Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: MILF Hunter's Instinct - 2
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"That’s…."
My breath caught in my throat the moment I heard it.
It was a proposal to capture and sell off otherworlders like me who had no idea where they were and had stumbled into this place.
I couldn’t bring myself to nod.
"The equipment’s all ready. There was a time when we couldn’t get good slaves without doing just that."
"Give me some time to think about it."
My options were limited.
And this world was far more brutal than I’d imagined.
Even knowing that, I couldn’t decide easily.
Instead of scolding me, Bior quietly overlooked my hesitation.
‘Not yet…. It’s not that dire yet.’
I had the silver coins I’d brought, and if I was frugal, I could scrape by without starving for another month.
But the real problem was how little I was earning.
I couldn’t rot away on this street forever!
At this rate, all I could do was barely keep food in my mouth, and with no telling how long the tavern gig would last,
amassing the capital to become a trainer was damn near impossible.
For the next few days, I clocked in at the tavern, helping with odd jobs while mulling it over nonstop.
A way out of this hamster wheel.
One: Take on more work.
Two: Demand a raise.
Three: Borrow someone else’s money.
The honest paths weren’t realistic.
Especially two and three—they were basically impossible. In this world, a D-rank slave’s credit rating was rock bottom, no matter how you sliced it.
"Damn it."
Ugh! I put too much force into it, and the mop handle snapped.
Of all the times, Kallisa caught it.
"What are you doing? Those cleaning tools are already scarce…."
"Sorry, ma’am."
"…Haa. It’ll come out of your daily wage. You don’t mind, right?"
"…Yes."
"Looks like you’re working for free today."
…Don’t joke around.
I’d already spent six hours scrubbing food spilled by drunks.
But I had no choice except to bow my head.
‘This won’t do.’
Was kidnapping clueless otherworlders and training them my only option?
Setting aside my personal qualms, snatching someone up wasn’t simple.
A woman suddenly stripped of her freedom wouldn’t form a ‘trustworthy master-slave bond.’
Master probably knew that already.
Kidnapping wasn’t some flawless method either.
"I won’t say anything since you apologized, but sheesh….
You can’t screw up even simple tasks like this."
"Sorry."
You’re already saying plenty….
"The first floor’s done, so head up to the second and tidy the rooms guests just left?"
"Yes."
Was twenty coppers a day really the best they could do?
And now I might not even get that today. For a big place selling booze and renting rooms upstairs, the pay felt insultingly low.
But what could I do? Unfair treatment was standard for D-rank slaves.
Still, escaping the first-floor chaos to clean rooms alone wasn’t half bad.
I cleared the trash, set the bed sheets crisp enough to bounce a coin, and was heading out when Kallisa pushed the door open.
"All done?"
"Ah, yes."
"Let’s see."
Kallisa turned into a strict drill sergeant, inspecting my work.
I was confident in my cleaning skills, so I stayed relaxed.
‘That said….’
Careless. Why’d she close the door?
In the modern world, guys avoid being alone in tight spaces with women like the plague, so this didn’t happen often.
Her bending over in front of me, shaking that ass on the verge of bursting—it was a sight.
– What a fuckable ass.
…Yeah. A seriously fuckable ass.
Was she showing it off on purpose?
My erection wouldn’t quit.
"Not bad. Good work."
Kallisa glanced at the bulge straining my pants and said it.
"Thanks. How’s downstairs? Busy?"
"Nah, it’s quiet now. Hubby closed up for a bit to go shopping."
"I see."
So with nothing to do, she’d come up to check on me.
"And to buy a new cleaning tool since you broke one."
Kallisa crossed her arms under her tits, lifting her chin like she was guilting me harder.
"Sorry. I put too much strength into it…."
"What’s the point of flexing when cleaning? You gotta be delicate."
"I’ll be careful."
"If you’ve got that much energy left, mind helping move stuff in the basement?"
A bold overtime order.
It was already time to head home…. She saw my face sour a bit and kept explaining.
"That tool? Your daily wage won’t cover it."
So my labor was worth less than a mop?
Haa. Just when I thought I was adjusting, this made me hate the job.
Earn money honestly?
What a joke.
Suddenly, my body ignited.
In the modern world or this one, tons of people diligently fulfilled their roles.
Contribute to society, and you’re a ‘proper member.’
Tavern owners sell booze, bakers sell bread—that’s just how the world works.
So what was I? A beast.
Hunters hunt animals, and MILF hunters hunt MILFs.
My inner voice already knew what I had to do.
How could I look for another path with this ripe, ass-wiggling MILF right here?
‘The answer’s married pussy.’
"Why the grin?"
"Leave the heavy lifting to me. I’ve got it."
I felt an indescribable energy surging through me.
Kallisa’s expression was subtle. She thought my attitude shift was weird but didn’t press, just smiled back.
"Yeah, I figured from the start, seeing your build.
You’re packed solid, Taeyang. If only my husband had a body like…."
This cheeky bitch—eyeing my body since day one?
"Wanna feel?"
I smoothly invited touch.
Kallisa looked intrigued and reached for my chest.
So I yanked my shirt up over my torso.
"Oh my!"
She flinched like startled, but her eyes greedily scanned my pecs.
My abs? Killer.
Married women sick of beer guts fall hard for a muscular assault.
Since realizing my destiny, I’d never slacked on workouts. Lately a bit, but still….
It’s obvious: the taker has to be more physically appealing than the taken.
Kallisa, mesmerized, stroked my chest.
