The morning sunlight, which should have been bright and inviting, filtered through the attic's frosted glass as a gloomy haze. Dust motes danced in the air like suspended ash. Noah awoke on a mattress reeking of dampness, inhaling deeply before he could stop himself. A bitter aftertaste lingered in his mouth—a souvenir from his conversation with the old Goblin. It dampened the thrill of living alone with a beautiful woman, making the miraculous situation feel slightly less like a miracle.
Noah quickly banished the heavy thoughts, forcing himself to focus on the domestic bliss awaiting him instead.
"Do not let your filth taint the purity of my son."
Christina's words still echoed in his mind. Outwardly, she was the picture of a chaste maiden, yet her body clearly had weathered the world of carnal desires... This paradox triggered Noah's raw instincts more effectively than any cup of coffee. He had walked into the tiger's den; now, he just had to ensure the tigress ended up with a swollen belly.
The young man dragged his body downstairs. The air was thick with the aroma of breakfast mingled with a uniquely feminine scent—the smell of warm milk and the natural musk of a lady fresh from sleep. It was a domestic scene the young man had never dared to dream of.
Stepping into the kitchen, he found the woman who was both an adventurer and a mother.
Christina stood with her back to him. Her smooth, pale skin glistened with faint beads of sweat from the stove's heat. Strands of fiery red hair fell messily onto the nape of her neck, inviting vivid imaginations of a battle between the sheets. Her lower half was clad only in dark purple lace panties that dug into her plump cheeks, causing her soft flesh to spill out teasingly.
Normally, he would have wanted to walk up and worship her from heel to forehead. However, he was becoming desensitized to her nudity, thanks to his Piercing Eye skill activating on a whim—as if following a script written by a mischievous god.
The Clairvoyance skill is acting up again... He thought, feeling a surge of pride that he could keep his little brother dormant. Is this what a husband sees every day? He looked right through her clothes, down to her pores... the faint capillaries pulsing beneath that pale skin... Ah... calm down, me.
Noah approached, stealthily inhaling the scent from the crook of her neck. For a fleeting moment, he indulged in the fantasy that she was his own wife, before breezing past her to open the Magic Cooler with practiced nonchalance.
For some reason, Noah sensed that Christina was a woman with the same needs as him. If she didn't want me, why invite me to live in her house? Noah opened the cooling cabinet—which looked like a generic steel locker—while thinking absentmindedly.
"Up early, aren't you, Christina..." Noah remarked, his voice husky. "Do you usually do this for your husband and kids?"
Surprisingly, the words slipped out with ease. This house possessed a strange magic that even he couldn't explain.
Christina flinched violently. She whipped around, her face flushed with a chaotic mixture of embarrassment and anger. Her bare breasts heaved violently with every sharp breath.
Yet, deep down, Christina was actually admiring the young man's handsomeness in the morning light, as if drawn by instinct.
"Y-You!"
But Noah was staring at the pale pink points on her chest. After all, she didn't know he could see through her clothes, and Noah maintained a perfect poker face.
"I wasn't peeking at your thighs, don't worry." Suddenly, the realization of what he had just said hit him.
Christina looked as if she was about to cry.
"At least make a perverted face if you're going to do that, you idiot!!"
THWACK!!
A bare foot coated in a faint aura of mana slammed full force into Noah's crotch.
"Urghhhhh!"
Noah crumpled to his knees. Pain shot through him, sending him down to inhale dust on the tiled floor. He gritted his teeth, face twisted in agony. Yet, the young man secretly felt a spark of delight when he thought about how her bare foot had touched that part of him.
"S-Sorry," he squeezed the word out.
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Walking through the alleyways, the atmosphere was oppressive, as if dark clouds hung overhead—all thanks to the Motherly Aura Christina was radiating.
Christina marched ahead, emitting a murderous pressure, while Noah trailed behind like a scolded puppy, his eyes fixed on the sway of her hips under the short skirt.
"Stop staring at my butt, will you!" She snapped, turning around with a trembling voice. "If you don't stop, I'll report you to the authorities! For harassing someone else's wife!"
Was he about to upgrade from the only male Hero to a criminal? Noah felt like sighing.
"Come closer. Why the ten-step gap?" Noah rasped, as Christina was keeping a significant distance.
"I am not. I always walk like this," she replied dismissively, her face still sullen. "Besides, we have to hurry. Today is going to be very busy. As my assistant, don't disappoint me."
Although she spoke of work, the wind carried her soft muttering to Noah's ears.
"...He saw me naked and remained indifferent. But when Catherine dresses modestly, he gets a nosebleed until he almost passes out... Is he stupid or just blind..."
