Breeding Uncle Gets Molested

Blood splattered across my forehead. Thwack. Of course, it wasn't mine. It was the goblin's. These fucking mongrel bastards. They were one of the few things I could hunt without getting myself killed.

I yanked the blade from the goblin's gut in front of me and slowly trudged toward my next target.

Its belly split open, spilling entrails everywhere as it dropped dead on the spot.

No harm in double-tapping the bastard.

With time to spare, I stomped on the head of the one with the sliced gut, bursting it like a melon.

Green brains and shards of skull flew in every direction.

"Starting to feel the fatigue creeping in. Been out hunting too long, huh? What do you think, buddy?"

I turned to glare at the last remaining goblin, trembling at the dead end of the blocked cave.

It was shaking like a leaf.

What a faker.

These trash mobs mimicked only the worst of humanity's malice.

Most monsters were like that, but goblins were extra revolting because they could speak and had intelligence above mere beasts.

They'd rape people, turn them into breeding sacks, slice open bellies to pull out fetuses, then stitch them back up with crude potions, herbs, and needles.

And if they got bored midway, they'd beat or torture their victims to death without a second thought.

"You saw those corpses rotting up front at the cave entrance, right? You know what happens if you touch 'em. You ready to die too?"

"Grrk— ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠keeeek…!"

No answer.

Can't speak, huh?

Whatever.

I cleanly lopped off the head of the one that didn't even resist.

Looking around, I pulled a cloth from my pouch and started wiping down my sword.

The gleaming blade, now free of blood and fat, reflected back the face of a bloated piglet staring at me.

Utterly disgusting.

That was me, Choo Ye-jun.

Estimated weight: at least 120kg.

At least my height and frame ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were decently large. What a pathetic sight. I let out a sigh.

I opened my skill window and stared at the only skills I had.

Fuck.

What a shitty isekai.

Normally, when you get reincarnated into one, don't they at least give you a decent skill or halfway attractive looks?

Hell, even keeping my original appearance would've been fine.

Whoever sent me here clearly wanted me dead quick. Every line of these skills drips with malice.

Even with this crap, I'd done my best to survive.

Suicide was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tempting, but dying might mean no second chances.

Instead of three square meals, I survived on chunks of hard black bread, veggies, and meat from my hunts.

If not for these quests dragging me out, I'd grind hours of cardio and strength training daily.

The result? I got a bit stronger. Just a tiny bit.

Even as muscle piled on, fat kept up, so I stayed obese—just a bulkier, muscle-under-fat young man with an even bigger frame.

Not getting new skills was fatal.

Others gained them by surviving near-death or training; I got nothing.

Even these weak-ass goblins—if they swarmed, I couldn't guarantee survival.

I'd probably die. Against anything else? Dead.

I'd barely escaped death plenty of times. Every day was precarious.

Despairing. Depressing. Just like my skills said, no hope in sight. Had to admit it.

"Still gotta live. Something good might happen if I keep going. Somehow..."

Dragging my exhausted body, smeared in goblin blood and guts, I headed out of the cave. That's when it happened.

Something robed charged at me fast.

Ah, shit.

I'm beat.

What the hell is that? Missed a goblin straggler? I scanned around.

Only escape was the rock-blocked rear or straight into whatever was coming.

If hostile, I'd have to fight as-is. I drew my sword again.

"Hey!!! Don't come closer!!! Stop, stop, stop!!!!! Fuck, freeze and hands up, whatever you are!!!!"

No response.

As I raised the blade to swing—before my eyes could track it, it grabbed my collar.

A brutal low kick to my knee. My eyes followed, but my sluggish body didn't. I staggered, barely regaining balance to back off, but it hurled me against the wall by my collar.

"Urk?!"

"Hey, kid. You wanna get killed?"

A youthful voice. Sounded like a kid, pre-puberty. Human...? No way a child shows up in this goblin shithole. I shook my head.

"Then act like you're alone to fool the next guy."

"Huh?"

A fist slammed into my gut—a liver shot. This psycho won't listen—

"Gaaack!!"

"Pretend you're solo, you clueless fuck. I'm not here, got it? Fuck it up and..."

Its hand suddenly stretched, sharpening into reptile claws that raked the front of my armor. Shredded it clean. My armor. My money. Ow, that hurts.

"Die. So play along."

It slipped into the pile of dead goblins, stacking corpses and guts to hide inside.

Old martial arts wisdom: beware the elderly, kids, and women. Seemed universal here too. What the hell was that? Nothing good came from tangling in sketchy shit like this. Run.

But if it chased and killed me? Who—or what—was it? With combat already a lost cause, that thing hiding behind me might shred me if I bolted. Frustrating. My brow furrowed on its own.

Then a woman strode up casually. She practically glowed. Not just pretty—literally emitting light. Golden blonde hair, snow-white skin, shining plate armor and boots. Her whole body was wrapped in a faint halo.

"Question, citizen. Seen any unusual monsters?"

"Pardon?"

"Tracking a winged one. Can't have gone far."

"Monsters in this cramped cave? Looking for bats or something?"

