Milf Hunter in Another World

“Ugh, ahn….”

As I said, I kept Cecil close and had sex with her until the date changed.

I was counting at first, but I gave up halfway through.

Only the countless condoms scattered around Cecil could tell the story of how intense the sex was.

Even after I pulled out and separated from her, Cecil still had her legs spread wide as if she was still being thrust into, catching her breath in excitement.

“It’s about time to go.”

I feel the dawn air in the room filled with the thick scent of sex.

I drink water, covered in sweat, and turn to Cecil.

“Cecil, I’m going out for a bit.”

Cecil still looked like she was wandering in a blissful dream.

While I’m away….

Cecil has to protect the workshop alone.

I hope she never cries again, thinking she’s useless.

I want her to greet me with a smile when I return.

That’s why, even though we had so much sex, I never ejaculated inside her.

‘I irresponsibly cum inside other women’s pussies all the time….’

I have a strong desire to cherish Cecil.

It might not be the right thing to say after going through dozens of condoms in one night, but….

Anyway, I hope she won’t be lonely anymore.

“I’ll be back before nightfall tomorrow.”

I leave the workshop.

Before the sun rises, I wash myself at the bathhouse and head to the meeting place.

Cren is already waiting in front of the guild.

“Taeyang.”

“Hey.”

Cren smiles faintly and turns his head.

He must be feeling complicated thinking about what we have to do today.

As much as he trusts the twin sisters.

“Is Cecil… doing well?”

My dick reacts at the mention of Cecil’s name.

I was just thrusting Cecil’s pussy and monopolizing her cuteness….

I feel sorry for Cren, who’s a step too late.

“I put her to sleep. Don’t worry.”

“Is she healthy?”

Ha, he’s being annoying.

“She’s healthy enough to beg for more….”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“She’s healthy enough to beg for food.”

“Is… is that so?”

Cren’s facial muscles twitch.

Did he imagine something bad?

I want to show him how much Cecil loves my dick, but….

‘Not yet.’

Cecil’s training isn’t complete.

And no one knows if my relationship with Cren will remain amicable after today’s events.

“Taeyang, as promised, when it’s over, Cecil….”

“Yeah, I’ll send her back.”

I say something I don’t mean.

“Cecil herself wants to go back. Cren, it’s probably because of you.”

“…Cecil.”

“I believe now. That you, at least, are innocent.”

“It’s not just me. There must be some misunderstanding. Let’s get to the bottom of it today, Taeyang.”

“Sure.”

Misunderstanding my ass.

I’ll make them confess everything with repentant dick thrusts.

Sona, who hates people being late, shows up at the meeting place last.

“Ah, this is annoying. I got mud on my new shoes.”

She’s fuming, as if she stepped in a puddle on the way here.

“What are you doing? Let’s go, Cren.”

“Okay.”

I thought the leader would say something, but he just lets it go.

It would be awkward for me to point it out now.

‘She’s a malicious spoiled brat….’

How much has she lived her life as she pleased, relying on her pretty face?

At least her sister seems a bit apologetic, but Sona’s head is full of her own problems.

“Here, this is my luggage.”

I receive the backpacks that Sona and Lena hand me.

They’re quite heavy….

“Why did you both bring so much stuff?”

Cren asks.

“Huh? They’re just big, they’re not that heavy. The weather is gloomy today, so I packed some extra clothes.”

“Tha… that’s right….”

“Extra clothes?”

“I packed a lot of underwear too, so don’t open it.”

“Ah, I won’t!”

This is all clothes?

One backpack feels like it weighs about 1 Elizabeth.

Sona smiles at me.

“You can carry this much, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

This weight is nothing to me.

I just find it strange that small and slender female adventurers carry backpacks this heavy.

Or maybe….

‘Has it started?’

Shameless bitches.

I’ll make you regret being pretty.

I leave Isil with Cren’s party.

This is the first time I’ve come this far since searching for slaves to sell quickly.

The endless expanse of grassland makes me feel like I’m drifting on a green ocean.

And something wandering on the grassland….

“As expected, there are many in the early morning. Shells. Prepare for battle.”

‘Shells?’

Sona and Lena stand in front of me and say,

“Porter, step back. You might get hurt.”

I naturally step back.

I took on the role of a porter so I wouldn’t get involved in the fight and cause trouble.

And I had absolutely no idea what I should be fighting in this world.

Now it’s become clear.

“Let’s go!”

What they called ‘shells’ were mindless orcs.

I thought they were people standing blankly in the grassland… but knowing their true identity makes it even creepier.

Their skin is as white as if bleached, their eyes are vacant, and they just stand there with their mouths open, making groaning sounds like zombies.

