Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: MILF Hunter's Instinct - 1
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The wound betrayed my expectation that it would heal with time, growing steadily worse instead.
Piona...!
She tried to kill me just for deceiving an innocent virgin pussy and creampieing her a little?
...
...Honestly, it was an act that deserved death.
If the wound had been just a bit deeper, I'd surely be dead by now.
But I have zero regrets about grabbing Piona and pounding her pussy.
Or about fucking Verdia.
Or about getting a proper meal.
"Urgh!"
I need antibiotics.
A raging fever had me out of my mind.
Where the hell had my master gone, leaving his apprentice on the brink of death...?
As I slowly sensed death creeping in, a woman's scent tickled my nose.
What a lovely fragrance...
"Are you okay?"
Was this an angel come to greet me?
As my vision cleared, a blonde, green-eyed nun gazed down at me with concern.
I was so weak that even gratitude welled up inside me, but I could barely speak.
She gently clasped my hand with both of hers and soothed me.
"I'll make you comfortable right now."
Her voice was as tender as if she were tending to a child.
The sister placed her hand on my chest and quietly chanted a spell.
"Merciful Goddess of Light, Illesia..."
A soft glow enveloped her hand and seeped into my body, filling me with miraculous energy.
I'd been in so much pain... Now I felt perfectly fine.
"If I'd known it was this urgent, I would've come sooner... I'm sorry."
"Master..."
"Master Bior called me. He'll be here soon."
So Master had summoned her.
I owed my life to him twice over now.
Ah, I shouldn't be thinking dirty thoughts.
But her massive tits formed such a seductive curve, swaying naturally with her every movement...
"Urgh..."
"Where does it hurt? Let me help."
"My cock..."
It was erect.
My dick stood tall toward the sky, pitching a tent so fierce it was practically lifting my pants on its own.
The blonde sister flinched in surprise and averted her eyes.
"I-I can't help with that!"
Her flustered reaction was adorable.
"Then tell me your name."
"I'm Elia."
"Elia..."
Big tits.
Not quite Ariella-level, but definitely Verdia-tier...
Gazing at those huge jugs filled me with bliss.
"Are you feeling better?"
Elia smiled softly at me.
Ah, I want to grope a sister's tits while she jerks me off...
"The wound's all healed, but no straining yourself today, okay?"
"Yes, Sister..."
The sister's voluptuous breasts turned me into an obedient lamb.
My cock throbbed wildly, but I couldn't harm my benefactor.
I lay still, waiting for Elia to speak.
"What's your name, patient?"
"Geum Taeyang."
"Wow, what a great name."
"Thank you."
Even healing my soul with those tits... She's a true saint of a sister...
"I work at the church just up ahead, so please stop by once you're better."
"Yes..."
I nodded dreamily, eyes locked on Elia's massive rack.
She blushed crimson at the sight of my raging erection.
It wouldn't go down... This was bad.
"I'll handle this guy on my own."
"Y-Yes! W-Well then, I'll be going...!"
She fled through the door like her life depended on it.
Door?
When did he fix that?
Master entered just as Elia left.
"Haa..."
"Sighing right in the face of your long-lost apprentice?"
"Things were nice until a moment ago."
"Don't even think about touching the sister."
"Why not?"
I boldly shot back, figuring he'd explain if I asked.
"Because all the adventurers on this street owe the church favors."
"What have you been up to until now?"
"Nothing much. Just buying us some time."
"Now that I'm better, I'll help too."
Bior stared at me intently.
"Master?"
"No money."
"Yeah, I know."
"We've only got 4.5 potatoes left now."
Not 4 or 5.
Exactly 4.5.
"We've scraped together every coin we had, and there's not even enough left to buy food for today."
"..."
I stupidly asked,
"So what do we do?"
"Go work and earn some money."
"Work...? I came under you to become a trainer."
"Exactly. We can't even afford a woman to train. Kid, one more mouth means we'll starve starting tomorrow."
"..."
That was the moment I truly realized we'd hit rock bottom.
"No place on Beast Street hires an old orc like me. You go make money however you can.
Training comes after!"
"Got it."
No point complaining; the situation left no choice.
You need capital to start any business.
Even a corner snack bar can't escape that.
Think positive. At least we have shelter from the rain.
- There's a noticeable poster on the bulletin board. What the...?
I followed the impulse and turned toward the job posting board in the middle of the street.
Bar work at a tavern...
- Smells like a delicious married woman. Am I losing it?
I glanced around, wondering if others could hear my inner voice.
Nah, fuck...
MILF detector?
Tempting, but now's not the time to fuck a married woman.
I need to earn money. Honestly.
We can earn honestly, right?
As long as I don't make the first move?
I headed to the tavern advertising the job: Adrian's Scent.
It looked like your standard pub, but it was quiet since it was still daytime.
"Customer?"
"Saw it on the bulletin board."
A balding man with hairy arms sized me up and nodded.
"Then go change in the back and come out. Start today."
"Yes, sir!"
What? It went so smoothly?
Following the inner voice felt like riding an unstoppable current.
Like being led down an invisible path.
Only 30 minutes out on the street, and I'd already landed a gig. Not bad.
"Start with cleaning. Customers will pour in soon."
"Yes."
"Ask my wife if you're unsure about anything."
"..."
"Oh, a newbie?"
I tensed up immediately.
Her voice alone had my cock stirring already.
The owner's wife was a MILF barely containing her voluptuous figure in a white tee and jeans.
Not containing in the sense of downplaying it—her thick thighs and huge ass were physically straining the denim.
In short, her ass was so massive it threatened to rip the jeans, and her braless tits jiggled freely.
"Hi?"
"...H-Hi!"
I stammered, fighting back the impending erection.