She marched up and slapped me hard. Blood—iron taste—filled my mouth.

"Stupid and rude. This is why I can't deal with filthy peasants."

Her authoritative, serious face twisted into a grimace, like she'd stepped in shit.

"No, worse. You disabled or something? Why do you look like that? Did your mom get raped by an orc? Hideous."

I ground my teeth. Not the worst insult since isekai, but fat-shaming always got me.

"A holy knight cursing parents?"

"Hah, what pride does a peasant have? Parents were probably farmers, whores, merchants—scum anyway. But you? Straight out of an orc brood sack. Uncanny."

"You've insulted a stranger enough. Can you just leave?"

"Can I? Pleeeease?"

Pain shot through my jaw; I tumbled into goblin guts on the floor. Hated how slow my body was.

"Already pissed, and you talk back? Crazy piglet!"

Her steel boot hammered my plump belly repeatedly. All I could do was wail. Speed, strength—worlds apart. Even if I countered, she was temple-backed. Nobles, priests—retaliate and I'd be labeled heretic, screaming to death.

She smirked, mocking my trembling on the ground, then tossed a silver coin at my feet.

"Not here. Here, orc buddy. Missed my quarry, got angry. Sorry."

Don't take it. She insulted my mom. Me. Trash. Ignore. Don't accept. But... silver. One silver. Weeks of decent inn food. Two weeks' black bread. New clothes. More than goblin quest pay. Since arriving, I'd starved up to two weeks. Hunger drives you mad. Agonizing. Every coin precious. Broke now. Day-to-day. Living costs. Food. Gear. Too much. Couldn't endure anymore. Sorry, Mom. Sold out my pride and picked it up. My fragile ego broke under physical pain long ago.

"Kek, pathetic. Takes the money no matter the insults. Stinks, so don't follow too close. Loser."

She left, mocking to the end. Self-loathing crashed over me. Along with rage, right there—in the goblin-shit cave—I started sobbing.

"Hic— sniff. Fuck... fuck...!!! I didn't ask to be born like this."

A world where average guys die quick, average girls get raped by every monster—unbearable. Missed phones, endless food, boring but honest modern life where effort improved your body. My modern ethics and mentality couldn't hack this hellhole.

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"Two years... I endured like a dog for two years..."

I collapsed face-down, screaming. Beatings, cheated pay, muggings—I'd toughed it out. But today? Couldn't. Maybe because it was a pretty, proper lady, not slum trash.

"Uwaaaaaah!!!!! Keeeeaaaaah!!!!!"

Tears streamed. Cathartic. Scream it out, feel better, survive another day.

"Kid... no need to take that humiliation just to fool her..."

Oh, right. Someone behind. Haha. Just die?

"Kid!!! Suicide over petty shame?! Noble blood or something?"

"Who are you? You just read my mind, right."

The robed figure, stained green with goblin blood, flinched back. I approached, yanked off the hood—a woman. Petite, but curves in all the right places. But that wasn't it. Massive horns on her head. Did I fuck up? Why'd I act tough?

"That... demon race?"

Honorifics slipped out. Don't let guard down. She'd threatened to kill me minutes ago, even if my humiliation show sparked pity. Pretty, unbalanced huge tits, killer figure, alluring black hair, deep red eyes I couldn't stop staring at—

"K-Kid!!! Why the lust when you look at me? And I'm no demon! Dragon race!"

She blushed, squirming.

"Eek, why is the human body so sensitive and emotionally frail?"

Shit, mind-reading. I mentally blasted the national anthem, emptying my head to calm down.

"Oh? What's that song and flowers? Islands, waterfalls! Ooh!!! Vast, sparkling new places!!! Bizarre and wondrous!!!"

She sidled up, linking arms.

"Imaginative kid. No other choice anyway! I'll spend the day with you!"

First time. Warm grip like this—in two isekai years. From a woman. My 30-year-old soul fluttered.

But wait. What'd she say?

"No, what're you seeing to say that, Dra—Dragon sis? Spend the day? Why? Suddenly?"

Goblin guts from her robe smeared deeper onto my clothes. Gotta toss 'em all.

"Need a reason? Besides~ even if you knew, what then? Got options?"

She poked my back with fingers. Those hands. Could morph any second, shredding my back.

"None..."

"Good!" Smack! She slapped my ass.

"Forward! Escort the lady home!"

Slender fingers snuck around my waist. But height difference—she shifted to my ass, squeezing, releasing. Fingers teasing slow. This molestation? Not bad, but why toy with a fatso like me? Name? Age? How'd she get here— Pinch. Hard, painful twist.

"No rude thoughts... why pry a lady's age? Anyway, kid. Your feel's addictively sticky. Fits my hand perfect."

She shoved my back. Teased, I led her out of the cave. Bruises throbbed, but I couldn't stop glancing at her. Giggling, groping my ass. Dragon race, she said. How old? Who? What? But mind-reading. One wrong thought... those hands rip my lower half. Ignoring her clinging arm, I stifled dirty urges and trudged out blindly.