Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Beast Street
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I somehow managed to drag myself to my feet.
I couldn't die without at least getting my hands on Ariella's massive tits.
"Someday this life will come to an end, so I'll give it my all with every affair, every adulterous fuck..."
Looking back now, that was pure arrogance.
I'd gone to confirm the end of a relationship with my own two feet and taken a sword to the gut, yet I still wanted to keep plowing MILF pussy.
I'd acted like I could walk away without a second thought once the death sentence came down.
What disgusting bravado. I felt so pathetic tears could well up any second.
But when that bravado shattered, I confronted the truth deep inside me.
"Sex!!"
I want to fuck!
"Sex!"
I shouted it as I rose.
I'm not fated to croak in a place like this. If I die, my heart stops, and if my heart stops, no blood rushes to keep my cock rock-hard.
If that happens, the hundred-plus MILFs waiting for me back in Korea will weep rivers!
Wailing like banshees!
-The pain was so bad I felt like I'd black out.
"Urgh."
Don't remind me!
I'm squeezing out every ounce of strength here...
I hated my brain for hoping some god who dragged me to this world would pop in with an easy cheat power-up.
Unfortunately, the blood I'm spilling is real blood.
This was the first time I'd bled this much since I got caught doing a hundred pussy smacks instead of headbutts on Lady Viewji's pussy by the warden.
Who knew the sword on the wall was a real blade that could pierce the moon-sky insect, not just a prop?
"Haha..."
I still didn't want to die.
Glancing back, the manor atop the hill had grown distant.
I'd staggered all the way to the bustling streets, but no one spared me a glance; they just kept walking.
"Someone..."
Call 119 or something!
People in outfits I'd never seen bumped shoulders and passed by.
Is it okay to ignore someone bleeding out like this?
"Tsk tsk. A runaway slave, huh."
"Looks handsome enough on the outside. Wonder what he did to end up like that."
"Seems like a nasty temper. Stay clear."
"I'm not a slave..."
In this world, otherworlders always started as slaves.
I couldn't just drop dead in a crowd like this, could I?
I felt my strength fading and mustered what I could, but I couldn't stop my body from slumping.
I'd lost too much blood...
Exhaustion spread through every limb.
"Get lost. Dying in front of the workshop is bad luck."
"Gah!"
I took a kick to the side and flipped over.
"Cough. Cough."
"Still breathing, huh. Die somewhere else!"
An old man...?
This geezer who looked like he'd been pretty strong in his youth stared down at me in pity.
White beard and white hair screamed old man, but his skin was a weedy green...
"Save me..."
"Why should I? What's in it for me?"
"Save me first. I'll do anything."
Fuck. Begging for my life with just my tongue flapping.
I was realizing just how vital emergency responders are back home.
"Looks like you did something stupid and paid the price."
"I haven't died yet... you senile old hag..."
"I'm still spry. Too early for 'old hag'!"
"I haven't died either. Save me."
"But you will soon. Gotta be, after pissing off some woman big time."
"How'd you..."
Psychic or what?
I clutched the hem of the old man's pants tight.
"Let go. I gotta sweep the yard."
"I'll do anything... Save me... I don't wanna die."
"Even if a beat-up D-rank slave like you survives, the only use you'd have is as meat."
"..."
"Why should I save some fool who touched a woman he shouldn't have and ended up like this?"
'A woman he shouldn't have touched.'
"If you must cross paths with her unavoidably, keep your words few. Don't stare. Don't approach carelessly."
"I'll touch her again."
I summoned strength into my arms and pulled my upper body up.
"Y-You little shit. You're ripping my pants!"
"Those tits... I won't die till I grope 'em...!!"
Last words like that, huh.
My vision went black.
The searing pain in my flesh was all that proved I wasn't dead yet.
When the pain suddenly eased, I thought I'd died.
'Woman's scent.'
Not perfume.
The raw, alluring body smell of an attractive woman.
I opened my eyes to see a blonde in a navy nun's habit through my blurry vision.
"You're awake. You made it past the worst."
"Thanks for the trouble. One gold coin do it?"
"No need for money. You saved a life."
"It's payment for saving that life. Take it."
"Mr. Bior..."
"Take it already."
"Understood. Tell him to be careful not to reopen the wound when he gets up."
"No such loyalty here. Soon as this punk wakes, I'm kicking him out."
I hurriedly shut my eyes.
Did that old man save me...?
Relief hit, drowsiness crashed in, and I plunged into sleep, forgetting time itself.
"Mm..."
I groped my chest the moment I woke.
The wound had healed.
Scarred up, but hey, I was alive.
That old man was a secret tsundere. Grumbled like he wouldn't help, but turned out decent after all?
...I spotted the dog collar and massive dildo on the floor, and my asshole clenched.
'Gotta escape!'
The green-skinned geezer emerging from another room spotted me leaping from bed.
"Why the face? Like you see your lifesaver!"
"I can't give you my ass!"
"What nonsense. Ruining my appetite!"
"Didn't peg you for that kink, old man."
"What makes you say that?"
I pointed at the dildos displayed on one wall.
"Those."
"Work tools."
"Work tools?"
"First time seeing a dildo?"
"No..."
I'd seen plenty.
Not for my use, but ladies' rooms often had 'em.
I even knew the trends.
Of course, no dildo could match me, so I'd never needed one.
Looking closer, it wasn't just dildos—SM gear everywhere. I instantly knew the old man's job.
"You're a Trainer at your age...?"
Ow ow. Moving too fast; it hurt like hell.
I sat on the bed, groaning.
"Sober now? Get out! You're spoiling my meal."
