Breeding Uncle, Meeting My First Love
The cave I was in wasn't far from the village. It was close enough that I came here often. If shit hit the fan, I could bolt back to town for healing and resupply, or have the guards handle any goblins chasing me. It was useful in all sorts of ways.
Maybe I was just too much of a coward by nature. Was it because I'd died once? Or because I was a modern guy?
To me, heading out from the guild on a casual stroll to some unsupported backwater crawling with unknown monsters felt way too unstable.
Especially when guys who'd been walking and talking fine the day before came back as corpses. That really locked in my low-risk, low-return mindset.
"Heave-ho. Alright, time to head home, everyone..."
Walking out of the cave with the dragon girl stuck tight to my side, I paused and started rummaging through the half-torn goblin corpses.
The bodies were a mess. These goblins that had holed up in the cave this time must've been either dumb or extra violent—three women's bellies were all ripped open.
Half their guts were missing, probably due to food shortages. Long ropes of small intestines and stomachs dangled out.
Liver, lungs, heart—all eaten. Maybe scattered in those chunks on the floor. But I wasn't about to hunt for them.
Oh. I know this face. Fuck. My stomach started churning again.
That's why quests around this cave were shunned by everyone but me.
My usual gig was "Goblin Subjugation and Missing Persons Search/Recovery." Goblin sightings or missing people—I handled searches and retrievals nearby.
Mostly retrievals, not rescues. By the time someone noticed, reported, and I got there? Days later.
In that time, victims got fucked and—if lucky—impregnated. Usually, they were just dead.
Not deep in the forest, but around the village where food was scarce, goblins got hungry and vicious. They didn't keep women alive just for sex. Most victims turned up dead.
Humans stored animals and veggies in warehouses, but folks coming and going for work made prime goblin prey.
The tavern girl I used to visit often lay here too, legs splayed wide in a gruesome death.
Ellen, was it? She'd hook me up with extras sometimes. No more of that.
I grabbed my pounding head, pulled out a cloth, and started wiping the cum from dead Ellen's pussy.
Whatever they'd shoved in there, it was half-torn and clotted with blood—not too hard to clean.
Letting her get buried with the rape traces intact? That'd be a raw deal.
I closed her shocked eyes, shut her screaming mouth. Arms straight, legs together.
Now I gave her sleeping face a faint smile.
"Young man, is there a reason for that? She's already dead."
"It's a mourning ritual."
"What's mourning?"
"Comforting the dead."
"Why?"
I turned to the woman staring at me curiously from a step away.
"She's already dead, isn't she?"
"I knew her. Got a problem with me mourning?"
"Don't creatures die all the time? Why doll up a corpse that's already gone? That's what I'm wondering, young man."
Honestly, she had a point. No one noticed or cared. This world had short lifespans and high birth rates. Families popped out kids by the handful; half died, but enough survived to carry on.
Still, I couldn't stop. If I went numb to this shit, hardened up and stopped caring—could I still call myself me? I was still a modern guy. For now.
"If I don't do this, I might break. Seeing this crap daily, especially with people I know—if I don't do something, I'll go mad."
"And you get something good out of it?"
"Nope. If their souls are watching, maybe they'd appreciate it. Someone remembering, spending time and emotion on their death. Feels good to get attention when you're alive, right?"
"Mourning. Mourning. Interesting term. So why not mourn the others?"
"Don't know 'em. Can't spend effort and heart on every dying soul out there."
I grabbed clean cloth from the cart by the cave entrance, wrapped her in white, and sealed it neat. Didn't haul the rest back for pay, but at least shrouded them.
She tilted her head, asking again.
"So what's the criteria? Would you mourn me if I died?"
"Nah."
"Why not?!"
I started loading the wrapped bodies onto the cart. That eerie lightness despite the bulk. Stiffened joints. All too familiar. If they didn't pay, fuck this.
But it was the safest gig I had.
Fuck, already pissed from a shitty day, and now this? What the hell.
"Don't even know your name. Why mourn you?"
