Milf Hunter in Another World

It’s accurate to say I was hiding, having fled to the bathroom like a fugitive.

“Sigh…”

I turn on the faucet, pretending to wash up, and the room falls silent.

A colossal failure.

Should I try to persuade her with Gayeon and her husband, whom I brought from the Imperial Palace?

No.

There’s no time.

I had a few ideas on how to initiate physical contact under the guise of a massage, but I discard them all.

No.

It won’t work on Ariella…!

How can I possibly win her over?

`Get out of here with your ridiculous act.`

I punch the mirror, shattering it.

The wall cracks, the mirror explodes into pieces, and blood drips from my hand.

“Oppa! I’m coming in!”

Blonde hair… Is this the problem?

Should I cut it short?!

Cecilia bursts in, her face pale as she sees me wielding Dawn Moon.

“Don’t, Oppa!”

“Let go of this.”

“Never!”

“Ugh…!”

Cecilia’s breath hitches.

Am I overpowering her?

I realize how agitated I am.

Afraid of hurting her with Dawn Moon, I slowly release my grip.

“Oppa, you’re strong… I didn’t know you were this strong.”

It’s the Bloodline’s blood.

It’s because I became part of the Bloodline.

Cecilia gently embraces me.

“I’m sorry, Oppa. It’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I heard everything. The conversation in the hallway… It’s because I was clinging to you without any consideration.”

I’ve made an innocent woman cry.

What am I even doing here?

When you think about it, she’s not even a milf, just a woman grieving the loss of her husband.

I could just leave and focus on other frustrated women.

But why can’t I bring myself to leave?

“I’m sorry.”

I drop Dawn Moon and embrace Cecilia gently.

“Don’t apologize.”

“But… Sniff…”

“Loving you wasn’t wrong.”

“Oppa.”

“It’s my fault for getting cocky and letting my guard down because of the Empress’s backing.”

“Letting your guard down…?”

“I knew it…”

Ariella is a smart woman.

She’s the type to mercilessly draw the line if she perceives her partner as inferior or foolish.

I crossed the line she drew and was punished accordingly.

She shows no mercy to a fool who doesn’t even know where the line is.

“Your hand… Are you okay…?”

“Bandage it for me.”

“Okay.”

I sit down and receive first aid from Cecilia.

My heart aches as I see her drooping ears and tail.

I made her worry…

I admit it.

Ariella Raven is the most challenging woman I’ve ever met.

It’s not just because of her guarded demeanor.

Let’s think.

With my sharpened intellect and judgment, thanks to the blood I shed.

About what just happened…

Ariella wasn’t angry because I slept with Cecilia.

She was angry because I didn’t hide it.

In other words…

Ariella isn’t interested in me.

Normally, you wouldn’t care who a man you’re not interested in sleeps with.

But, if I show interest in Ariella while sleeping with Cecilia, it becomes a problem.

It makes a fool out of her.

Ariella is a keen observer. She must have noticed my attempts to seduce her.

And she must have been carefully observing my actions.

How would I act?

…And then comes my pathetic blunder.

Ariella must have concluded that I’m not worth her time.

There’s no way forward.

I came to this manor determined to sleep with Ariella, no matter the cost, but…

Now, all that’s left is to admit defeat and leave…

“Oppa, don’t give up.”

“Cecilia?”

“Didn’t you want to touch her breasts?”

“…”

“You said they were the best in the world.”

Do I just want to touch them?

I want to suck on them, lick them, ugh!

I want to do it all!

“You saw how badly you got shot down. And you still have the audacity to stay here?”

“What’s wrong with being audacious? You’re a scoundrel, Oppa!”

…You’re cheering me on, right?

“Tell her you’re going to freeload and stay here! Keep showing your face, and… and…!”

“And?”

“If you’re persistent, it’ll work out somehow!”

“Give me a break…”

There’s no solution, no matter how I think about it.

I don’t always just charge in…

“Letting go with no regrets is the manly and cool thing to do.”

They say a man’s first love usually fails.

Why is that?

