I had somehow managed to survive.
I couldn't let myself die without even getting the chance to touch Ariella's tits.
"Always be prepared for the day your life ends. And give everything you've got to cheating sex in every single moment"… Looking back now, that mindset had been nothing but pure arrogance.
I had wanted so badly to continue this life of fucking MILFs that I went to confirm a relationship that had already ended. And I ended up getting stabbed for it.
I had acted like I could walk away without regrets once I heard the words, "It's over." That was nothing but disgusting bravado. I felt so pathetic I could cry.
But once that false confidence shattered, I was finally forced to face the truth buried deep within me.
Sex.
I had wanted sex.
Sex!
I had gotten up, chanting that word like a madman.
I hadn't been destined to die a lonely death in a place like that. If I died, my heart would stop, and if my heart stopped, the blood that made my dick hard wouldn't flow anymore.
If that happened, over a hundred MILFs waiting for me back in Korea would've wept enough to form a river.
A symphony of wailing.
The pain had been unbearable. I felt like I was going to pass out.
"Ugh…"
I didn't want to be reminded of it.
I had been giving it everything I had.
Even in that moment, I hated my brain for wishing for some convenient cheat development. For some god who brought me to this world to appear and save me.
But the blood I had been shedding was real. Painfully real.
It had been the first time I'd bled that much since I got caught by the master for doing 100 pussy punches instead of headbutts on the kendo lady's crotch.
Back then, I'd thought the sword on the wall was a practice blade. Who would've guessed it was a real one—sharp enough to cut the moon and split the sky?
"Haha…"
I hadn't wanted to die. Not yet.
Looking back, I saw that the castle on the hill had become a distant blur.
Somehow, I had managed to drag myself into a busy street. But everyone just gave me a passing glance and walked away without a care.
"Someone…"
Someone call 911!
People in unfamiliar clothes had bumped into me and walked past like I didn't exist.
How could they ignore someone bleeding so much?
"Tsk tsk. A runaway slave, I guess."
"He looks decent on the outside. What could he have done to end up like that?"
"He has a nasty look. Don't go near him."
"I'm not a slave…"
But in this world, everyone started out as one.
Was I really going to die a lonely death, surrounded by people?
I felt my strength fading. I tried to hang on, but my body tilted, refusing to obey.
I had lost too much blood…
That numb, drained feeling spread all over me.
"Get lost, damn it. It's bad luck to die in front of the workshop."
"Ugh!"
I had been kicked in the side and collapsed to the ground.
"Cough… Cough…"
"You're still alive, huh? Go die somewhere else!"
An old man…?
A guy who probably used to be strong in his youth was looking down at me with a mix of pity and annoyance. He had a white beard and hair, but his skin was green like overgrown weeds.
"Help me…"
"Why should I? What do I get out of saving you?"
"Just save me first… I'll do anything…"
Damn it. My tongue was the only part of me still working, and here I was, begging like a dog. I finally understood how valuable paramedics were back in my world.
"You look like the kind of guy who did something to deserve dying."
"I'm not dead yet… you senile old fart…"
"I'm still healthy, damn it! Don't go calling me old just yet!"
"I'm not dead either… So save me…"
"But you're about to die. You must've seriously pissed off a woman."
"…How did you know that…?"
Was he some kind of psychic?
I grabbed onto the old man's pants leg with all the strength I had left.
"Let go. I've got a yard to sweep."
"I'll do anything… Just save me… I don't want to die…"
"There's no use saving a D-rank slave who's already injured. You'll just end up as meat for someone."
"…"
"Why should I save someone who touched a woman he shouldn't have?"
'A woman I shouldn't have touched.'
"If you ever come across her again, keep your mouth shut. Don't speak carelessly. Don't look at her the wrong way. Don't get close."
"To touch her again…"
I tightened my grip and forced myself to sit up slightly.
"H-Hey! My pants are tearing!"
"I can't die… not until I touch those tits again…!"
My vision darkened. That was the last thing I said before everything went black.
The only thing reminding me I was still alive was the searing pain in my body.
Then suddenly… it felt comfortable. I thought I had died.
'A woman's scent.'
Not perfume.
It was that natural body scent you could only smell on a truly attractive woman.
When I opened my eyes, my blurred vision caught the figure of a blonde woman dressed in a deep navy blue nun's habit.
