Hunting MILFs in a Trash Eroge

The dense, rolling mist that had cloaked the area shuddered violently, as though struck by some unseen force.

Then, slowly, it began to peel backwards, curling away from Damien.

And through the thinning veil, the image of the one who had spoken began to take form.

At first, it was just a dim silhouette, but as the mist drew further back, the outline grew clearer… until her figure finally stood revealed before him.

She was a woman.

But not a human one.

Her body trembled where she stood, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably as if every breath was a battle.

Two long, snow-white ears drooped faintly above her head — unmistakably resembling those of a rabbit — though their tips were streaked faintly with red.

Just beneath them, two small black horns curved backward from her temples, faintly glimmering under the pale light.

The contrast between the gentle softness of the bunny ears and the sharp, smooth curve of the horns gave her an otherworldly beauty.

Her hair, long and silvery, cascaded down her back in tangled waves, glinting faintly in the scattered light.

A few strands stuck to her cheek and neck, damp with sweat and blood.

She was clad in a loose white shirt that clung slightly to her skin from moisture, its top buttons undone, leaving the pale curve of her collarbone exposed.

The fabric hung unevenly, slipping slightly off her right shoulder to reveal her smooth, delicate cleavage.

Below, she wore a tight, short black skirt that hugged her wide hips, the edges torn slightly at the hem — probably from her desperate escape earlier.

Her legs, though smeared with dirt and faint scratches, were slender and shapely, trembling under her own weight.

Blood ran faintly down the side of her lips, forming thin trails that glimmered faintly as they fell.

Her face was pale, almost ghostlike beneath the faint blue hue of Damien's lightning.

Her dark brown eyes were wide, and filled with terror as they locked unto Damien.

Each breath she drew came harsh and uneven, her chest heaving as she struggled to stand upright.

And surrounding her… were the beasts.

The very monsters that had escaped Damien's earlier slaughter.

They circled around her weakly, forming a broken, trembling perimeter.

Their bodies were hunched low, tails pressed tightly between their legs, eyes darting nervously toward Damien.

They whimpered faintly — guttural, fearful sounds that didn't belong to predators anymore, but to prey that knew the apex had found them.

Even the largest of them, a boar-like creature with a shattered tusk, refused to meet Damien's gaze. Its body trembled so hard that the ground beneath its hooves shifted slightly.

Damien's eyes narrowed.

'A female… demon,' he thought, his pupils reflecting the dim light of his sword.

He'd seen demons before — at least, in the game — but never one like this.

Her presence felt unstable, faintly cracked, as if she wasn't supposed to exist here at all.

But as his gaze lingered on her, something inside him shifted.

Despite the horns and the blood, despite the trembling and the fear… she was beautiful.

Her face looked extremely cute, and coupled with her body, which looked like it was sculpted to perfection, she was extremely sexy.

Even though she was currently exhausted, her scanty dressing and sexy body only made her more irresistible.

'She's… beautiful,' he thought, his breath coming out faintly.

The word almost surprised him, but he didn't deny it.

Her hand shook violently as she slowly lifted it toward him.

"D-don't…" she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling, fragile like glass about to break. "Don't attack…"

She coughed suddenly, her body jerking forward as more blood splattered from her lips, staining the ground below.

Her hand dropped slightly, but she forced it upward again, trembling harder now. "P-please…"

Damien's expression hardened.

The lightning spears hovering behind him pulsed faintly, each one letting off a sharp crackling sound that filled the silence like distant thunder.

He stood there, unmoving, for a long moment — his blue eyes locked on her pale form, unreadable.

Then, with a faint exhale, the lightning dancing around his body began to withdraw.

The radiant arcs slid down his arms, curling back into his sword until only the weapon itself remained surrounded by the violent light.

Sparks still leapt occasionally from its edge, flashing across his face and casting his features in alternating shades of blue.

The message was clear: he was listening, but mercy was not guaranteed.

The demoness' eyes widened faintly, relief flickering briefly in her gaze — only for it to vanish instantly when he took a slow, measured step forward.

The air grew heavier with his presence.