I can’t feel any free will from them.

Cren called them shells.

The shells became aggressive as soon as we approached.

Cren draws his two-handed sword and effortlessly cuts the charging orc in half.

“Sir Cren! You’re so cool!”

Lena jumps up and down at the sight.

“Lena, focus. They’re coming from the side too!”

“I’ll protect Sis!”

As expected of a party that has been working together for a long time, the three of them quickly and accurately divide their roles.

Cren steps forward to confront the enemies, Sona starts concentrating – it seems like concentration for using magic – and Lena protects the defenseless Sona.

Lena, wielding a needle-like sword that suits her physique, moves nimbly and stabs the shells’ vital points.

‘Master said he was the last orc of the Empire….’

These shells don’t seem to be alive.

But they attack living people, so they can’t be considered dead either.

Looking at other adventurer parties nearby, I realize that cleaning up these ‘shells’ is the main task of adventurers.

They all looked familiar with it, tired, and fed up.

“Heup! Hat!”

Meanwhile, Cren’s prowess stands out.

His strength and stamina are amazing.

He cuts down the shells like vegetables and collects the fragments that come out of their bodies as spoils of war.

After the battle, those spoils are handed over to me, the porter.

“Taeyang, hold onto this.”

“Don’t lose them. They’re our livelihood.”

“I collected eight too.”

They’re not very heavy, but they’re unsettling.

Is it because I’m thinking of Master?

Even though they’re different from living orcs, seeing what used to be orcs being swept away like they’re being cleaned up feels strange.

But that feeling only lasts for a moment.

Just like zombies can’t be considered the same as living people, these shells only resemble orcs in appearance, their actions are no different from zombies.

We focus on hunting for a while, and around sunrise, we decide to set up camp and eat.

“How did we do?”

Sona asks.

“You were amazing. There was no room for me to step in.”

“Of course. We’ve been working together for so long, right, Cren?”

“That’s right….”

Lena glances at me and says,

“But today, I think we fought more comfortably than usual thanks to Mr. Taeyang. Because it’s not heavy to walk anymore….”

“That’s right….”

Cren, this guy, he’s out of it….

If he’s so obvious, how am I supposed to carry out my plan?

“Still, it’s definitely convenient having a reliable porter. It’s better than when Cecilia was here.”

“Cecilia?”

“She was the person who was here before Mr. Taeyang joined.”

“Really? What was she like?”

“…Well, she fought decently, but I guess we didn’t click. Seeing as she left.”

“She left?”

Lena nods.

“Yes, after we crossed the gate… while Sir Cren was looking away for a moment, she disappeared somewhere.”

“Our money disappeared with her at the time, so we thought she might have run away with it.”

“There’s no way Cecil would do that.”

This time, Cren intervenes.

“I’m not saying she did. I’m saying she might have.”

“That’s….”

Cren shuts his mouth.

A comrade who suddenly disappeared without a word, missing money….

Sona and Lena’s suspicions seem reasonable at first glance.

If you don’t know the truth….

“But….”

I open my mouth.

“Still, she’s a former comrade, isn’t it a bit much to suspect her right away?”

“….”

“….”

Sona and Lena don’t argue back.

They know that if they do, the atmosphere will become really strange.

But that look in their eyes….

I’m sure I touched a nerve.

Sona, who was praising me earlier, becomes noticeably cold after this conversation.

“Why aren’t you packing the luggage?”

“I’m doing it right now.”

“You should have finished before we packed up the tent. Don’t you know it’s dangerous if we can’t move quickly?”

“Really?”

Sona crosses her arms and complains, then….

When Cren approaches, her expression changes.

“Haa. I’ll help you.”

“….”

I make eye contact with Cren.

Is he feeling confused by Sona and Lena’s strange behavior, now that he’s aware of it?

It’s definitely clear to me, the person involved.

The sisters’ attitude that says, ‘Get lost, you’re in the way.’

From the afternoon, I become a literal invisible man.

Sona and Lena pretend not to hear me when I call them, and only answer after I call them two or three times.

It’s so natural, as if they planned it beforehand.

They must have a lot of experience doing this.

I’m already annoyed as an undercover inspector, how hard must it have been for Cecil?

By nightfall, I have a mountain of circumstantial evidence.

There just hasn’t been a decisive moment to reveal my identity.

‘Are they being careful because it’s the first day?’

I don’t think they’ve figured out my plan, but they seem to be cautious in case Cren finds out.

I’m confident that if I give it time and wait patiently, they’ll slip up.

The further we get from the city, focusing on hunting shells, the more I can see the cityscape I didn’t know before.