"You're awake. You made it past the critical point."
"Well done. Will one gold coin be enough?"
"Money's fine. It wasn't about the coin—it was about saving someone's life."
"And I'm paying you for saving that life. Take it."
"Mr. Bior…"
"Just take it."
"…Alright. When the patient wakes up, please tell him not to reopen the wound."
"There's no loyalty involved. I'll be kicking this guy out as soon as he can stand."
I quickly shut my eyes again.
…Did that old man really save me?
As soon as I felt relieved, drowsiness washed over me, and I fell into a deep sleep, forgetting the passage of time.
"Ugh…"
The moment I woke up, I instinctively reached for my chest.
The wound had healed. A scar remained, but that was a small price to pay for being alive.
That old man... He had acted cold, grumbling like he wouldn't help, but in the end, he had saved me. Maybe he was just a tsundere. A grumpy old man with a kind heart.
…My body tensed, especially around my anus, when I saw a dog collar and a large dildo lying on the floor.
'I have to escape!'
Just then, the green-skinned old man came out of another room and saw me scrambling out of bed.
"Why are you making that face? Is that how you look at your savior?"
"I can't give you my ass!"
"What kind of nonsense is that? You're ruining my appetite!"
"Old man, you're not into that kind of thing, are you?"
"What the hell are you even talking about?"
I pointed at the wall lined with dildos and said,
"This."
"Those are work tools."
"Work tools?"
"You've never seen a dildo before?"
"…No."
Of course, I had seen them. Not for my own use, but I saw them often enough in women's rooms.
I even knew what kinds were trending lately.
Naturally, I never needed to use one myself—no dildo could ever outmatch me.
Looking more carefully, I noticed not just dildos, but a wide range of SM tools neatly arranged. At that moment, I realized what kind of job the old man had.
"Old man, you're a trainer? At your age?"
Ouch. A sharp pain shot through my body as I moved too suddenly. I groaned and sat back down on the bed.
"If you're feeling better, get out. You're spoiling 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 sat on a chair, eating something like porridge, and said,
"Looking at your hands, your skin, and your nutrition, you're not someone who's done hard labor. And the fact that you were stabbed but didn't die means you received the grace of the Chartreuse family. The lady there is kind-hearted."
He paused, then added,
"And most of all, you reek of women."
"Woman smell?"
I didn't recall wearing anything that would carry that scent.
"It's not a smell you gave off. It's what's stuck to you—the scent of a female who's lived well, eaten well, and seen nothing but good things. It's soaked deep into you."
"You're sharper than you look. Your workshop might be shabby, but your skills are solid, old man."
"If you've satisfied your curiosity, get out. Don't make me repeat myself."
"No. I'm interested in being a trainer too."
"What?"
"Actually, I heard while I was unconscious. You spent money to treat me. I can't leave until I pay you back tenfold."
Bior burst into laughter.
"What? Does repaying a favor sound strange?"
"You brat, you don't even understand your own situation! A D-rank slave earning ten gold? Hahaha!"
Damn it. My stomach churned. Even after coming back from the brink of death, I was still being laughed at.
"Don't you think there was a reason why the Chartreuse family took me in, even if it was only for a short time?"
"Reason, my ass. It was just dumb luck."
"…If I stayed there because of luck, then I failed because of bad luck."
"That's wrong. You failed because of your own stupidity."
"How would you know that?"
"I don't know who you slept with over there, but you just had sex. You didn't train the woman."
"What…?"
"You enjoyed her pussy, but you didn't tame her."
I felt irritated by how lightly he dismissed everything. But at the same time, his words struck a chord. My anger faded just enough to make me listen.
"Don't underestimate training, you young otherworlder. Training is like war."
"Taming a woman? If you said something like that in my world, you'd be treated like some pervert who watches too much porn."
"In any world, the strong prey on the weak and evolve. Think about it. How hard is it to tame and control a being of the same species—someone with similar strength and intelligence? People who've never tried it couldn't even imagine."
"So, the problem was that I just had sex with all my might?"
Bior scoffed and finished his bowl.
"What would a clueless guy like you understand even if I taught you?"
"…Master!"
I dropped to my knees.
Since I'd already knelt once, I had nothing left to lose.
"What is it now?"
"Please teach me. There's a woman I really want to fuck."
"I've got nothing to teach. But there's something I'm curious about."