"Explain," Damien said finally, his tone calm but edged like a blade. "What exactly were you trying to do?"

His voice carried no emotion, no warmth — just cold authority, the sound of someone who demanded answers rather than asked for them.

The demon girl swallowed hard, her throat moving visibly. Her trembling hand lowered slightly, her gaze flickering briefly toward the monsters huddled around her… then back to him.

The demon subconsciously staggered back.

It wasn't just the words Damien spoke—it was how he said them.

There was a weight in his tone, something so cold and sharp that it pierced straight through her chest and froze her from the inside out.

Her trembling feet slid backward slightly, her eyes flickering helplessly as she tried to meet his gaze but failed.

It felt as though the very air around him had thickened—each breath she took came out ragged and shallow, like she was standing before something far beyond her.

She gulped, her throat tightening painfully as her thoughts spiraled in panic.

'This is supposed to be a small village… a simple mission…' she thought, her nails digging faintly into her palms as her body continued to shake. 'I didn't expect someone this strong to be here.'

The pressure he released wasn't something a village dweller should ever have.

It wasn't even something a normal human should possess.

Her heart pounded violently against her chest, the echoes of it thundering in her ears.

And yet, what made it worse—what truly terrified her—was the realization that the power he was radiating now was even greater than what she had witnessed before.

Earlier, when she watched him from afar through the eyes of her beasts, he had only used flames—intense, wild, destructive fire that consumed everything it touched.

That alone was overwhelming enough to slaughter an entire horde of monsters.

But now…

Now, his sword crackled with pure lightning, each bolt coiling around the blade like a living thing, making the air hiss and tremble.

The sheer pressure of the energy was enough to make her knees weak.

'He was holding back then,' she realized with a sick twist of fear. 'Even when he wiped out the entire horde, he wasn't serious…'

Her breath hitched again, her mind screaming as she tried to steady herself.

If he was capable of that kind of strength without even trying, what else was he hiding?

How many elements could he command?

How many ways could he kill her before she even blinked?

The answer terrified her.

Because she didn't know.

One wrong word, one single movement that displeased him, and she knew—knew—her head would slide cleanly off her neck before she even realized it.

She froze completely.

Damien frowned at her silence.

[Name: Lindsey]

[Class: Beast Tamer]

[Health: 30/160]

[Mana: 10/120]

[Age: 33]

[Description: A bunny demon forced to go on a mission to save her family from death.]

His brows furrowed slightly.

'To save her family… from death?' he thought, the words echoing in his mind.

During the time he asked her the question, he had already used [Inspect] to scan her.

That… was not what he expected to see.

She also wasn't as strong as he thought she would be.

If anything, she was weak… to weak that one punch from him could kill her.

His crimson eyes flickered faintly as he studied her pale form again.

She was still trembling, blood dripping faintly from her lips, one hand pressed weakly against her abdomen where a faint burn mark glowed faintly.

'So she was… forced to come here?'

He exhaled softly, his gaze hardening again, though this time, something else glimmered faintly behind his eyes—something unreadable.

'Seems like the demon world is also… quite complicated,' he thought, his lips curving downward slightly.

The game had never bothered to explore that side.

In The Hero's Wonderful Wives, demons were nothing but enemies—monsters in humanoid form. They appeared, they killed, they died. That was it.

Stanley, the so-called protagonist of that world, never cared to dig deeper. Why would he?

He was too busy soaking in attention—too busy collecting praise and women wherever he went.

The event against the demons was supposed to be one of the major events, yet all the story ever showed was him rescuing a princess, kissing her, and getting another title for his ego.

Damien's eyes narrowed slightly.

He, however, was not Stanley.

Still, he wasn't here to pity anyone.

Whatever her reasons were, whatever life she had before this, it didn't change the fact that she had brought danger to his village.

He didn't care about the villagers themselves—they could die for all he cared—but Claire and Nora were there.

The beasts had attacked his house directly, and the two of them had been inside.

If he hadn't arrived in time, or even worse, if he had decided to remain in the academy, then both of them might have died.

His grip on the sword tightened slightly as he thought about it.