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Chapter 29 - Chapter 29: The Answer is ....1

Chapter 29: The Answer is ....1

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Rona was gone?

I hurried back to the guest room and looked around in a panic.

She must have slipped away while Condel and I were distracted…!

What on earth was that girl thinking?

Even if she could run on two legs, her hands were still tied!

I rushed to the window, flung it open, and looked out at the garden. In the distance, I saw a shadowy figure stumbling away.

'I can still catch her if I move now…!'

I turned my head quickly.

"Sh-should I call the soldiers and have them chase her down right now!?" Condel asked, drenched in sweat and clearly shaken.

His panic snapped me back to reality.

Anyway… I was going to sell her, wasn't I?

It was my fault Rona had run away. I should've paid more attention to Master's advice—not to leave a slave unattended.

No… that wasn't the real reason.

The truth was, I didn't want to hand Rona—my woman—over to another man. That selfish hesitation had made her uncertain.

Rona had been obedient until the very end.

After learning that foreigners in this world could only live as slaves, she had quietly accepted the training.

But what did she see on my face before she left?

It was my fault. I was the one who made her run away.

"Trainer!"

"I'm sorry."

I turned away, closed the window, and muttered.

"She must have slipped out while I was in the bathroom."

"You should have kept an eye on her, Trainer!"

"I'll return this."

I held out the pouch of gold coins. Condel's face flushed red with frustration.

"I'm sorry."

"Huuu…"

"What's all this noise?"

…A woman's voice?

My eyes widened as a blonde woman suddenly appeared before us. A stunning, busty milf.

"Y-you…! I thought you were asleep?"

Her shrill voice rattled my bones.

"You brought some lowlife otherworlder into my home without permission? Have you lost your mind?"

Condel turned pale. He'd been caught—trying to buy a sex slave.

I quickly bowed my head, trying to defuse the situation.

"I-it was just an important deal I wanted to finalize…"

"You were buying a slave, weren't you?"

She looked at me as if I were something vile.

Her presence was overwhelming.

The arrogance matched her massive chest, amplified by a tight dress that showed off every curve. Despite her furrowed brows, her beauty remained intact—bright blonde hair flowing down, and crimson eyes that matched her fierce glare.

Those breasts… might even be larger than Verdia's!

Even though I had just lost a 10-gold coin slave and ruined a 20-gold coin job, my heart still pounded when I saw this woman.

She wasn't going to be easy.

And that made it even more exciting.

She was the reason I lived. My destiny!

A milf's pussy!

"Belita, calm down…" Condel pleaded.

"Get this bug out of my sight. Now."

"But…"

"But what?"

Condel couldn't even look her in the eye.

No wonder their son had grown up that way.

Belita reminded me of Ariella in that she hated otherworlders. But their approaches were completely different.

Ariella hid her hatred behind a mask. She only revealed it when she secured victory—when she shot me in the back of the head.

But Belita… didn't hide anything.

She made it clear. She hated otherworlders, discriminated against them, and didn't mind killing them.

"Leeches like you, living off Her Majesty's generosity."

"…"

I had no words.

What could I say to someone this extreme?

Belita crossed her arms beneath her massive chest and turned to Condel.

"What were you thinking? Am I not enough for you?"

"I-I would never think that. I just wanted to try something different, so I thought of getting a service slave…"

"Service? Pfft."

She laughed bitterly, mocking him.

"You like weak little girls who serve men?"

Condel trembled.

"You just need to lie under me. Are you unsatisfied with that?"

"No, I'm not…"

That gave me a glimpse into their sex life.

So even at night, she stayed dominant.

Looking at it from Condel's perspective, being drained daily by a woman like her, it was understandable he'd want a submissive sex slave.

But if it were me… I'd make Belita learn how to serve me.

"Didn't you hear me? I told you to leave."

Ah, screw it.

"Please… give me a chance to make up for my mistake!"

Her icy eyes froze me where I stood.

"Why should I?"

"…"

"There are no second chances for a failure like you. You botched the Magnetar Center's request. You won't be getting your license, and forget about the brand."

Master had warned me—one good result could launch your career, but one mistake could end everything.

And if you pissed off the landlord… it was over.

