Milf Hunter in Another World

I somehow managed to survive.

I couldn’t die without even touching Ariella’s tits.

“Always be prepared for the day this life ends, and give your all to cheating sex in every moment”…

Thinking back now, it was pure arrogance.

I wanted to continue this life of fucking MILF pussies so badly that I went to confirm a relationship that was already over, and got stabbed in the process.

I acted like I could walk away without any regrets once the sentence of “it’s over” was handed down.

Disgusting bravado. I feel so pathetic that I could cry.

But when that bravado shattered, I faced the truth within myself.

“Sex!”

“Sex!”

I get up, chanting “sex.”

I’m not destined to die a lonely death in a place like this. If I die, my heart will stop, and if my heart stops, the blood that makes my dick hard won’t flow.

If that happens, the over a hundred MILFs waiting for me in Korea will create a river with their tears!

A symphony of wailing!

It hurts so much, I feel like I’m going to lose consciousness.

“Ugh…”

Don’t remind me!

I’m putting all my effort into this…

I hate my brain for expecting a convenient cheat development where the god who brought me to this world comes out and helps me at a time like this.

Unfortunately, the blood I’m shedding is real blood.

This is the first time I’ve bled this much since I got caught by the master for doing 100 pussy punches instead of headbutts on the kendo lady’s pussy.

Who knew the sword hanging on the wall back then was a real sword capable of cutting the moon and splitting the sky, when I thought it was a practice sword?

“Haha…”

I don’t want to die yet.

Looking back, I realize that the castle on the hill is now far away.

I’ve somehow managed to walk to the crowded street, but everyone just glances at me once and walks away without any interest.

“Someone…”

Someone call 911!

People in clothes I’ve never seen before bump into me and walk past.

Is it okay to do this to someone who’s bleeding profusely?

“Tsk tsk. A runaway slave, I guess.”

“He looks decent on the outside, but what did he do to end up like that?”

“He looks bad-tempered, stay away from him.”

“I’m not a slave…”

When you come to this world, you start as a slave.

I’m going to die a lonely death with so many people around?

I feel my strength fading and try to hold on, but I can’t stop my body from tilting.

I’ve lost too much blood…

A feeling of exhaustion spreads throughout my body.

“Get lost, damn it. It’s bad luck to die in front of the workshop.”

“Ugh!”

I get kicked in the side and fall over.

“Cough. Cough.”

“You’re still alive, huh? Die somewhere else!”

An old man…?

A guy who looks like he was strong in his youth is looking down at me with pity.

He has a white beard and white hair, so he seems to be an old man, but his skin is green like weeds…

“Help me…”

“Why should I? What’s in it for me to save you?”

“Just save me first. I’ll do anything.”

Fuck. My tongue is the only thing that’s moving, and I’m begging to be saved.

I deeply realize how valuable the work of paramedics in our world is.

“Looks like you’re a guy who did something to deserve dying.”

“I’m not dead yet… You senile old fart…”

“I’m still healthy. It’s too early to call me an old fart!”

“I’m not dead yet either. Save me.”

“But you’ll die soon. You must have really pissed off a woman.”

“How did you know…”

Is he a psychic?

I grab the old man’s pants leg tightly.

“Let go. I have to sweep the yard.”

“I’ll do anything… Save me… I don’t want to die.”

“There’s no point in saving a D-rank slave who’s injured. You’ll just end up as meat.”

“…”

“Why should I save you when you’ve touched a woman you shouldn’t have?”

‘A woman you shouldn’t have touched.’

“If you inevitably encounter her, be sparing with your words. Don’t look at her carelessly. Don’t approach her carelessly.”

“To touch her again.”

I put strength into my hand and raise my upper body.

“Th, this guy. My pants are ripping!”

“I can’t die… until I touch those tits…!”

My vision goes dark as these are my last words.

The burning pain in my flesh is the only thing that tells me I’m not dead yet.

When I suddenly felt comfortable, I thought I was dead.

‘The scent of a woman.’

It’s not perfume.

It’s the natural scent of flesh that you can only smell from an attractive woman’s body.

When I open my eyes, I see a blonde woman in a navy blue nun’s habit beyond my blurry vision.

“You’re awake. You’ve passed the critical point.”

“Good work. Will one gold coin be enough?”

“Money is fine. It was about saving a person’s life.”

“It’s the money I pay in return for saving that life, so take it.”