Because they meet the woman they truly love when they’re at their lowest point.

In the end, letting go is for her happiness.

Then I can endure the pain…

Lost in thought, Cecilia suddenly grabs my hand tightly.

“Ugh!”

“That’s not like you at all!”

“C-Cecilia?”

“You have to be persistent! You have to keep going until you get those breasts! You can’t stop until you’re clinging to her and making her squirt!”

“…I was trying to be manly and let her go…”

“You have to be a scoundrel and pound her! You’re not trying to be a nice guy now, are you?!”

“You have a sharp tongue…”

“Then, Oppa…!”

Cecilia delivers the final blow.

“Are you okay with another man touching her breasts?!”

“……”

Just imagining it makes me dizzy.

The thought of Ariella whispering sweet nothings to someone other than me…

“Saying you’ll let her go like a man is just a bluff. Then, at least… cling to her and beg her to let you touch her breasts.”

“Cecilia…”

With an assistant like this by my side, how can I be weak?

This isn’t like me.

I reflect on my actions.

And I evolve to a higher level.

“You’re telling me to shamelessly cling to her?”

“Yes!”

“That’s what I do best. How did you know?”

“We’ve spent more than a day or two together!”

“Thank you. You’ve given me strength.”

I smile and stroke her head, and Cecilia perks up her cat ears and beams.

“Meow!”

…Alright, even if there’s no solution.

I’ve always managed to find a way.

I’m the one who came to this district seeking a challenge.

This is probably the most daring challenge in my entire Milf Hunter career…

I barely manage to hold onto my resolve and greet the next day, but there’s no clear solution.

Unsure of what to say to Ariella if I see her, I send Cecilia to the dining room alone…

And I head to the empty second-floor terrace and start drinking.

It’s a pathetic sight.

I wonder if I could get even a sliver of Ariella’s attention by falling off the railing.

A futile delusion.

As I spend time swirling my ice-filled glass, lost in thought…

As the sun sets and the moon rises, I hear footsteps behind me.

I instinctively know it’s Ariella.

“What?”

I speak curtly, my heart still reeling from the harsh rejection.

Ariella sighs, noticing the bandages on my hand.

“Are you trying to guilt-trip me by showing off your wounds?”

“Thanks to Lady Raven’s sharp words, I’ve come to my senses.”

“You should have done that sooner.”

“Why are you here? Why not leave me alone to wallow in my misery?”

“…That girl.”

…Cecilia?

“She begged me. She said you were in a bad state and asked me to check on you. She said she couldn’t do it herself…”

Ariella quietly approaches me.

I tell myself not to look.

Just imagining Ariella’s profile under the moonlight makes my heart pound.

What should I do…?

How can I corrupt you?

The noble and beautiful mistress of Raven Manor.

No matter how hard I try to unlock your heart with my vulgar methods, you refuse to budge.

We stand in silence for a long time.

Gazing at the unchanging scenery…

“Say something.”

Ariella remains silent, her lips tightly sealed.

“If you’re concerned about me, at least pretend to be sorry and get some relief. Or deliver the final blow and tell me to stop acting pathetic… There are plenty of options.”

“…”

“Damn it.”

Why aren’t you saying anything?

Are you here to watch me become even more pathetic?

Should I just overpower you with my newfound strength…!

`If you’re persistent, it’ll work out somehow!`

Be persistent?

I know it’ll only make me look pathetic.

This is a world where a moment of courage can turn you into a madman.

There’s nothing to gain from pouring out my sincere feelings.

I don’t even know if I have any left…

Why?

Suddenly, I remember what Verdia said before I came to this district…

`If you approach her with sincerity, without any of your usual antics, she’ll open her heart to you.`

With sincerity, without any antics…

“…It’s not an act.”

“…”

“I was just curious why my mother, who abandoned me for a man, was so obsessed with dicks.”

Why am I telling this to a woman I barely know?

I don’t know.

It’s the truth that’s been buried deep inside me.

Something I’ve never told anyone, never even imagined saying out loud.