"Yes?"
"What kind of tits were they that you shouted about before you died?"
I grinned.
Ariella's tits had saved me once. They could work their magic again.
He wouldn't be able to resist a story about world-class tits.
"Shall I tell you a story?"
"Go ahead."
Since it felt like just existing out loud revealed I was an otherworlder, I told him everything. I didn't leave anything out.
Bior, who had finished his meal, sat quietly listening. Sometimes he laughed. Sometimes he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"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 the hell would believe something that ridiculous?"
"Which part was unbelievable?"
"From beginning to end! You say you got turned on by the sight of Verdia sleeping and just fucked her? Then she couldn't resist because she was overwhelmed by your dick, and her husband walked in, saw his wife cumming, and decided to let you live? That's the most seasoned nonsense I've ever heard!"
"No, it really happened…"
Damn. What should I do? I couldn't exactly show him proof.
Wait. Maybe I could?
"Want to see it? A glimpse of my talent."
I reached for my waistband.
"You're the first human I've met who wants to show off his dick to an Orc."
"Excuse me? What did you just say…?"
"Exactly what you heard. Have you never seen an Orc before?"
"…Ah."
I'd never met one in real life, but now that he said it, the image matched exactly.
That explained the green skin and the massive physique despite his age.
"Are Orcs' dicks really that big?"
"They are. But that's irrelevant now. What stands before you is the last Orc of the Empire."
"Master is…?"
How the hell did Orcs go extinct?
"If you've got something to show, hurry up."
"I'll show you directly."
I pulled down my waistband and revealed my proud dick.
A full erection in three seconds was my specialty.
'Ariella's tits… Verdia's ass…'
Just thinking about them was enough to get me hard without lifting a finger.
"Youth sure is a blessing."
"Well? What do you think?"
"It's not a bad dick."
"Do you finally acknowledge the super rookie, Geum Taeyang?"
"You moron. A slave's value drops with a dick like that. Size isn't a talent when it comes to training."
"…."
I felt crushed.
I had been so confident…
"But if what you're saying is true, then it might have some use. If that bizarre story of making a woman climax just from thrusting really happened."
"I'm telling you, it did."
"So how do you plan to fuck that woman named Ariella?"
"After learning the secret techniques that make women fall for you, from old man—"
"After learning?"
"Once I stick it in, wouldn't she be helpless?"
"Training isn't some superpower, you idiot!"
"Hmph."
"I can tell how damn proud you are of your dick. But I only believe what I see with my own eyes."
"I'm not your type, alright…"
"Who said I swing that way?! Forget it, brat. You're a D-rank slave. Go do some D-rank labor. At least you'll make enough to survive."
"No. I want to be a trainer."
"You seem clueless, so let me tell you. Hundreds of otherworlders arrived in Isil every day."
"Excuse me?"
Hundreds…? That meant thousands in ten days, and tens of thousands in a hundred.
Could a single city even handle that kind of influx?
"Of course, most of them didn't arrive in good condition. But still, Isil was always overflowing with people. Do you understand what that means?"
"…"
"There were plenty of D-rank slaves like you, all dreaming of climbing the social ladder. If you were a woman, you might survive under a noble's protection. But if you were a man, you had two choices—become a laborer, or head to paradise. Even then, most ended up starving or being sent to paradise."
"What's paradise?"
Even the name sounded sketchy.
Places named 'paradise' rarely turned out to be anything close to it.
"It means becoming human livestock under the control of the Female Emperor. Just eating, shitting, and sleeping. That's your life."
"…What the hell…"
The old man clicked his tongue when he saw my hesitation.
"You're talking about becoming a trainer, but you don't even know the basics of this world."
"Still, I wasn't joking."
I was dead serious.
Thrown into this unfamiliar place with no money or power, the only thing I had were my overwhelming desires. And I believed that training might be the only path to survival, the only ray of hope.
Because I'd always been sincere when it came to sex. I had nothing else to rely on.
"If—if my so-called delusion is true, and I learn proper training techniques from you, old man… Could I really become a good trainer?"
"If everything you said was true, then yeah. With some guidance, you could become the kind of trainer who dominates this entire district."
"How much would it take—"
Bam, bam, bam!
Suddenly, the door shook violently as someone pounded on it like they intended to break it down.
No—scratch that. It was breaking down!
"Oops, my bad."