4th tester

**The Instinct of the Milf Hunter - Part 2**

"That's...." I was speechless as soon as I heard it. He was suggesting we capture and sell off outsiders who had just arrived here without knowing anything, like myself. I couldn't bring myself to nod in agreement.

"The equipment is ready. There was a time when we couldn't get good slaves without doing that."

"Give me some time to think about it."

The options are limited. And this world is much crueler than I imagined. Even knowing that, I couldn't easily make a decision. Bior didn't scold me for hesitating, but quietly overlooked my indecision.

'Not yet.... It's not that desperate of a situation yet.'

We have the silver coins I brought, and if we're frugal, we can live for a month without starving. I can't rot in this street forever! At this rate, I'll barely be scraping by, and I don't know how long I can keep the bar job. It's almost impossible to save up enough money to become a trainer.

I kept thinking as I went to the bar for several days to help with odd jobs. How to escape this hamster wheel situation:

First, increase the amount of work I do. 

Second, ask for a wage increase.

Third, borrow money from someone else.

Honest methods aren't realistic. Especially the second and third options are nearly impossible. No matter how I look at it, the credit rating of a D-class slave in this world is rock bottom.

"Damn it."

Ugh! I accidentally put too much strength into it and broke the mop. Of course Kalisa saw it happen.

"What are you doing? We don't have many cleaning tools...."

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"...Sigh. I'll have to deduct it from your wages. Is that okay?"

"...Yes."

"You'll have to work for free today."

...Don't joke around!

But the real problem is that the pay is too low. I've already spent six hours cleaning up food spilled by drunkards. But I had no choice but to bow my head.

'This won't do.'

Is kidnapping and training clueless otherworlders the only option? Apart from my moral qualms, kidnapping a person is no small matter. A woman suddenly deprived of her freedom is unlikely to form a "trusting master-slave relationship". Master probably knows this too. Kidnapping isn't necessarily a good method either.

"Since you apologized, I won't say anything more, but... sigh. You need to be able to do simple tasks like this."

"I'm sorry."

"That's enough for the floor today. Can you go up to the second floor and tidy up the rooms guests have used?"

"Yes."

Is 20 copper coins really the best daily wage? I won't even get that today, but it seems like too little money for such a big establishment that sells alcohol and has inn rooms upstairs. But what can I do about it? Unfair treatment is the norm for D-class slaves. Still, it wasn't bad to get away from the commotion downstairs and clean rooms alone for a while. 

After tidying up the trash and making the bed sheets crisp enough for a coin to bounce off, I was about to leave when Kalisa opened the door and came in.

"I'm sorry."

She's already scolding me....

"Ah, okay."

"Let's see."

Kalisa immediately became a strict instructor and inspected the cleaning. I felt at ease since I was confident in my cleaning skills.

'But still....'

How careless. Why did she close the door? In modern times, people pathologically avoid situations where a man and woman are alone in a small enclosed space, so it rarely happens. The sight of her bending over in front of me and shaking her butt that looks ready to burst is impressive.

- What an arousing ass.... Yeah. It really is an arousing ass. Is she deliberately showing it off?

I couldn't stop my erection.

"Well done. Good job."

Kalisa glanced at my erect penis bulging through my pants and said:

"Thank you. How is it downstairs? Are there many customers?"

"No, it's quiet now. My husband also closed the shop briefly to go shopping."

"I see?"

So she came up to inspect how I was doing since there was nothing else to do.

"He's also going to buy new cleaning tools to replace the one you broke."

Kalisa crossed her arms under her breasts and lifted her chin as if demanding I feel more apologetic.... 

"I'm sorry. I accidentally used too much strength...."

"You shouldn't show off your strength when cleaning. You need to be delicate."

"I'll be careful."

"If you have that much excess energy, want to help move some things in the basement?"

It's a bold request for overtime work. It's already time to go home... Seeing my expression sour slightly, Kalisa continues explaining:

"Those cleaning tools, your daily wage alone won't be enough to cover them."

