Breeding Uncle Steps Outside
Bang bang bang.
"Hey, pig!"
Bang bang bang bang bang.
"Hey! Open the damn door right now!!"
The innkeeper Phillips was seething with rage. And the cause was none other than Choo Ye-jun.
That creepy fucker. A few years back, he begged me to let him stay since he had nowhere else to crash. So I did, and now this bullshit.
Objectively speaking, Ye-jun was a decent guest. He kept quiet most days and slept like the dead in his room. But the damage he inflicted on the inn was massive.
"What? Rainbow Inn? Hell no. That's where that bastard who hauls corpses around stays."
"That guy who holes up there all the time... gives me the creeps... what if he picks our lock in the middle of the night...!"
He was a rape threat to women and struck fear in men with lovers that their partners might get messed with. Of course, Ye-jun hadn't done any such thing—not even close. Back then, he was too busy to even notice people around him, so there wasn't a single incident.
But business is all about image. And there was zero reason to pick some shady spot out of all the inns available. Phillips's place started getting labeled a filthy dive, and the steady stream of guests from a few years ago dried up—especially female adventurers and mercenaries.
All because of that fucker.
Normally, Phillips swallowed his anger. Ye-jun never stiffed on rent or pulled weird stunts; he just lived quietly. If anything, the real trouble came from the cheap thugs and low-rent mercenaries who crashed there for the bargain rates.
So there was hardly ever a chance to pick a fight. Until now, that is—until he caught Choo Ye-jun screaming his lungs out just minutes ago.
Phillips forced the locked door open with his master key and kicked it wide.
"Hey! You shut your fu—Urk!"
Inside was a man ugly-crying his guts out. And Phillips beheld the filthiest room he'd seen in forty years running the inn.
On the bed covers. The pillows. The floor, table, chairs. Semen splattered everywhere in thick globs. Hell, how the fuck did it get on the ceiling?
Sex itself? No big deal. It was an inn, after all. Whores with clients, lovers, married couples banging away and leaving messes for Phillips to clean—that was routine.
But this? How many loads did this guy bust solo? Jerking off twenty times in a row (honestly, judging by the mess, way more) and trashing the place alone?
"Get the fuck out right now!!!!!!"
"Fuck off and shut up."
"What? The fuck?"
"Yeah, you heard right. Shut your trap and fuck off."
Ye-jun's hollow eyes bored into Phillips with fierce intensity.
"H-Huh?!"
Did that bastard always have this much presence? Naked and surrounded by his own splatter, he should've looked ridiculous. But Phillips hadn't felt this kind of intimidation since facing an A-rank mercenary years ago.
The massive bulk. Those empty eyes promising who-knows-what. The bizarre tattoos that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. For some reason, terror welled up in him.
"Uh, s-sorry about that. Looks like you need some time..."
"I was heading out today anyway. So fuck off. I need time to think."
I grabbed the innkeeper and chucked him out into the hall.
How the hell is this working? My body's... different. Massively different.
Let me sort my head out.
Seibul's dead. I must've inherited some of her dragon power. And what's this?
Congratulations!
You have acquired the hidden job [Breeding Uncle]!
The status window flashing in front of me seemed to mock me outright. So the shitty skills, my fucked-up looks—all because of this?
"I'm... a Breeding Uncle?"
Ridiculous. Were the crime-bait skills in the list trying to tell me this? Ugly as sin, growth blocked, no dreams or hope—so push me toward rape and turn me into this?
Without Seibul, I'd have died none the wiser. I'd kill myself before raping goblins or whatever.
Grind. My teeth gnashed hard.
The god behind the temple's Holy Power. The demon god the devils worship. Gods exist in this world. And the skills I got reek of blatant intent.
Some bastard dragged me here, goading me to live as a monstrous criminal.
Think I'll go full rapist just because life kicked my ass? Fat chance.
I'll seal off even that slim possibility.
"Whoever turned me into this shit—I'll have my revenge."
The paladin bitch who sliced Seibul. The one who spat curses at me when we met. A deep hatred for those religious zealots started boiling inside me.
"First things first: kill that whore."
Figuring out which god fucked me over will take ages. Research, building power to fight back—time sink.
Temple? Noble backers? Fuck 'em all. Playing it safe got me jack shit.
High risk, high reward. I'll do whatever it takes. Means getting strong, like Seibul said.
But the Breeding Uncle skills...
"Every last one is some perverted crap?"
Please select 3 desired skills!
[Libido Maximization]
[Contract with Succubus]
[Endless Stamina]
...and more
I plopped on the floor and spent ages scrolling the skill list.
"Trash, trash, don't need it, too situational, effect's vague..."
Why are all the pickable skills libido or dick-size boosters? Great, more stamina—what then? Can't fight in dungeons or monster dens, no cash, starve to death.
Combat and emergency skills have way too many limits. Especially against men or monsters—barely any guarantees.
Breeding Uncle style was clear: anti-woman specialist. Debuffs and ailments on females, buffs on self to conquer them.
"Limits hit fast like this. I need to win against anyone."
Only fighting women from now on? Bullshit. Men, monsters, golems, undead—who knows.
I'm not gay. No beast-fucker fetish either.
Sure, cross that line, go full degenerate, apply skills to everything—OP as hell. But...
"Fuck no."
My body shuddered.
So I kept hunting. Sorted the best universal ones available.
[Lewd Provocation]
"Kekeke, how are your daughters doing? They've grown so fuckable."
Sexual taunts hit extremely effectively. Target stunned for (1) second on provocation.
CC skill. Seems versatile even on men with lovers/family per example. Sucks on most monsters, but mid-fight stun is gold. Battles often hinge on seconds—1s freeze is huge.
[Effective Gaslighting]
"You tempted me first, bitch? Look at that pussy drooling. If you hated it, you wouldn't feel shit, right?"
All persuasion boosted. On [Vulnerable] mental state, chance for temporary brainwash.
Synergizes great with prior skill. Boosts proc chance and gaslighting potency.
Last one's on hold. For emergencies. No point rushing—all remaining are pure sex specs or too restricted. I'm not hurting for bedroom skills or stats right now.
Urgent need: power. Combat strength.
Decision made. I acquired the two skills.
A cold power settled into my body.
What's missing now? Raw force. Pure martial might.
With growth limit unlocked, Swordsmanship Guild training should work. Keep exercising, honing technique—get strong the orthodox way.
Crack. Drip. Stretch, get dressed.
Man, the room's a total wreck. No wonder the innkeeper flipped.
Gut aches. Seibul... Regrets won't help.
Stay cold. Revenge first, then goals.
I walked to the corner. This room I'd called home for two years.
Rip! I pried off the wall panel and pulled out my life savings.
6 silver. Pathetic pittance. All I'd scraped in two years?
This rotten village. Kill that paladin bitch, then straight to the city.
Washed up, stepped out, geared up haphazardly. Full kit for a two-year goblin hunter vet: helmet, leather armor, bastard sword, small dagger, potions.
Can I kill a paladin with this? No time to wait, though. Who knows how long that bitch'll scour the area farming the already-dead Seibul.
I set off for my final goblin cave run. Not for hunting—for revenge.