“Later, I understood why she did it. Love meant nothing. I learned that a woman’s love can be bought with just a dick. My existence proves it. I’m living proof of it.”

The words pour out like a curse.

“You’ll be panting under me in bed too. You’re a woman, aren’t you? You’ll forget about your husband and be riding me.”

“…”

Is it really over now?

She doesn’t even react when I mention her husband.

What was the point of sharing my childhood trauma with a woman far more intelligent than me?

I’m just…

Becoming a man not even worth getting angry at.

As I think this, everything becomes clear. Why am I acting like this? Why am I living like this?

Why am I so desperate to sleep with Ariella?

A lonely voice, one that doesn’t even sound like my own, escapes my lips.

“I thought if I became the one who takes, I wouldn’t lose anything…”

It’s the truth I’ve never confided in anyone.

If I hear those words again, “You’re putting on an act,” “You’re a joke”…

It’s a truth buried so deep that I might never recover.

“Taeyang.”

Ariella suddenly turns to me.

Don’t pity me.

Don’t feel sorry for me.

Even if it seems like I want that, don’t!

Ariella touches my cheek.

Gently.

“Did it hurt?”

It’s a gentle, beautiful voice I’ve never heard before.

Should I take her now?

Overpower her with all my might?

Make her pant.

Make her mine, swept away by waves of ecstasy.

A strength I’ve never felt before courses through me. I can do it now. I can beat Ariella down and have my way with her.

I can choke her until she begs for forgiveness.

Uncontrollable desire takes over my hands, my feet.

Just as I’m about to act on the image of choking Ariella’s beautiful neck…

“…”

I suddenly realize.

That’s not what a scoundrel would do.

Taking advantage of a woman who’s comforting me in my moment of vulnerability would be a devil’s act.

I don’t want to turn all the words I’ve spoken into a lie.

Because they were true.

“Lady Ariella.”

“Speak.”

“Please go out with me.”

Ariella’s eyes crinkle into crescents as she chuckles.

“That’s the worst confession I’ve ever heard.”

“…”

“The words, the atmosphere, everything is a mess. It’s embarrassing for the person on the receiving end.”

Ariella gently wraps her small hand around mine.

She squeezes my hand, as if applying pressure, and says,

“But I know you’re sincere. I can feel your desperation, like I’m the only one for you.”

“Please go out with me, with the intention of marriage.”

“Don’t push it.”

Squeeze.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ariella slowly unwraps the bandage on my hand.

Huh? The wound…

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“No.”

“Most wounds heal quickly.”

She’s talking about the Bloodline’s regenerative abilities…

“But even we can’t heal emotional wounds. What happens when they’ve been worn down completely?”

“…”

“I was also looking for someone to comfort me. I don’t know if that’s you… but.”

“…I’ll comfort you!”

“Don’t just say it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now I’m curious about what kind of person you are. Let me get to know you slowly. Don’t rush things…”

“T-then…”

I tightly grasp Ariella’s hand.

It’s so soft…

I can’t believe Ariella’s skin is touching mine.

Squeeze.

“Please take care of me.”

“Go back and rest.”

Ariella leaves.

This time, she’s not abandoning me coldly.

She accepted me.

I’m now dating Ariella.

No need to say it!

Woohoo!

My brain is on fire!

I return to the room and lift Cecilia up in the air.

“Cecilia!”

“Kyaa!”

“I did it!”

“You’re dating her?!”

“Yes! We just started dating, but getting her into bed is only a matter of time!”

“A matter of time~!”

Cecilia rejoices as if it were her own victory.

If it weren’t for Cecilia, I would have just…

Become a pathetic fool, drunk on a beautiful goodbye.

I press my forehead against hers and embrace her tightly.

“Thank you, Cecilia.”

“Ehehe. This much is only natural for your assistant!”

“You’re the best lucky charm!”

“Bow down~!”

“I shall bow down to the Cat Goddess!”

I almost kneel before Cecilia stops me.

We laugh, looking at each other’s messy hair from our playful tussle on the bed.

That night, I fall asleep peacefully, holding Cecilia in my arms.