"Such a sturdy boy. Got some muscle on you?"
She casually stroked my arm.
Was this isekai personal space?
A busty MILF giving skinship right off the bat!
"Please take good care of me!"
Get it together!
I came to work honestly and earn money, not to plow some horny housewife!
"Hehe, you too."
This lady knew she was hot and was laying on the charm thick.
Her auburn hair tied back and blue eyes gave off an exotic vibe.
Exotic? More like straight out of another world.
Come to think of it, aside from me, Ariella was the only black-haired person I'd seen so far.
"What's your name?"
the owner asked.
"Geum Taeyang."
"Geum Taeyang. Nice name. I'm Ongur. My wife's Kallisa."
"Call me Kallisa~."
Ongur's eyebrow twitched.
"...Lady Kallisa it is."
"Hmph. Just so you know, touch my wife and..."
Kallisa squealed dramatically, reacting with her whole body.
"Oh, come on! What are you saying to a young guy like this?
No interest in an old lady like me."
"You're the most beautiful woman in my eyes."
"Eek, so embarrassing."
"Life's tough right now, so I'll work hard. Work me to the bone—no time for other thoughts."
Ongur smiled, satisfied.
"Good."
"So polite and sweet these days—not very slave-like!"
I flinched at Kallisa's sudden remark.
They'd pegged me as a slave from the start.
My black hair give it away?
Hard to pinpoint one cause.
To locals, every signal my body gave screamed outsider.
Only way was to blend in over time.
"Hurt the business, and you're out. Got it?"
Kallisa slipped a razor-sharp warning behind her sweet smile.
Her vibe had felt oddly straightforward,
but mistaking it for friendliness could've been disastrous.
I was the slave.
They were the owners.
The line was drawn clear as day—uncrossable, forbidden—yet I didn't cower.
"Yes!"
"Follow me."
Damn it, shaking that denim-trapped ass right in front of me...
I want to pin her down.
Thanks to the inner voice, I'd already zeroed in on a top-tier MILF bitch.
But I had to hold back for now.
Not just to become a great trainer,
the situation was different from messing with Io.
Get chased out of Beast Street, and I'd truly have nowhere to go.
"See that stain on the floor?"
"Yes."
"Scrub it hard. Really hard."
"..."
'Really hard.' The words echoed in my ears.
Getting horny... was inevitable.
I focused on cleaning, erection and all.
- Looks like something spilled. It's stubborn—won't come off easy. I know.
Got any helpful tips? Not MILF hunting—maybe hidden treasure spots?
- Already midday, and heavily drunk adventurers burst through the door. "Three bottles of Gallonte here!"
"Coming right up~."
"Kallisa, has that ass gotten even bigger?"
"Heeheehee."
"Don't hit on another man's wife!"
This was an isekai tavern?
The adventurers groping for Kallisa's ass shocked me, but she deftly brushed them off like it was nothing and kept serving.
"Wanna grope? Tip first."
"You don't let us even with tips."
"Then whose ass is this?"
"At least flash some cleavage. Paying to the cleavage."
"Oh, thank you, sir♥ But no cleavage."
No time to gawk.
I figured cleaning on day one meant light work, but...
"Krahaha!"
"I'll kill youuu!"
Did Empire adventurers have some disorder requiring them to filth the floor for fun?
Dancing around, spilling booze and food everywhere—no matter how much I scrubbed, it never ended.
Fuck, this is brutal?
Did they shit on table manners?
"What're you staring at, slave scum?!"
"Ugh!"
A thrown glass hit my forehead, drawing blood.
Kallisa glanced over impassively and turned away.
I'd never gotten this treatment back home.
If anything, I'd been treated well.
Plenty of MILFs worshipped my cock!
I silently swept up the shards. The drunk lost interest and turned away with a click of his tongue.
Endure it. Or...
This was the treatment befitting my station now.
No human rights from my old life here, obviously.
As night deepened, the owner prepared to close.
"Locking up—put away the cleaning tools!"
"Yes, sir!"
Finally!
"20 coppers. Threw in 3 extra special, so grab some bread on the way."
I stared dumbfounded at the child-sized allowance of 20 coppers in his palm.
This... is my daily wage?
Special 3 extra—what the hell?
He looked like he expected a thank-you.
As I stood there blankly, Ongur scowled, feeling his kindness spurned.
"No thanks?"
"...S-Surprised... Thank you."
"My wife likes you, so 22 coppers starting tomorrow. Come early."
"Thank you."
I was stunned.
Not expecting riches, but realizing those lewd tales I'd told Chartreuse guards for pennies...
equaled 60 coppers? My head spun.
Back home, savory smells greeted me.
"Why the long face? Sit and eat!"
"Yes."
I ate mechanically, barely tasting the rare meat side dish.
"That look says it was way off your expectations."
"Master, how much to start as a trainer?"
"10 gold at least."
10 gold.
I recalled vowing to repay the 1-gold treatment fee tenfold.
50 days at that tavern.
...Assuming no expenses, pure savings.
"New job?"
"Tavern called Adrian's Scent. Did odd jobs, got 23 coppers."
"Hm. Not bad."
"You said male slaves... go to 'paradise.' Everyone?"
"Isekai folk are like sudden refugees to them. Nobody likes it.
They understand words, but clashing values mean plenty snap. Can't handle the Empire's discrimination, so off to paradise."
"Women get trained?"
"Yeah."
"That's the city's... system, huh."
Honest work alone would never...
let me reach Verdia's glittering mansion.
...
"Master, this is too slow. Any better way?"
"Save bit by bit, get your trainer license, buy slaves at market. Safest path."
"Other ways?"
"Risky ones."
Bior continued smoothly, like he'd anticipated the question.
"Catch slaves fresh off the gate—before they hit the market."