Lightning struck.
To my body, starved of soft female skin.
Shivers named thunderbolts!
My heart pounded wildly. As my rock-hard king cock asserted itself over my pants, Kallisa pulled back, gulping in shock.
"Wh-what’s that?"
"Huh?"
Playing dumb?
"What’d you stuff in your pants?"
‘No way that’s his dick.’
That’s what she thought.
My cock—perfect in length, girth, hardness—shocks first-timers.
I was a stud born solely to breed, fulfilling my duty to the letter.
Work? I’d quit today.
Instead, married pussy. Don’t underestimate ten days of pent-up lust.
I stared down at Kallisa’s forehead as she fixated in awe, igniting fire in my veins.
"It’s my dick, ma’am."
"…For real?"
"Yes."
"Thought I was seeing things…."
Seems she’d been curious about it since day one.
"It’s been ages since I’ve been this close to a woman as alluring as you…. Sorry. Got ahead of myself."
I lowered my shirt and stepped back slightly.
Key point: show no intent to push first.
I might not know training, but teasing married cock-lovers? Second nature.
I’d done nothing else back home, so one look at Kallisa’s face and eyes told me she was hooked.
"You said you’re confident in heavy lifting, but truth is, my real specialty’s ‘that’ side."
"You were a male prostitute?"
"Not quite—just a pet for high-class ladies."
"I see…. So you’re good at ‘that’…?"
"Damn good. If I wasn’t, I’d be dead. See? Head’s still attached."
Kallisa fanned her flushed cheeks, eyes darting away.
"En-enough bragging. Basement. Follow me."
"Yes."
I stuck close behind Kallisa.
Closer than usual.
My mind, freed from duty, pressed her from behind.
‘Hah, female scent.’
Up close, it was intoxicating.
Kallisa seemed tense, sweat beading on her nape.
She was aware of me.
"Thought it day one: must be tough with all the customers hitting on you."
"Can’t be helped. To survive as a woman here, you can’t blush every time someone gropes."
"Maybe they wanna touch because you’re the lady boss?"
Kallisa shot me a side-eye for crossing the line, then cleared her throat.
"What’s pretty about an old hag like me?"
"Old hag? Nah, I don’t see it that way. You’re beautiful, ma’am."
"…."
Kallisa quickened her pace, embarrassed.
But deep down, she wanted to hear it. Calling herself an old hag unprompted? Classic fishing for denial.
"Wait a sec. Getting the key."
‘Perfect chance.’
Liquor storeroom, huh….
Heavy lock to prevent theft.
Only the owner or his wife Kallisa could enter.
I calculated when hubby’d be back from shopping.
‘Two hours max….’
Two hours to bet my life on.
Get chased out of Beast Street, or pry open new doors with married pussy.
– Tense MILF sex like this is a first.
Tell me about it.
Agreeing with my inner voice, I followed Kallisa into the storeroom.
"Move all those crates over there to that side."
Dim liquor storeroom.
Dim light let me barely make out shapes.
‘Need her to go deeper in.’
The flirty talk closed the distance too well—she was hyper-aware now, facing away.
Pointing from the door.
Good sign.
I’d definitely stirred her wariness from her initial nonchalance.
Didn’t matter—I’d force it anyway. I pretended to obey and went in.
"This to here?"
"Yeah, everything there."
"Can’t see well…."
"Not there—the one next to it!"
"This?"
I faked clumsiness, playing dumb.
"No, not that…. Geez! I said over there!"
"Hmm…."
I looked everywhere but, dragging it out.
Kallisa stomped, then marched straight to me in frustration.
"Why can’t you get it? Here!"
Snatch.
I grabbed the key from her hand.
"Huh…?"
Her eyes widened, flicking between the key in my hand and my face.
And….
Like a hunter knows their role, prey knows its place.
"Eek…!"
Terror-struck, Kallisa spun for the wide-open exit.
I was faster—grabbed her nape, shoved her down, then casually locked the door.
Alone in a sealed room.
Different meaning now.
I’d trapped her.
I approached the terrified Kallisa step by step.
"Stay back!"
She scrambled up, retreating until her back hit the wall.
"Calm down. I’m not gonna hurt you."
To ease her tension about real harm, I showed open palms.
I’d wreck her pussy, sure—but no brutal beatings or choking to death. Avoid that misunderstanding.
Fear would ruin it.
I stripped naked before her eyes.
"Wh-what are you…."
As my clothes hit the floor, her breathing steadied.
Kallisa, you were interested too, right?
In my massive cock you’d worship.
"…Ah…."
Her gaze nailed to my erect dick.
Shock turning to reverence.
A royal cock forcing female instincts awake in any viewer.
Some things get worshipped just for being huge and majestic—mine was in that league.
Not even inserted, yet dominating the bitch before me with sheer presence.
"Ahh…. Such a…."
A moan slipped her lips.
"I’ll say it again. No intent to harm you, ma’am."
I advanced slowly, one step at a time, giving her time to brace.
Raised a hand for light touch first.
Brushed her hair, shoulder—gauged reactions calmly.
‘I’m tense too….’
If she screamed and bolted or kicked here….
Proceed with glass-like care.
Stroked her cheek gently.
"Don’t…."
I pulled Kallisa into a tight embrace.
"Ack…!!"
When swinging, swing hard.
Dawdle, and hubby’d come looking for his missing wife.
She squirmed to escape at first, but gradually yielded.
Feeling her soft tits, I ground my rigid king cock against her body.