Noah sighed deeply. "Are you still mad about this morning?... I already apologized... even though you were the one at fault."
He closed the distance, trying his best to reason with her.
"You're married with a husband and child, and living in a house... I would never have any ill intentions... Just think of me as another son."
Christina paused, then fled in agitation. Her blue skirt billowed with her hurried steps, exposing the firm line of her thighs—a flash of skin as intense and sullen as the morning itself.
Noah had to stop abruptly as a man approached him.
"Hey, brother... nice catch..." The man whispered in Noah's ear, his breath reeking of alcohol. "A widow of that caliber... truly rare... Christina is known for being a bit slow in the head. You wouldn't miss a chance like that, right?"
Noah smirked wickedly. Although he was still a virgin, to keep the conversation flowing, he decided to play along.
"Ah... last night drained me completely... She played hard to get at first... but I have a secret technique. Before long, she was hooked."
Suddenly, a slender but strong hand grabbed Noah's ear, twisting it until it bled.
Christina stood there smiling sweetly, but her eyes held no amusement.
"What secret technique are you discussing, my dear son? Mommy wants to hear it too... I have a feeling someone is about to disappear mysteriously?" She tapped the hilt of her sword to show she was serious.
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Finally, the pair stood before the mouth of a damp cave. The strong stench of beasts wafted out.
ROARRRRR!!
A colossal Minotaur appeared. Its massive body was packed with dark brown muscle, veins bulging like tree roots. Heat steamed from its breath as it stood tall, looking like a beast intent on one thing: breeding.
Noah tightened his grip on his light sword, preparing to analyze... but the sound of heavy, panting breaths beside him made him turn to look.
Christina... was shaking.
It wasn't shaking from fear. Her legs twisted inward, grinding against each other. Her face was flushed crimson, clear saliva drooling from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on the crotch area of the giant bull and the monster's powerful leg muscles.
"Look at that, Noah..." Her voice was husky, like someone sleepwalking. "That savagery... that nauseating beastly stench... If that massive body were to press down on me... crushing me into the dirt... that rough skin scraping against my soft flesh..."
She licked her dry lips. In this world, no one would want to be compared to Noah, but right now, Christina was no different from him. It was as if she were the female version of Noah.
"Hey, what the hell are you saying... That's a monster... Look at yourself! Have you no shame for your child? Your husband?" Noah shouted in a deep voice.
"Heh, I may look like this, but I know everything about monsters... I know how they live, how they eat... and how they breed," Christina stated. Noah couldn't believe this was real. Instead of admiration, he thought she was using her brain in a completely twisted way. And it seemed he couldn't stop Christina's curiosity at all.
"I wonder... if that beast's Rod of Shame were to ram into me all the way to the base... would my uterus tear apart? Would it turn a mother of one like me... into just a breeding mare screaming for her life... Ah... just thinking about it, I'm already soaking wet!"
This was too much. Noah had to intervene. "Hey! Don't do that! You'll get charged with Minotaur abuse!"
Christina's nosebleed sprayed out in a stream, bathing her steel armor in a gruesome display.
Noah watched the scene with mixed feelings... disgust and amazement. This wasn't the image of the big sister he knew.
She... she's beyond saving. This is an advanced stage of perversion. Noah felt exhausted.
"I will offer my body to it right now!! Defile me, you crazy bull!!"
Christina shouted, launching herself forward like an arrow. The sword in her hand glowed, but she looked more like a lunatic than a warrior. Christina was undoubtedly imagining the exquisite pain she was about to receive.
Noah tried to run in to stop her.
Clack!
The toe of the master swordswoman snagged on a moldy rock inside the cave.
"Ah...!"
For a moment, she let out a heroic cry. Now, she screamed as her body pitched forward... her smooth, beautiful forehead smashing violently against the filthy stone floor.
SPLAT!
A sound like a watermelon splitting open. Christina's body twitched a couple of times before going still in a face-down, ass-up position that looked utterly humiliating. Her purple panties floated prominently before the Minotaur, who stood watching the scene in confusion.
Noah sighed... with sheer weariness. The veins in his head throbbed in protest.
"Christina, I thought you were the knowledgeable one." Noah wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.
He walked up to the still-confused Minotaur and swung his light sword into the middle of its forehead without mercy.
SLASH!
Blood sprayed. Noah left the woman lying there like a beautiful, red-haired corpse, not even bothering to pick her up an
d make her a burden.
Ding
[System Notification: Because the female party member feels extremely satisfied.]
[You have leveled up to lvl. 11]