"Old man, how'd you know I got done in by a woman?"
"Not 'old man.' Call me Bior."
"Old Man Bior."
"Tch."
Bior sat in a chair, slurping some gruel-like mush, and spoke.
"Your hands, skin, nutrition—no sign of hard labor or running from it.
You took a blade doing something irreverent but lived, so you must've earned the Chartreuse Family's mercy. Their lady's got a kind heart.
And crucially, your body reeks of bitch."
"Bitch scent?"
I didn't remember raising any.
"Not your smell—it's rubbed off on you.
The thick scent of a female raised on the finest food and sights, soaked right in."
"Sharp nose, huh? Shabby workshop, but skills on point. Old man."
"Curiosity satisfied? Scram. Don't make me repeat myself."
"Nah, I'm interested in training too."
"What?"
"Overheard while passed out. You paid to heal me.
Can't leave till I repay it tenfold."
"Hahaha!"
Bior burst out laughing.
"What? Repaying a favor sounds weird?"
"Pup who can't read the room, hahaha! A D-rank slave earning ten gold? Hahaha!"
Damn, twisting my guts.
Laughed at even after surviving death.
"Don't you think the Chartreuse Family picked me up for a reason?"
"Reason my ass. Dumb luck."
"...If staying there was luck, then failing was bad luck too."
"Wrong. Failure's on you."
"How do you know?"
"Don't care who you fucked there, but you just banged her.
You didn't train the woman."
"What...?"
"You enjoyed her pussy but failed to tame her."
I got pissed at being dismissed.
But conversely, it cooled my anger—his words hit the nail on the head.
"Don't underestimate training, young otherworlder. It's like war."
"Taming women? Back home, say that and you're a psycho who jerks to too much porn."
"Any world, creatures evolve by hunting the weak.
Physical prowess, intellect—taming your own kind, so close in ability, and bending them to your will? How hard is that for novices who've never tried?"
"So, bottom line: going all-out on sex was the problem?"
Bior scoffed and emptied his bowl.
"What good teaching a clueless punk?"
"...Master!!"
I dropped to my knees.
Knees already bent once—no loss now.
"What."
"Teach me. There's a woman I desperately wanna fuck."
"Can't teach, but I wanna hear something."
"Huh?"
"What kinda tits made you scream for 'em on death's door?"
I grinned.
Ariella's rack saved my life.
Can't resist a world-class tit tale.
"Wanna hear the story?"
"Spill."
Breathing alone outs me as otherworlder anyway, so I spilled everything so far.
Bior listened quietly after his meal, chuckling midway, getting annoyed at times.
"So, Master?"
"Sword to the head too?"
"Huh?"
"Fabricate better if you're lying! Who buys that nonsense?"
"Which part's fishy?"
"Start to finish! You jumped a sleeping Verdia 'cause she looked fuckable, she melted on your dick without real fight, hubby sees wife climax and accepts you, spares your life?
Pfft, think I saved you to hear that saucy bullshit?"
"It's true, though..."
Damn. Can't prove it.
Wait, yes I can?
"Wanna see? A glimpse of my talent."
I reached for my waist.
"First human bragging cock size to an orc."
"What? You said..."
"Literal. First orc?"
"Ah..."
First live one, yeah...
Never imagined it'd match the image so perfectly.
Green skin, advanced age, massive build—made sense now.
"Orc cocks that big?"
"Huge. But comparisons meaningless now. I'm the empire's last orc."
"You're the Master?"
How'd orcs go extinct?
"Show it quick if you must."
"Right here."
I unveiled my pride and joy.
Three-second boner—my specialty.
'Ariella's tits. Verdia's ass...'
Full mast, hands-free, pure imagination.
"Youth's got its perks."
"Impressed?"
"Not bad."
"Finally recognizing super rookie Geum Taeyang?"
"Idiot. Cock size just tanks a slave's value. Not a training talent."
"..."
I deflated.
So confident...
"But if your tale's true, it could help. If that wild fantasy of first-fuck pussy-melting thrusts is real."
"It is."
"So, how you gonna fuck that Ariella?"
"Learn woman-taming secrets from you, then go claim her..."
"Claim her how?"
"Shove it in, she'll be helpless, right?"
"Training ain't superpowers!"
"Eek."
"I get the massive cock pride. But I only trust my eyes."
"Not my type anyway..."
"Who said it was? Enough. D-rank slave, go labor like one. Earn your daily bread."
"No, I wanna train."
"You don't get it, so listen: Isil gets hundreds of otherworlders daily."
"Hundreds...?"
Hundreds daily?
Thousands in ten days, tens of thousands in a hundred...
One city handle that?
"Few arrive unscathed. Still, Isil's always overflowing. Get it?"
"..."
"D-rank dreamers like you ain't unique. Women got noble patronage paths, men two choices:
Laborer or paradise. Most starve to paradise anyway."
"Paradise?"
Chills just hearing it.
'Paradise' usually sarcasm.
"Her Imperial Majesty's farms. Human livestock: eat, shit, sleep."
"..."
What the...
Bior's tales were too outlandish; couldn't process at once.
He tsked at my shock.
"Some punk clueless on the world playing Trainer? Laughable."
"Wasn't joking."
I was dead serious.
Stranded from home, broke, weak—only light was training, the one path fitting me.
Always dead serious about sex. Believed no other way.
"Assuming my 'fantasy' is true, could I become a great Trainer under you?"
"If true,
Tidy the sloppy bits, and you'd rule this street."
"How much?"
Boom boom boom!
Someone pounded the door like they'd break it.
No—it's broken!
"Oops, my bad."