The Black-Haired Man Is Doomed
In this other world, the murmurs followed me like a funeral procession.
I was walking toward the inn beside a woman who towered over me even without high heels. Everyone on the street knew exactly who she was—one of the biggest names among adventurers.
“Those little shits sure love to run their mouths! They wouldn’t last a single minute!”
“Hrk!”
“Hah…”
Helga roared in clear irritation at the gossip swirling around us. Her voice was so loud it made the onlookers flinch.
“Don’t pay any attention to those bastards, Kang Seo-ja.”
She clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder—thump, thump—like she was trying to reassure me. It did the exact opposite. Her words offered zero comfort.
Just like the people around us had said, I was already caught in the clutches of this muscle-bound barbarian woman. After waking up in this strange new world, the first person I’d met was Helga. She had helped a clueless guy like me.
I really shouldn’t have accepted that help.
Helga was infamous among adventurers as the barbarian who devoured every man she came across. The reason she’d helped me was painfully simple.
“They say guys with black hair are supposed to be that dangerous, right? Hehehe.”
S-rank adventurer Massacre Helga feared nothing—not even death. Even after learning I was the so-called cursed black-haired man, she licked her lips like I was a delicious cut of meat on the butcher’s block.
And so, like a pig being dragged to the slaughterhouse, I followed her into the inn room.
No matter how you looked at it, surviving a single night with a barbarian who could crush a goblin’s skull bare-handed seemed impossible. My journey in this other world was about to end here.
“Haaang!… Ah… ah! W-wait! Hngh!!”
Or so I thought.
The Helga in front of me now had a face flushed bright red. She was letting out adorable moans, squirting juices everywhere, and her thick thighs were trembling uncontrollably.
“Huh? What the…?”
“J-just… a little slower… Kyaa!”
I was only doing what I’d seen in adult videos—caressing her, touching her in all the right places—and yet Helga was reacting like a pure maiden experiencing it for the very first time.