Is my labor worth less than a mop? Sigh. Just when I thought I was getting used to it, it's becoming a day I really don't want to work. Earn money honestly? What a joke. I suddenly felt my body burning up.

In both the modern world and this other world, many people live diligently fulfilling their duties. Only by contributing to society can one truly be called a "member of society". Just as a bar owner sells alcohol and a baker sells bread, that's the natural order of things. Then what am I? I am a beast. Just as a hunter hunts animals, a milf hunter hunts milfs. My inner monologue already knew what I had to do.

How could I have thought of finding another path when such a ripe milf with a quivering ass was right in front of me?

'The answer is married pussy.'

"Why are you smiling?"

"If it's physical labor, I'm confident. Leave it to me."

I felt an indescribable energy welling up in my body. Kalisa's expression was subtle. She seemed to think my change in attitude was a bit strange, but didn't feel like questioning it, and smiled along.

"Right. I thought so when I saw your body. You really have firm muscles, Taeyang. If only my husband's body was like that...."

This naughty woman, she's been eyeing my body since the first day!

"Would you like to touch it?"

I naturally invite skinship. Kalisa reached out her hand to my chest, looking slightly interested. So I boldly lifted up my shirt.

"Oh my!"

Kalisa flinched as if surprised, but her eyes were greedily scanning my chest muscles. My abs? They're amazing. Married women who are sick of their potbellied husbands are especially susceptible to physical seduction. I've never neglected exercise since realizing my destiny. I've been a bit lazy recently, but still...

It's only natural that "the taker" should be physically more attractive than "the taken".

Kalisa, who had been admiring as if entranced, stroked my chest with her hands. It felt like lightning. To my body that hadn't experienced a woman's soft flesh in a while. Lightning named thrill!

My heart was pounding wildly. As my fully erect penis made its presence known through my pants, Kalisa removed her hand and gasped in surprise.

"W-What is that?"

"Hm?"

Is she really asking because she doesn't know?

"What did you put in your pants?"

She seems to be thinking 'Surely that huge thing can't be a penis'. My penis, perfect in length, thickness, and hardness, shocks people seeing it for the first time. I am like a male born solely for breeding, and I'm fully carrying out that duty.

Work? I'll quit that crap today if I can. Instead, it's married pussy. Don't underestimate my sexual desire that's been pent up for ten days. While Kalisa was distracted admiring my penis, I stared intently at her forehead and ignited a fire inside me.

"It's my penis, ma'am."

"...Really?"

"Yes."

"I thought I was seeing things...."

Apparently, she's been quite interested in my penis since the first day.

"It's been a while since I've had skin contact with such an attractive woman like you.... I'm sorry. I forgot my place."

I lower my clothes and step back slightly. The key is to show I have no intention of making the first move. While I may not know much about training, I was well-versed in playing hard-to-get with married women who love dick. Having only done that in modern times, I had already fully grasped from Kalisa's expression and gaze that she was intrigued.

"I said I was confident in physical labor, but actually what I'm confident in is 'that'."

"Were you... a male prostitute?"

"Not quite to that extent. More like a pet kept by high-class madams."

"I see.... Then you must be good at... that kind of thing?"

"Very good. If I wasn't amazingly good, I'd be dead. My head is still attached, isn't it?"

Kalisa fanned her flushed cheeks and averted her eyes.

"Well, enough of that boasting. Let's go down to the basement. Follow me."

I followed closely behind Kalisa. Closer than usual. Because in my mind, I was free from my duties and pressing against her from behind.

'Ah, the scent of a female.'

It smells so good up close. Kalisa seemed slightly tense, with beads of sweat forming on the nape of her neck. I can see she's conscious of me.

"I've been thinking since the first day, it must be tough dealing with customers hitting on you?"

"It can't be helped. For a woman to survive in this street, you can't blush every time someone touches you."

