Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: The Answer is Married Pussy - 1
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Rona's gone?
I rushed back to the guest room and scanned the surroundings.
While Condel and I had stepped away for just a moment...!
What the hell was that girl thinking?
She could run on two legs, sure, but her hands were tied!
I flung open a nearby window and peered out at the garden. In the distance, a dark shadow staggered away.
'I can still catch her...!'
I whipped my head around.
"Sh-should I tell the soldiers to go after her!?"
Seeing Condel sweating bullets and panicking snapped me back to my senses.
Anyway...
I wasn't planning to sell her anyway, right?
It was my fault Rona escaped.
My fault for not listening to Master's advice about never leaving a slave alone.
No... that's not it!
My real feelings—not wanting to hand my slave, my woman, over to another man—had leaked out, planting doubt in Rona's heart.
Rona had been cooperative right up to the end.
She'd heard that otherworlders in this world had no choice but to live as slaves and had diligently endured her training.
But what must she have thought when she saw my hardened expression at the very last moment?
In the end, the one who'd driven her to run... was me.
"Trainer!"
"I'm sorry."
I turned, shut the window, and said,
"It seems the slave escaped while I was briefly in the restroom."
"You should've kept hold of the slave, Trainer!"
"Take this back."
Condel's face flushed red as he stared at the money pouch I held out.
"I'm sorry."
"Huuu..."
"What's all this commotion?"
...A woman's voice?
I blinked wide-eyed at the sudden appearance of a busty blonde MILF.
"Y-you...! Weren't you asleep?"
"Bringing a lowly otherworlder into my home without permission? Are you out of your mind?"
Her hysterical voice rattled my bones. Condel's face drained to a sickly blue.
Ah, so she'd caught him trying to buy a sex slave...
Having grasped the situation, I bowed my head low in a hurry.
"I-I was just trying to close an important deal..."
"You were trying to buy a slave, weren't you?"
The woman glared at me like I was a filthy insect.
What overwhelming presence.
An arrogance as massive as her huge tits!
A form-fitting dress that clung to her curves, doubling the destructive allure of this sexy MILF. Even with her brows furrowed in irritation, her pretty face didn't lose a bit of its shine.
Her lush golden blonde hair swayed, those red-tinged eyes a perfect match. A total beauty.
These mammaries... might even top Verdia's!
Even right after blowing a 10-gold slave and tanking a 20-gold gig,
one look at this tantalizing MILF and my heart pounded like mad.
- This woman's gonna be tough.
That's why the payoff will be huge!
The reason I live and breathe—my destiny!
Tantalizing MILF pussy!
"Belita, calm down..."
"Get rid of this bug. Right now!"
"But..."
"But what?"
Her husband couldn't even stand tall.
I instantly knew why their son turned out like that.
She hated otherworlders like Ariella did, but their personalities couldn't be more different.
For starters, Ariella never let her disgust for otherworlders show on the surface, no matter how deep it ran.
She knew it would just create needless enemies.
Only when victory was sealed—with a bullet in the back of my head—did she reveal her true colors.
Belita, though... she hid nothing.
She loathed otherworlders, discriminated openly, and seemed to hate them enough to kill.
"Thanks to His Majesty's mercy, letting vermin like you parasites infest the system."
"..."
I had no comeback.
What do you even say to someone slamming into you that aggressively?
Belita crossed her arms under those massive tits and turned back to her husband.
"And what about you? What are you thinking? Am I not enough?"
"N-no, never. Sometimes I just want to mix things up, so I thought a service slave..."
"Service? Pfft."
What was so funny?
Belita cackled mockingly.
"You prefer fragile little girls who service men?"
Condel shook like a leaf.
"You just lie there under me. That's a problem for you?"
"No, no problem at all..."
A peek into their bedroom routine.
Man, talk about...
a wife consistent from day to night.
No wonder a husband getting drained dry under her every day would crave a meek service slave.
But if it were me...