"I'm Seibul! Now can you?"
"No?"
"Doesn't make sense! Why?!"
Seibul puffed her cheeks like a sulking kid, glaring at me.
"Is mourning that hard...? Can't you just do it?"
The more she begged desperately, the less I wanted to. She was a damn strong dragon or whatever—why crave mourning from a guy like me?
"Look, it's just... Bah, forget it. Do whatever, I don't care! Ignore me!!!"
"Seibul... ma'am. No friends? Family? Get that from them—"
Seibul stared sadly at the ground. Oh shit. Was that a quiver? Did I just step on a landmine?
"Ah, wait, sorry."
"...I have friends."
I finished loading the last bodies. Three of 'em—knew one, felt off, but payday.
"Don't you, Ye-jun?"
"It's Ye-jun, not Ye-i-jun. And I never told you my name—"
"Yee-jun! Friends, right?"
She looked up with sparkling eyes. Lmao, lonely orphan dragon. Way stronger than me, but so pathetic and cute.
"Hah... Yeah. Friends it is."
I grabbed the cart handle and slowly pulled toward the village.
Seibul followed. Orphan, huh? Nowhere to go?
"That thing about spending the day together—was that serious?"
"Of course! Nowhere to go, nothing to do. Hearing your life stories would kill time nicely."
"Nothing special. Earn money. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Boring."
"Hmph, really? Just looking around is fun for me."
"That so."
No more to say. We reached the Village Guild in silence. I kicked the door open.
Folks stared, faces twisting. Corpse stink alone was bad; covered in goblin guts, blood, shit—we looked rough. Probably wanted us gone ASAP.
"Ye-jun, didn't I tell you to wash up? You come in covered in blood like this every time—don't you feel people avoiding you?"
The receptionist sighed, glaring. One of the few who treated me decent. Maybe 'cause I took the dirty jobs. Better than our first meeting—usually ended at snark. Good days, even chit-chat.
Not today.
"Brought Ellen's body. The Ellen you know. Can't leave her outside my inn while I wash."
She glanced at the corpse-laden cart, grimaced, pulled papers, and scribbled.
"Stupid bitch, always ignoring warnings to wander. Should've stuck to daytime errands... Sigh. Ye-jun, know any of the other bodies?"
"Nope. First time seeing 'em. Her friends maybe."
"Figured you wouldn't. Here."
Goblin subjugation fee, three bodies, Ellen's missing person reward. One silver, some coppers. Chump change.
"Even less than last time."
"Hardly any goblins. Complaints? Clear the nest that's been plaguing us for years. Can't pay more without that."
"..."
"Out. You know I can't up the pay. Vent elsewhere."
"Worth asking. Thanks."
"And Ye-jun, next time you dirty the floor like this, deduct from reward. Yell outside—cleaning up after you sucks."
I pocketed the pitiful coins and headed out.
"Humans don't use gold?"
"Wish I could touch some."
To earn one gold? Over a year of grinding, skimping on food—black bread only. Gear repairs and heals extra.
Maybe touch one in my lifetime. Save two years? Still broke.
"You got money?"
"None!"
Figured. Nothing, knew nothing.
I turned, grabbed her shoulder. Seibul squirmed like startled—but if she hated it, she'd shake me off. Strong girl.
"Got a place to go?"
"Mm! Plenty."
"Not the street."
"Your inn!"
Hah... High-maintenance.
"Seibul ma'am, you're a woman, right?"
"Yes! So?"
This whole setup was off. Way too much.
With my skills, strangers—man, woman, kid—should hate me on sight. Absolute disgust, no bypassing it with effort. But Seibul acted like old pals.
"Why so defenseless? I don't gross you out? What're you thinking, acting like this—aren't I scary or gross—"
"Quiet!"
Seibul tiptoed suddenly, pressing a finger to my lips.
"Ugh, young man. Think I'm some mortal? I'm a dragon. Don't you meet human beauty standards? I don't care about that. And more than that—"
She poked my chest. Why the protruding man-tit from my gut, not center?