‘It’s like a border.’

Is that the Dragon District next to the Beast District?

It’s separated from other districts by a tall wall.

The districts extending from the Magnetar Center are lined with tall buildings, each with its own unique characteristics.

The Beast District has the Chartreuse castle.

Each of the other districts also has a building that could be called a “Castle.”

Is Ariella somewhere in that castle….

“You’re so relaxed, you even have time to space out?”

Thump.

Sona bumps my arm as she walks past and turns around sharply.

“We’re going to start preparing for the night, so hurry up and help.”

“….”

In the evening, we find a relatively safe place to set up camp and prepare for sleep.

For dinner, we heat up preserved food in empty lunch boxes.

I’m slightly impressed when I see Sona using magic to light a bonfire.

‘A magician is a magician.’

I feel a simple sense of wonder at the fact that magic actually exists.

I’ve already seen her shoot colorless light bullets to defeat shells during battle, but I find it amazing how she casually creates fire in everyday life.

The delicious smell….

Perhaps because I’ve been carrying heavy luggage and walking around for a long time, I’m very hungry.

Cren, who has just finished checking the tent, smiles brightly.

“Shall we eat now?”

“Mr. Taeyang, here you go.”

What’s this?

Suddenly, Sona and Lena approach me kindly.

I thought they would stick close to Cren and openly ignore me, but instead, I’m in a twin harem?

“I was a bit harsh during the day, wasn’t I? I’m sorry.”

“Sona….”

“I get a bit prickly when we’re fighting. It’s not because I dislike you.”

I really don’t understand why they’re acting like this.

Cren is watching us with a pleased smile.

“Taeyang, it must have been hard carrying heavy luggage. We’re not planning on moving anymore today, so you can eat your fill and rest comfortably.”

“Cren….”

Even though it’s unsettling, it feels good to be acknowledged for my hard work.

I take the lunch box that Lena hands me.

“Lena and I prepared this with care. Please enjoy it.”

Prepared with care….

Can you call the effort of heating up instant food in a microwave “care”?

I would acknowledge it if it were ramen….

“Do you… not like it…?”

“No way. Thank you.”

I’m weak to being offered food.

I’ll let it slide for today…. With that in mind, I scoop up the thick soup and put it in my mouth.

Suddenly, I feel nauseous.

The taste… is strange?

Did they put some kind of bad drug in it?

Sona is calmly observing the change in my expression.

“How is it? Delicious?”

Should I spit it out?

Sona and Lena are clinging to my arms, smiling sweetly.

I realize what the thing in my mouth is.

“Ptui.”

I spit it into my hand, and there’s a half-eaten bug, frantically waving its legs as if denying death.

“…Pfft!”

“Mr. Taeyang, are you surprised?”

“What is this?”

The sisters laugh.

This doesn’t seem like a laughing matter, does it?

Seeing my murderous expression, Sona hurriedly stops laughing and says with a giggle,

“It’s a prank. A prank….

We did it because we wanted to get closer.”

“You did it because you wanted to get closer?”

“Yes, it’s a prank to become friends. Don’t be so serious.”

“….”

I look at Cren.

Cren seems clueless about what’s going on.

I suddenly spit something out after eating, so….

“Taeyang? What’s wrong?”

“Cren, it’s nothing. We just played a little prank and changed the taste of the lunch box.”

This is a trap.

If I get angry and make a fuss, they’ll play the victim and try to kick me out.

Blood is thicker than water, after all.

This is clearly not a prank. It’s ‘bullying’.

The same thing must have happened to Cecil….

The same thing happened?

I recall the day Cecil first made breakfast for me.

“Now Oppa and I are friends!”

“I… it was a prank… to become closer….”

Could it be that wasabi bomb….

Did Cecil really believe their claim?

That this kind of thing is a prank to become friends.

So they tried to play the same prank on me….

No, it’s not ‘the same’.

Cecil didn’t put a bug in it.

She put something edible, at least. Cecil isn’t the type to do something she hates to others.

These sisters conspired to make Cecil look like a fool.

As if to say, “It’s a ritual to become friends, can’t you even understand that?”

Because of that mental abuse, Cecil came to believe that she was wrong and the sisters were right.

I clench my fists.

“I’m sorry. Did we… go too far…?”

Sona puts on a moderately apologetic act.

“We didn’t mean to upset you…. You know that, right?”

“…Of course, I know.”

I put the leftover bug in my mouth.

The moment Sona bursts into laughter at the sight….

I spit the roughly chewed bug remnants all over Sona’s face.

“Ptui!”

“Kyaaak!”