"This conversation is over."

She turned her back, and I had nothing to say.

Once the slave I came to sell ran away, I had already lost all ground. Anything more would just make me look even more pathetic.

'Was it all just a pipe dream?'

I was kicked out of the Grace mansion.

I returned to the workshop, foolishly hoping Rona might have come back.

But it was empty—only the traces of mouth-pussy training remained.

What now?

I'd failed to sell my slave. I was no longer fit to be a professional trainer.

I had no regrets about leaving that path behind… but quitting meant being downgraded to a D-class slave again. My freedom would vanish, and I'd lose all chances to encounter high-ranking madams like today.

Being a trainer in Isil came with perks beyond imagination.

I wouldn't have met Belita without this job.

Or Ariella. Or Verdia…

I had to stay a trainer if I wanted to keep chasing the milfs I was after.

That's why today's failure hurt so badly.

Part of me felt relief… but the thought of reporting this to Master made my stomach turn.

'I have to do something.'

I didn't have much money left.

After various expenses, I had only 18 copper coins remaining.

I couldn't afford to waste time thinking about the slave who had run away.

I holed up in the workshop, lost in thought. My food ran out quickly, and before I knew it, I was back to eating potatoes.

With no income, I had become a beggar overnight.

Unable to bear it any longer, I went to the tavern to rely on Calissa's pussy again, but….

"Closed…?"

There was only a grim sign that read, "Temporary closure," and no sign of Calissa.

Maybe our affair had been discovered after I stopped visiting.

Master still hadn't returned, and I had no idea where he'd gone.

Now that it had come to this, the reality hit me. I was truly alone in another world.

Alone.

No one to rely on.

I was starving. I started to regret not selling Rona.

It was hard to stay sane when hunger gnawed at me like this.

In the end, I took a knife and a rope from the workshop and headed toward the outskirts of the city.

I was going to catch and sell otherworlders.

The only thought in my head was that I needed to do something—anything—before I starved to death.

"Hey, don't come here."

"We got here first."

"This is our spot! A spot!"

Tch…

I had heard I just needed to reach the outskirts of Isil.

But when I arrived, I found others like me—trainers in similar desperate situations—already staking claims and guarding their territory.

They had to be otherworlders too. Their clothing and gear were clearly foreign.

All I had was a knife. I didn't even have a place to stand.

"Haa… haa…"

I wandered aimlessly, not even sure how far I had gone.

…I was exhausted.

Would it have been better to sell Rona, even if it meant abandoning my destiny? Anything seemed better than starving again.

There was no turning back.

I was hungry and thirsty.

There was water at the workshop. Maybe I should just return.

"Woong… uumung."

…What was that sound?

I heard something strange rustling from a nearby bush and cautiously crept forward.

What I saw first was… peach-like.

Buttocks.

A woman was squatting in a ball, curled up.

"Hey."

I called out, but she didn't respond.

Could she be an otherworlder?

I glanced around. No one else was nearby.

I slowly approached her.

"Umuung. Umuuung."

…Was she insane?

She kept mumbling like someone talking in their sleep. It was eerie.

In front of her lay a red mushroom with clear bite marks.

A mushroom…

She had eaten a mushroom growing on the roadside?

She must have been completely out of it.

"Otherworlder? Gotta catch 'em!"

I pounced.

"Ubuuum!?"

I kidnapped a woman who had been rendered helpless by a mushroom!

Throwing her over my shoulder, I rushed back to the workshop.

"Hehehe. Hehehe!"

"What's wrong with that guy…?"

"He seems nuts…"

Don't touch my slave!

She's my money—my lifeline!

Back at the workshop, I laid her on the bed.

After gulping down water, I felt slightly better.

Alright…

Let's sell this woman and put out the immediate fire first.

I looked at her lying there.

"…"

…She was beautiful.

I worried that, being a mushroom-eating lunatic, she might have no market value.

But this was serious.

Even though I'd never seen a high-ranking slave from the Magnetar Center, she looked like she could fetch an S-rank price.

Though, if her history included "collapsed after eating a roadside mushroom," that might lower her rating…

Still, she had an amazing figure.

Big breasts, great body.