"Young man, your energy's pure. To me, you're a good one."
"What cult bullshit."
"Hmph, people once worshipped dragons as gods! Heard it from my dead parents. So, young man! Pseudo-god speaking—believe me! Your energy's clear, pure! Differs from other humans."
She tiptoed higher, struggling, grabbed my neck, pulled my head down. Whispered in my ear.
"You're the first facing a dragon with such lewd thoughts. Not fear—lust. So intriguing."
Lewd... thoughts? Eyes drop.
She looked 50cm shorter. My bulk played in, but had to crane down hard.
There—tits. F? G? Huge on that tiny frame. Pale skin, deep cleavage. Fucking hot—
"See! Lust at first sight! Even knowing I'm a dragon!!! Aren't you scared? What're you thinking?!"
She grinned wider. Happy I was horny for her? Amused?
My huge frame flushed unfitly—or suited this pig body?
"Uh, w-well, s-sorry."
"Why apologize?"
"Huh?"
She thrust her chest forward proudly.
"I'm fine! Lust means you find me beautiful, like me, right?"
"Really... okay?"
"What, need to touch to believe?"
"Y-Yesyesyes!!!!"
What? Can touch her tits? No missing this. Hand out, grabbed Seibul's breast hard.
Under robe, black dress from some party? Her full tits squished under my thick, rough fingers, mashed and spilling.
Pretty round orbs moments ago deformed between my digits.
"Eh, hiiiiiik?! Ueh, uh♥ ah♥, aaahhhn?!♥♥"
I shoved past V-neck roughly into her clothes. Bare tits hot, pink nipples hard like begging play. Her heart pounded in my grip.
"Seibul ma'am, cute nipples too."
"I-Is that♥ so? Means ugly elsewhere?"
"Don't overthink. Just my impression."
Glanced around. Right—still guild front.
"Seibul ma'am."
"Uhheong♥?"
"Follow me to my inn. Can't do this where people see."
Said that, but didn't let go. Did she feel this addictive touching me? Craved her. Scared she'd bail.
My grip tightened unconsciously. Her tit kneaded like dough, folding and bouncing.
"Hiiik?! Ugooook♥ Y-Young man♥ N-Nipple, stop a sec— ughiiiik♥♥"
Thumb and finger pinched her nipple, rubbed gently.
Nail tips soft, then thumb grind and twist, scrape or flick now and then—teased max.
Her body trembled. I knew her edge somehow.
Building. Face flushing, breaths ragged, uncontrolled. Now.
Perfect rub and twist—then yanked hand off.
"Must've misheard. Say it again, Seibul ma'am?"
Choo Ye-jun grinned wide. Skills made it sleazy, villainous—folks passing guild spat curses at the nipple show.
"Sigh, knew that pig Choo Ye-jun would pull this after fake-nicing. Toying with some poor girl..."
"Hood up too. Mountain sex slave?"
"Bum like him? Nah. Kidnapped some poor soul."
"But her face..."
Seibul ignored stares.
Only the man groping her wildly. First to want her. First human body heating her insane, then stopping.
Face hot, crotch throbbing. Unlearned, but in heat.
"Ye-jun. Is this love? Head so hot, body shaking...♥"
Flushed, beaming, offering one breast freely—she gazed happiest, defenseless since he saw her. Retriever grin. Wanted to protect.
Fuck, why am I like this?
"Love me now?"
Love sprouts that easy? Met today, names fresh, no talk—just tits.
"...Yeah. Seems so."
Early bird confirmed.
Seibul's hand slid to my ass.
"Inn. Know what we'll do♥"
"...Spending the day together meant this?"
"Who knows♥ Guess, young man. Think I'm cheap slut? Spreading for first guy?"
"Past whatever... you like me? Good enough."
"Heehee~"
She hopped on my corpse-cart.
"Today, grant your wish, Ye-jun! Let's go!"
I yanked the hated cart, sprinting desperately to the inn.
Guess my first love was about to pop my isekai cherry.