“Mr. Bior…”

“Take it.”

“Alright. When the patient wakes up, please tell him to be careful not to open the wound.”

“There’s no such loyalty. I’ll kick this guy out as soon as he comes to his senses.”

I hurriedly close my eyes.

Did that old man save me…?

As soon as I feel relieved, drowsiness washes over me, and I fall into a deep sleep, forgetting the passage of time.

“Ugh…”

As soon as I wake up, I grope my chest.

The wound has healed.

There’s a scar left, but it’s better than being dead.

That old man, he’s a bit of a tsundere. He grumbled like he wouldn’t save me, but in the end, he was a kind person, right?

…I feel my anus clench as I see the dog collar and large dildo lying on the floor.

‘I have to escape!’

The green-skinned old fart, who just came out of another room, sees me hurriedly getting out of bed.

“Why are you making that face? Looking at your savior!”

“I can’t give you my ass!”

“What nonsense. You’re ruining my appetite!”

“Old man, don’t you have that kind of taste?”

“What the hell are you looking at to say that?”

I point to the dildos displayed on one wall and say,

“This.”

“Those are work tools.”

“Work tools?”

“Have you never seen a dildo before?”

“No…”

I’ve seen them often.

Not for my own use, but I see them quite often when I go to the ladies’ rooms.

I also know what kind of dildos are trending these days.

Of course, I’ve never had to use them because no dildo can beat me.

Looking closely, I see not only dildos but all kinds of SM tools lined up. I immediately realize what the old man’s job is.

“Old man, you’re a trainer? At your age…”

Ouch, ouch. It hurts like hell when I move suddenly.

I sit on the bed and groan.

“If you’ve come to your senses, get out! You’re ruining my appetite.”

“Old man. How did you know I got beaten up by a woman?”

“I’m not an old man. Call me Bior.”

“Old man Bior.”

“Tsk.”

Bior sits on a chair, eats something like porridge, and says,

“Judging by your hands, skin, and nutritional status, you’re not someone who ran away from doing hard labor.

And since you got stabbed but didn’t die, it means you received the grace of the Chartreuse family. The lady there has a kind heart.

And most importantly, you reek of woman.”

“Woman smell?”

I don’t remember raising anything like that.

“It’s not a smell you have, but a smell that’s stuck to you.

The smell of a female who has eaten well and seen only good things is deeply embedded in you.”

“You’re sharp? Your workshop is shabby, but your skills are good, old man.”

“If you’ve satisfied your curiosity, get out. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“No. I’m also interested in being a trainer.”

“What?”

“Actually, I heard while I was unconscious. You spent money to treat me.

I can’t leave until I pay you back tenfold.”

“Hahaha!”

Bior bursts into laughter.

“What? Does repaying a favor sound strange?”

“You brat who can’t even grasp your own situation, hahaha! A D-rank slave earning 10 gold? Hahahaha!”

Damn it. My stomach churns.

To be laughed at even after coming back from the dead.

“Don’t you think there’s a reason why the Chartreuse family took me in, even for a short while?”

“Reason my ass. It’s just luck.”

“…If I stayed there because of luck, then I failed because of bad luck.”

“That’s wrong. You failed because of your own fault.”

“How do you know that?”

“I don’t know who you had sex with there, but you just fucked.

You didn’t train the woman.”

“What…?”

“You just enjoyed her pussy, you didn’t tame her.”

I’m angry at being ignored.

But on the other hand, I felt that the old man’s words were hitting the nail on the head, enough to calm my anger.

“Don’t underestimate training. Young otherworlder. Training is like war.”

“Tame a woman? In our world, if you say that, you’d be treated like a crazy person who watches too much porn.”

“In any world, living beings hunt those who are inferior to them and evolve.

How difficult is it to tame and control a member of the same species whose physical abilities and intelligence are not much different from your own? Can those who have never tried it even imagine?”

“So, the problem is that I had sex with all my might?”

Bior laughs as if it’s ridiculous and empties the bowl.

“What would a guy who knows nothing understand even if I taught him?”

“…Master!”

I kneel down.

Since I’ve already knelt once, there’s nothing to lose now.

“What is it?”

“Please teach me. There’s a woman I really want to fuck.”

“I can’t teach you anything, but there’s something I want to hear.”

“Yes?”

“What kind of tits were they that you cried out for before you died?”

I grin.

Ariella’s tits saved me.