I bet I could teach Belita the joys of pussy service.
"You, didn't you hear me tell you to scram?"
Screw it!
"Please, give me a chance to make up for my mistake!"
As expected, Belita's eyes were ice-cold.
"Why would I?"
"..."
"No chances for a half-assed trainer like you. You botched the Magneta Center commission—no license for you, and don't even dream of a brand."
Master had warned me.
One big win could skyrocket your career, but one screw-up could strip away every opportunity.
Fall out of the lord's good graces, and you're finished.
"We're done here."
But as Belita turned to leave, I had nothing to grab her with.
The slave I'd brought to sell had bolted—no defense, even with ten mouths to argue with.
The more I talked, the uglier it'd get.
'In the end, just a pipe dream?'
I got chased out of the Grace mansion.
In a faint hope Rona might've returned to the workshop, I cracked open the door, but...
Only traces of her entrance-pussy training lingered. The place was empty.
What now?
Abandoning slave sales meant I wasn't pro trainer material anymore.
Hell, I had no regrets about ditching the pro trainer gig anyway.
But quitting trainer status dropped me back to D-rank slave,
slapped on activity restrictions, and slashed chances of lucky breaks like meeting high-class ladies today.
In the trainer special district of Isil, the perks of the job were insanely stacked!
How else would I have even met Belita without it?
Ariella, Verdia...
To claim the MILFs on my list, I needed to hold onto that trainer spot.
Which made today's blunder sting like hell.
Relief on one side, but remembering my big talk to Master twisted my gut.
'Gotta fix this somehow.'
Not much cash on hand.
Just 18 coppers left after blowing it everywhere.
No bandwidth to fret over the runaway slave.
After that, I holed up in the workshop, stewing in pointless worry until food bottomed out. Back to potato hell.
No income hit like lightning—instant beggar mode.
Fed up, I dragged myself to the tavern to lean on Kallisa's pussy again, but...
"Closed for business...?"
Just a grim temporary closure sign. No Kallisa.
Maybe our affair got exposed after I stopped showing up.
Master still AWOL, no clue where...
This really drove home how alone I was in another world.
Me against it all.
No one to lean on.
Chewing potatoes, I even regretted not selling Rona.
Hunger was shredding my sanity.
I finally grabbed the workshop knife and rope, headed for the city outskirts.
To snag otherworlders and sell 'em.
One big score before starving to death—that was the plan.
"Hey, stay outta here."
"We got dibs."
"Spot's ours. Spot!"
Ughhh...
Heard the Isil outskirts were prime hunting ground.
But trainers in the same boat had already staked claims, flexing hard.
Otherworlders too, probably?
Unfamiliar outfits, gear...
Me with just a lone knife? No shot.
"Haa... haa..."
Wandering aimlessly until I lost track of where I even was...
...Exhausted.
Better to have sold Rona and ignored my destiny than starve again...?
No take-backs.
Starving, parched.
Water back at the workshop—time to head home...
"Uung... uuung."
...What was that?
I heard a weird noise from the bushes and crept forward slowly until something came into view.
Peach-like...
ass.
Some woman curled up tight, squatting.
"Hey."
No answer.
Otherworlder jackpot?!
I scanned around reflexively, confirmed no one, then eased closer.
"Umuung. Umuuung."
...She wasn't nuts, was she?
Kept mumbling like sleep-talk. Creepy as hell.
Up close, a red mushroom rolled in front of her, clear bite marks.
Mushroom...
Ate a roadside shroom...?
This one's toast...
"Otherworlder get!"
I pounced right away.
"Ubuuuuum!?"
Kidnapped a roadside-mushroomed-out woman!
Slung her over my shoulder, bolted back to the workshop!
"Hehehe. Hehihik!"
"What's with that guy...?"
"Looks insane..."
Touch my slave and die!
My money. My money!
Back at the workshop, I dumped her on the bed.
