudge, pure Insta-model hot bod.
Photoshop-free real deal.
Blood rushed south inevitable.
"...Staring hard much?"
Baekrin snapped irritably.
"Knew your tits were huge from groping, ass pretty from seeing."
"...Told you to erase those memories."
"Didn't know your whole body's this fuckable."
Couldn't look away.
Turn from this? Moron.
Brain-cell backup essential.
Baekrin smirked at my leering gaze,
"Don't even dream. No sloppy seconds for a dickhead slave like you."
"Hm, how much to spread?"
"Whoring now?"
She pondered,
"What, 100 gold sound right?"
"Fuck you."
No deal then.
[How much? Tit grope fee.]
[1 silver.]
Tit squeeze: 1 silver.
Pussy spread: 100 gold.
Arbitrary bitch.
Baekrin ignored, grabbed a thick rope from the deck,
tossed it my way.
"Catch."
"...?"
"Tie me."
She turned, arms up high.
"Tight around my waist. No slipping."
I eyed the rope, her slim waist,
that plump ass thrust at my crotch.
Tight black full-body tights.
And bondage.
This is...
"Hurry up and tie, what're you waiting for."
Just to check,
"While we're at it, like this..."
"...?"
"On deck in broad daylight, everyone watching."
I asked.
"Tied up, moaning as you get railed? That your kink?"
If so, I could oblige...
Smack!
Guess not her rape fantasy fulfillment.
"...Fuck."
If no, just say no—why hit?
Gonna cum on her face while sleeping.