Her ass was—

Squeeze, squeeze.

Firm. Springy, like someone who exercised regularly.

She had white hair and fluffy cat ears on her head.

Squish, squish.

She looked about my age.

I couldn't believe my first slave kidnapping had gone this well.

But there was a problem.

I couldn't sell her.

Dammit—I couldn't sell her!

"Arrrrghhhh!"

I screamed and ran around the workshop like a lunatic.

"I—I'm the kind of guy who can't sell women!"

How was I supposed to sell her when she was so pretty?

It shouldn't be a problem, right? But if I didn't sell her, I wouldn't get any money.

This was the worst dilemma I'd ever faced.

"…Let's check her market value first."

I take off the unconscious woman's clothes.

Cleanly, without leaving a single piece of underwear.

Her skin is white and clear like jade. I immediately suck on her pink nipples and knead her breasts.

The size of these tits that overflow in my hands... I really like it.

I shyly check the pussy that has matured into a straight line under her sparse pubic hair.

I carefully spread her legs and observe her calmly, bringing my face close as if I'm going to enter her pussy.

This woman is a virgin.

...Okay. She's a virgin.

Her market value has gone up.

Her asshole is also pretty... flawless.

I instinctively put my mouth on the woman's pussy.

"Churururup."

I bury my face in her pussy as if I'm putting my nose in a bowl and suck hard.

My heart calms down.

I reach out with both hands and knead her breasts to my heart's content.

The situation hasn't improved at all, but I feel good.

First, I tie up the cat-eared woman with ropes so that she can't run away even if she wakes up, and I fall into deep thought.

I could get more than 50 gold coins if I sold her. Definitely.

If I train her, her value will be immeasurable.

With such a gem in front of me, I was caught in a serious identity crisis between my identity as a trainer and my destiny as a MILF hunter.

After one night, the woman awoke.

"Whoa."

She was startled when she saw me.

And after confirming that her entire body, including her large breasts, was tightly bound while she was naked, the woman twisted her body awkwardly.

 "You can't untie it by yourself."

"Where is this? Who are you?"

"A different world from where you lived. A different city. A world where everyone who comes from another world becomes a slave. My name is Geum Taeyang."

"Uuuu…"

The woman blushed, as if she was too embarrassed by her state.

"Why did you tie me up like this… it's embarrassing…"

…Her reaction is kind of soft.

I thought she would resist as much as Rona, but it's disappointing.

"I'm an evil trainer who trains slaves and sells them."

"Really?"

"But right now, I'm seriously considering whether to quit or not."

"Quit doing that kind of thing! Ugh. It's weird, it's too tight there. Untie me…"

"If I untie you, I'll starve to death. The situation is serious."

"…"

"Huft…"

I fell on the table, overcome with grief.

"…Why are you the one who feeling sad even though I'm the one who tied"

"Elizabeth… hehe…"

"You're going mentally ill! If you're going to go crazy, untie me first and then go crazy!"

The harshness of this world has turned me into a crying baby, Geum Taeyang.

"Okay. I've made up my mind. I'm going to sell you at the market and buy some meat."

"Hieek! No. Mister, come to your senses!"

"We're around the same age! What do you mean, mister? Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to be sold!"

"I don't want to sell you either!"

Should I just jump on her?

"Huaaaa… Sir Cren…"

She suddenly burst into tears and started calling out someone's name.

"…What's your name?"

"Cecilia…"

Sniff.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and landed on her chest—unreal.

No, I was too drained. I couldn't think straight anymore.

…First, I needed food.

"Want some potatoes?"

"…Uhuh. Untie the ropes."

"You won't run away?"

"Not if oppa doesn't do anything weird."

I untied her.

I didn't have the energy to care about slaves or sales or any of that.

All that remained was a lost girl and a fool who fainted after eating a mushroom.

We sat across from each other at the table.

"I… I got separated from my party…"

"Is that so?"

"Sir Cren will be looking for me."

"Right…"

I replied without emotion.

"Let's eat."

"Un."

The saddest meal in the world—just mashed potatoes flattened onto a plate—was about to begin when…

"…What are you doing?"

Master walked in through the door.

 

 

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