Plopped in a chair, chugged water—felt half-alive.
Good...
Sell this one, kill the fire.
I eyed the woman sprawled across the bed.
"..."
...She's pretty?
Worried a mumbling mushroom psycho had zero merch value, but...
This was bad.
Never seen top-tier at Magneta Center, but
bet she'd fetch S-rank easy.
History'd note "incapacitated by poisonous mushroom," so maybe not full S...
But those massive tits, killer figure.
Ass...
Squish squish.
Rock solid. Taut bounce—like she worked out hard.
White hair, fluffy cat ears poking up top.
Squuuish.
"Uung..."
Age about mine?
Didn't see slave-jacking succeeding like this...
One issue.
Can't sell her...
Fuck, can't sell!
"Uwaaaak!!"
I screamed like a maniac, sprinting laps around the workshop.
"I'm the guy who can't sell women!"
Too damn precious—how?
Why'd it have to be a hottie?
The kind I wouldn't regret selling... wait, no—then no cash?
Stuck in life's worst dilemma.
"...Gonna inspect the goods first."
Stripped the passed-out girl.
Clean sweep, no undies spared.
Jade-white flawless skin. Dove right in, slurping pink nipples while kneading those tits.
Hand-spilling size... perfection.
Peeked passively at the straight slit under sparse pubes.
Spread legs gently, face inches from pussy, studied calm.
- This woman's a virgin.
...Nice. Virgin.
Value skyrockets.
Even asshole cute... zero flaws.
Instinct kicked in—mouth to pussy.
"Churu rup."
Face buried bowl-deep, sucked like mad.
Mind settled.
Hands out, tits kneaded to heart's content.
Situation same shitshow, but mood golden.
Tied the cat-eared girl tight so no bolt if she woke—then brooded.
Sell: 50+ gold, guaranteed.
Train: priceless.
Raw gem staring me down, identity crisis between trainer-me and MILF Hunter destiny-me raging hard.
Night passed. Girl's eyes fluttered open.
"Uwat."
Jumped seeing me.
Then clocked her naked self—huge mammaries included—bound tight. Squirmed all embarrassed.
"Can't untie solo."
"Where's this? Who're you?"
"World unlike yours. Different city. Here, otherworlders all slaves.
Geum Taeyang."
"Uuuu..."
Cheeks burned red—too ashamed of her state.
"Why tie me up like this... so embarrassing..."
...Kinda soft vibe.
Braced for Rona-level fightback. Deflated.
"Evil trainer who breaks and sells slaves."
"For real?"
"But legit pondering quitting."
"Quit that crap! Uuu. Squeezing weird. Untie..."
"Untie you, I starve dead. Shit’s dire."
"..."
"Huhuuk."
Flopped on table, drowned in woe.
"...Don't truss someone up all embarrassed then mope solo!"
"Elizabeth... hehe..."
"Nooo! Don't lose it! If cracking, untie me first!"
This world's brutality was turning me into whiny baby Geum Taeyang.
"Yeah. Made up my mind. Market for you, meat for me."
"Hiek! Nooo. Uncle, snap to!"
"Ages match, uncle? Die?"
"Don't wanna get sold!"
"Me neither!"
Pounce already?
"Hueeng. Kren-nim."
Suddenly bawling some name.
"...What's your name?"
"Cecilia... sniff."
Tears dripping on tits. Epic.
No can do. Energy spent—brain stalled.
...Eat what first?
"Potato?"
"...Uung. Untie."
"No running?"
"If oppa no funny business."
Untied anyway.
Slave this, slave that—no brainpower left.
Just lost lamb and shroom-knocked fool here.
We sat across the table.
"I... lost my party..."
"Yeah?"
"Kren-nim's looking for me."
"Yeah..."
Soul-dead yeahs.
"Eat."
"Ung..."
World's saddest meal—boiled potatoes splayed on plate—about to commence when...
"...What the hell are you doing?"
Master threw open the door.