He can’t resist a story about world-class tits.

“Shall I tell you a story?”

“Go ahead.”

Since it seems like my identity as an otherworlder is revealed just by breathing, I tell him everything that has happened so far.

Old man Bior, who had finished his meal and was listening quietly to my story, laughed and got annoyed at times.

“How is it, Master?”

“Did you get hit in the head with a sword too?”

“Excuse me?”

“If you’re going to make up a story, at least make it believable! Who would believe such a nonsensical story?”

“Which part is unbelievable?”

“From beginning to end! You were turned on by the sight of Verdia sleeping and fucked her, and she couldn’t even resist properly because she was overwhelmed by your dick, and her husband saw his wife cumming and acknowledged you and decided to let you live?

Come on, do you think I saved you to hear such a seasoned story?”

“No, it’s true…”

Ha, what should I do? I can’t show you.

No, I can show you, right?

“Would you like to see? A glimpse of my talent.”

I put my hand on my waistband.

“You’re the first human I’ve met who wants to brag about his dick size to an Orc.”

“Excuse me? What did you just…”

“Exactly what I said. Have you never seen an Orc before?”

“Ah…”

I’ve never seen one in person, but…

I never thought it would be exactly like the image.

I immediately understood why he had green skin and such a large build despite his advanced age.

“Are Orcs’ dicks that big?”

“They are. But such comparisons are meaningless now. What you see before you is the last Orc of the Empire.”

“Master is?”

How did the Orcs go extinct?

“If you have something you want to show me, hurry up.”

“I’ll show you directly.”

I reveal my proud dick.

A 3-second erection is my specialty.

‘Ariella’s tits. Verdia’s ass…’

Just imagining them makes me fully erect without even touching myself.

“Youth is good.”

“How is it?”

“It’s not a bad dick.”

“Do you finally recognize the super rookie, Geum Taeyang?”

“You idiot. Dick size only detracts from a slave’s market value. It’s not a talent needed for training.”

“…”

I’m discouraged.

I was confident…

“But if what you say is true, it might be helpful. If that bizarre delusion of making a woman who’s having sex for the first time pant with just dick thrusts is true.”

“I’m telling you it’s true.”

“So, how are you planning to fuck that woman named Ariella?”

“After learning the secret training techniques that make women fall head over heels for you from old man…”

“After learning?”

“Once I stick my dick in, wouldn’t she be helpless?”

“Training isn’t a superpower!”

“Hmph.”

“I get that you’re incredibly proud of that dick. But I only believe what I see with my own eyes.”

“I’m not your type…”

“Who said I have that kind of taste! Forget it, you brat. As a D-rank slave, go do some labor like a D-rank slave. You’ll earn enough to eat and live day by day.”

“No, I want to be a trainer.”

“You seem clueless, so let me tell you. Hundreds of otherworlders come to Isil every day.”

“Excuse me?”

Hundreds… hundreds?

Then thousands in ten days, tens of thousands in a hundred days…

Can a single city handle that kind of population?

“Of course, there are few who enter the city in good health. Still, Isil is always overflowing with people. Do you understand what that means?”

“…”

“There are many D-rank slaves like you who dream of climbing the social ladder. If you’re a woman, there’s a way to survive under the protection of a nobleman, but for men, it’s one of two things.

Become a laborer or go to paradise. Even then, most of them starve due to difficult living conditions and end up in paradise.”

“What’s paradise?”

It sounds ominous just hearing about it.

Usually, places called ‘paradise’ are often ironic.

“It means being raised as human livestock under the control of The Female Emperor, just eating, shitting, and sleeping.”

“…”

What the hell is that…

The old man clicked his tongue as he saw me wavering.

“It’s ridiculous for a guy who doesn’t even know what this world is like to act like he’s going to be a trainer.”

“Still, I wasn’t joking.”

I was infinitely serious.

Separated from the place I used to live, with no money or power, I believed that training could be the only ray of light for me, who had nothing but desires as high as the sky.

Because I was always sincere when it came to sex. I believed there was no other way.

“Assuming my delusional story is true, can I become a good trainer by learning training techniques from you, old man?”

“If what you said is true, you could become a trainer who dominates this district with just a few tweaks to the messy parts.”

“How much is that?”

Bam, bam, bam!

Just then, someone pounded on the door as if they were going to break it down.

No, it’s broken!

“Oops, my bad.”

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