"Don't they want to touch you more because you're married?"

Kalisa glared at me for slightly crossing the line, and cleared her throat.

"What's so pretty about an old lady like me?"

"Old lady? I don't think of you that way at all. You're beautiful, ma'am."

"...."

Kalisa quickened her pace. She seems embarrassed. But she probably wanted to hear something like this. Calling herself an old lady when no one else did.... Women often say such things hoping someone will deny it.

"Wait a moment. I'll get the key."

'Perfect opportunity.'

So this is the liquor storage.... with a sturdy padlock on the door for theft prevention. Only the owner or his wife Kalisa can enter here.

I was mentally calculating how long it would take the husband to return from shopping.

'At most two hours....'

These two hours will determine my life. Whether I get kicked out of this street, or open a new door of opportunity through married pussy.

- This is the most tense milf sex I've ever had.

I agree. Agreeing with my inner voice, I follow Kalisa into the liquor storage.

"Move all those boxes over there to this side."

The dim liquor storage. The faint lighting made it barely possible to make out the outlines of objects.

'Kalisa needs to go further inside.'

After narrowing the distance with suggestive talk, she's become conscious of me and is avoiding turning her back. Kalisa was holding onto the door and giving instructions by pointing.

It's a good sign. She seems to have definitely awakened her wariness of me, which was indifferent when entering the room. Even though I'm going to forcibly take her anyway, I pretended to obediently follow her words and went inside.

"Move this over here?"

"Yes, all of that over there."

"It's hard to see...."

"Not there, to the side!"

"Here?"

I deliberately pretended to be dense and misunderstand. 

"No, not there.... Ugh! I said over there!"

"Hmm...."

I deliberately looked around cluelessly while averting my gaze. Kalisa stomped her feet in frustration and walked straight towards me, not knowing what to do.

"Why can't you understand? Here!"

Pak. I snatched the key she was holding.

"Huh...?"

She looked at me with wide eyes, alternating between the key in my hand and my face. And then....

Just as a hunter knows its role, prey also knows its position.

"Eek...!"

Kalisa turned in fear towards the wide open exit. I grabbed the back of her neck faster than that, knocked her down, and leisurely walked over to lock the door.

Just the two of us in an enclosed space. This time the meaning was a bit different. Because I had trapped her.

I approached the frightened Kalisa with heavy footsteps.

"Don't come any closer!"

She jumped up and backed away until her back hit the wall.

"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."

I show her my palms to reassure Kalisa, who is extremely tense about being harmed.

I may harm her pussy, but I don't want her to misunderstand that I'll brutally beat her or strangle her to death. That would make her too fearful.

I took off my clothes in front of her.

"W-What are you doing...."

As she watches me getting naked, Kalisa's breathing gradually calms.

Kalisa, you were interested too, weren't you? In my huge penis that you'll come to look up to.

"...Ah...."

Kalisa's gaze was fixed on my erect penis. That look of awe beyond shock. A kingly penis that forcibly awakens female instincts in those who see it.

Some things are simply worshipped or become objects of faith just for being too big and majestic. My penis is in that realm.

It's asserting such a powerful presence that it feels like I'm already having sex with the female in front of me, even without inserting it.

"Ahh.... Oh my...."

"Let me say it again. I have no intention of harming you, ma'am."

I approached Kalisa one step at a time so she could mentally prepare for my approach. I raise my hands and initiate light skinship first. I calmly observe her reaction while lightly touching her hair or shoulders.

'I'm nervous too....'

If she screams and runs away or kicks me at this point.... Let's be careful. Gently, as if touching glass, I caress her cheek.

"Don't do this...."

I hugged Kalisa tightly.

"Ah...!"

You have to strike decisively when needed. If I take it slow, her husband will come looking for his missing wife.

Kalisa, who initially struggled to break free, gradually surrendered her body to me. I felt Kalisa's soft breasts while rubbing my hard, erect kingly penis against her body.