Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: The Answer is Married Woman's Pussy - 2
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"Master!!"
I clung to my master like he was a savior who had just descended from the heavens.
"Don't stick to me!"
"Please scold your worthless disciple!"
"I heard the story. A slave ran away?"
"Yes..."
"In the time I haven't seen you, your family has grown."
Cecilia perked up her cat ears.
"I picked her up on the outskirts of Isil."
"Picked her up? A top-quality girl like that?"
"She was passed out after eating some wild mushrooms by the roadside..."
"..."
My master eyed me suspiciously.
It felt similar to when I spilled the story about banging Verdia...
Honestly, even if I were Bior, I'd find this situation absurd.
"You're still the same guy with insanely good luck."
"Haha."
"She looks way more valuable than the runaway slave. Why haven't you even tied her up, let alone trained her?"
"Well..."
In the end, I confessed everything to my master.
"You don't want to sell the women you train?"
"Yes."
"You're talking like someone who's had too much."
"I'm sorry, Master..."
Just the fact that I'd betrayed his expectations made my heart heavy. I couldn't lift my head.
A heavy silence hung in the air.
Cecilia, gauging the mood, spoke up in a bright voice.
"Um... anyway, this big brother here saved me, right? Thank you..."
What the hell was she saying all of a sudden?
Didn't she hear our conversation?
"Can I stay here until I find my party?"
"..."
"..."
My master and I exchanged silent glances.
"...You really reeled in a sucker."
"...Yes. That's exactly what I was thinking."
"Sucker?!"
Cecilia's eyes welled up with tears, shocked.
"I just said thanks to the guy who untied me and gave me food..."
"I was the one who tied you up. And this isn't food—it's dog chow."
"Being alive is what matters!"
She was remarkably optimistic.
Thanks to her, even I started feeling like the situation wasn't that serious.
Was this the power of positivity?
"What are you going to do now? You botched the landowner's request and gained an extra mouth to feed..."
"I can fight pretty well myself!"
Cecilia shot her hand up.
"Let me stay until I find my comrades, and I'll earn money!"
"A rookie like you?"
"..."
"Even a girl like her is trying to pull her weight. Are you just going to give up?"
"I've just taken a wrong turn."
"A wrong turn?"
I closed my eyes thoughtfully.
The repeated slips, the opportunities lost to impatience.
Now I could see what my overzealousness had blinded me to before.
"Master, you saw this coming, didn't you?"
"Why do you think that?"
"You would've figured out my tendencies long ago. You leaving during training was suspicious, and letting me handle everything alone feels unnatural in hindsight."
"Don't speculate. How could I predict a slave would run away?"
"...Ugh."
"But I did leave you alone so you'd realize the contradictions yourself. I thought if you overcame this hurdle and became a trainer, that'd be great."
"Master..."
I... failed to live up to his expectations.
"Lift your head."
"Master?"
"There are countless trainers in Isil. The famous ones are loved by clients because they stick to their unique convictions."
"Unique convictions..."
"I thought teaching you the techniques I've honed over decades was doomed from the start. Training is about accumulating subjectivity. Every trainer has different ideas of what's 'right.' You need to find your own."
"That's why I planned all this."
"Planned? What do you mean?"
"This request itself was a setup job between Condel and me."
"A setup job?"
"Sit down beside her."
"Yes, sir!"
Bior sat next to Cecilia and let out a deep breath.
"If a master can't teach anything, what's the point? Helping a disciple grow in the best environment possible, finding a path that suits their aptitude—that's the job."
"My aptitude..."
"That insane cock-thrusting of yours."
...Hearing it from someone else made it a bit embarrassing.
"What do you mean by 'planned'? Was everything staged from the start? Was Rona an actress you prepared too?"
"What am I, a movie director?"
It didn't seem like that broad a scheme.
But before I could feel disappointed, my master's next words hit my biggest interest spot-on.
"Belita Grace. Have you met her?"
"Yes!"
That insanely fuckable blonde big-tits MILF...
No way you'd forget her after one look.
"That couple has a problem only you can solve."
"Sexless marriage?"
"Condel's been suffering. It's been over five years. I've been listening to his woes the whole time. His wife insists on cowgirl and always puts herself first, making it tough for him."
"..."
Gulp.
Unless they were true close friends, he couldn't have confided something like that... the secret of their marital sex life.
Just hearing it felt like plunging my hand into their deepest intimacy. My heart raced.
"Dissatisfied with her husband's small size, Belita would scold him every night. She has a raging libido, but he couldn't satisfy it, so resentment built up. Then erectile dysfunction set in, and he couldn't get it up anymore..."
"A vicious cycle."
"Do you get why I'm telling you this?"
"You wanted to introduce me to Condel?"
My master nodded.
"The idea of using their relationship came recently. Once I knew your specialty, how could I stay quiet?"
I was already on the verge of bursting into laughter.
My specialty? No need to ask.
Brutal mating press to corrupt the pussy of a ripe-bodied MILF who can't control herself!
My master had designed the board just for me.
"So you told your friend? About a slave with a wondrous cock."
"It's not that simple. You can't approach it carelessly. Just whispering about a slave good at sex would've trashed our entire friendship."
"Ah..."
Yeah, that makes sense.
I'd cut ties too if a friend suggested handing my wife to another man.
That wouldn't even be a friend.
People like Batino who think it's fine to give their wife to another are extremely rare.
From that angle, my master must've agonized over how to slip me into the landowner's mouth...
"I started from the basics. Let him know I had a disciple, hyped you up, laid the groundwork."
"Bait for a natural meeting."
"Exactly. Around then, Condel was struggling with his wife and apparently sought other women. ED is a mind thing—nothing cures it like a virgin."
"..."
This was...
The detailed process leading to that virgin-training slave request.
My master's design.
"I tempted Condel to entrust virgin-training slaves to my disciple. If it went well, great. If not, I could still introduce you naturally."
"You're a strategist, Master!"
"As long as you didn't suddenly demand to show off your slave's fellatio."
"Yes. So I did."
"I told him your cock was that big, but he wouldn't believe it. No human could be bigger than an orc... He must've been shocked seeing it himself."
"Hahaha."
So there was that backstory behind Condel's stunned face when he saw my dick.
Pretty amusing.
"That's the full story of the setup job."
"But you couldn't predict the outcome."
Rona wasn't an actress.
Honestly, that was my wishful thinking projected strongly.
My fantasy that nothing had gone wrong.
"In the end, Condel couldn't take his wife's back-baring anymore and came begging me himself. Seems he wants to gift her the prince cock slave she's always craved. No need to guess who he specified."
"Yes!"
That night I foolishly screwed up, Condel must've endured all sorts of abuse from his wife and finally despaired about their marriage.
In self-abandonment, he chose the ultimate way to satisfy her.
If someone had egged him on, he never would've decided that.
My master had guided the prey precisely where he wanted without it noticing,
And I was the hunting dog ready to tear into it...
"This is the real request, rookie. Becoming a specialist means cutting away all the excess."
"..."
"Solve this, and you'll make a name as a trainer who breaks in other men's women! No going back to being ordinary."
"That's what I want."
The answer is a married woman's pussy!
Grrr...
"I'm hungry..."
Cecilia groaned, clutching her empty stomach.
"...Let's eat something first."
"Yes!"
I took money from my master and bought some meat.
"Meat! Meat!"
Despite my doubts, Cecilia had guarded the house while I was gone.
"You really planning to stick around?"
"Can't I...?"
"No, it's not that you can't..."
Fine. Whatever.
Why chase away someone who won't leave?
Better to hold on tight!
In the chaos of too many things happening at once, I'd given up thinking whether she was my slave or not, or if I was a kidnapper.
What's the reason to let go of such a pretty-smiling, big-titted virgin?
Once I sorted out food and shelter, I wanted to tangle up for three days and nights in sloppy sex.
Those cat ears... are they real?
"I'm starving, so let's eat the meat quick, big brother!"
"Got it."
I'll keep her.
Like emergency rations, better to carry her close.
"Hahu hahu. So good~!"
"...She's really worry-free."
My master was impressed by Cecilia's character too.
"I worry a lot. Gotta meet up with Hehejin and Dahi!"
Cecilia mumbled around a mouthful of meat.
"Finish eating first. Then talk."
"Yes, ack uncle."
I was already inhaling it storm-style, no room to speak.
"Rookie. I have no money left even for myself now. With an extra mouth, our lives hang on this job. Remember that."
"Don't worry, Master."
I'm not the old me.
Against married women, I'm invincible.
With the board set, all that's left is to charge ahead!
"I'll show you what monster you've created."
"Belita's no easy woman."
The monologue said as much.
Not an easy woman.
"That's why I'm recharging energy."
I kept shoving meat into my mouth.
Who would've thought I'd return to the Grace estate after that mess?
Life's full of surprises.
Thanks to my master's arrangements, I stepped into Condel's garden again.
"Trainer, this way..."
The maid guided me to the guest room and left without a word.
What gives?
Soon Condel burst in, sweating profusely.
"Trainer. I've been waiting."
"Good to see you again."
"The details..."
Condel hesitated, sighing with a troubled expression.
No husband wants sanctioned adultery.
Belita had a bit of a personality, but she was incredibly alluring.
Considering how extreme the request he was about to make was, I could understand his state.
"You don't have to say it."
One wrong word mocking his wife like with Batino, and I'd be out.
I had to play the polite, gentlemanly trainer my master described.
At least in front of the husband.
"I heard from my master. Your wife seems to despise otherworlders quite a bit. You sure about me?"
"It's something my wife's wanted for ages... Embarrassing, but my equipment's small—she says she doesn't feel a thing..."
"Must've been tough."
"But it's not really like that, is it? Belita has this huge fantasy about size."
"Pardon?"
What was this sudden topic?
"I mean... Don't men and women both have that misconception? That bigger is always better... Even though it's not true."
...What was he getting at?
Thinking it over, I figured out why the husband was saying this.
"Ah! Right. Compatibility matters more than size."
"Would I, of sound mind, request something vulgar like 'make my wife feel it'... She has a child too!"
I felt blood rushing to my cock.
"Belita's obsessed with cock size. I called you to shatter that fantasy the rough way."
"A request to restore family harmony."
Condel nodded with a relieved smile, thrilled I'd interpreted it his way.
"Yes, exactly! All this is to reclaim our happy home..."
My full-erect 11-inch cock fit his scenario perfectly.
Once Belita slept with me and found it not that great—just painful—she'd appreciate him again, he believed.
"Leave it to me. Even to make up for my previous mistake, I'll do my best."
Condel fidgeted.
"Um, trainer..."
"Yes?"
"Don't... try too hard."
"Haha."
I patted Condel's shoulder reassuringly.
"Don't worry. I get what you mean. Leave the rest to the professional."
Is there a word that reassures like "professional"?
People always want to entrust issues to experts who understand them.
Doesn't matter if it's modern world or this one.
The heartless trainer act was a mask,
But as MILF Hunter, I was the true protagonist of this world.
"Yes, trainer...!"
"Where's your wife?"
"Next room over..."
"Relax and get some sleep. When you wake, she'll be making breakfast for you."
"Yes...!"
I saw Condel off in the hall and knocked on the next door.