Hunting MILFs in a Trash Eroge

And he understood what it meant to have no choices left.

Lindsey felt his gaze settle on her again.

She froze, shoulders locking up, a small tremor running through her body as she instinctively turned her eyes away.

His expression, his aura—everything about him made her feel as though she stood on the edge of a blade.

And in truth, she was.

Damien inhaled slowly, his mind working rapidly.

'I can't just send her back now,' he thought. 'If she returns, they'll surely kill her when they hear the truth.'

The demons probably had a way of confirming the mission they sent her on, so if he tried to use her as a spy, there was a high chance she would be caught almost instantly.

That way, he wouldn't gain anything, and would only be letting her walk into her death.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

'And beyond that… she might be useful.'

She had arrived through a portal constructed by other demons—one designed specifically for infiltration.

And she was meant to return through that same portal once her mission was completed.

A portal like that wasn't simple.

And it wasn't something Damien could ignore.

Damien's eyes stayed locked on her as the idea fully solidified in his thoughts.

There was information he needed—information only a demon could provide. And Lindsey, whether she realized it or not, was now the only link he had to the world behind that portal.

And he couldn't afford to let that link slip away.

He knew immediately that following her back was impossible. Not just now—perhaps not for a very long time.

The portal was one built specifically for demons, tailored to their mana signatures and woven together through whatever twisted ritual the higher demons used.

Even if Damien wanted to pursue her through it, the portal itself would reject him.

It was never meant for humans. It was never meant for anyone except Lindsey returning to report.

And even if it could accept him… Damien doubted he was strong enough to invade the demon world on his own. At least not yet.

He wasn't foolish enough to believe his current strength, impressive as it was, could contend with an entire realm of monsters who saw violence as a language.

"I'm not going to kill you," Damien finally said, his tone flat but decisive. "But sorry… I can't just let you return."

Lindsey's shoulders drooped the moment he spoke, but there was no resistance in her reaction. Instead, she nodded meekly, head bowed in resigned acceptance.

"I understand…" she whispered, voice small and trembling.

It wasn't the voice of a warrior. It wasn't the tone of someone plotting escape. It was simply a mother who had run out of options.

Still… Damien frowned.

'Now that I've found the one behind this event in the game… I need to be more careful.'

This changed everything.

In the game, the beast horde was never explained fully. It was just an early major event that hinted at something bigger but never explored it properly.

At a certain point, the guild discovered the beast attacks weren't natural, and that someone was manipulating them from behind the scenes.

And naturally, the guild released a quest to investigate who the true culprit was.

Stanley—the main character, took that quest and pursued it with enthusiasm.

And yet… he failed.

The best he managed was uncovering hints that a demon might have been behind it, but he never truly found her.

Damien, however, had already reached her.

However, it was mainly because he already had knowledge of the game beforehand.

'How annoying…' Damien exhaled mentally. Everything keeps changing. 'The deeper I get, the more unpredictable this world becomes.'

He closed his eyes briefly and took in the cold forest air, letting it cool the restless irritation in his mind.

The trees around them stood tall and dark, looming silently like witnesses to a secret exchange.

Damien opened his eyes again.

'But then…' he thought slowly. 'it might not be such a bad idea.'

Having Lindsey here, unable to return, forced into a corner—this was an opportunity.

A dangerous one, maybe, but still useful.

Nonetheless, he didn't fully trust her yet, not even with the description from the system.

*

A few minutes later…

The forest faded behind him as Damien stepped back into familiar territory.

The village slowly came into view, small buildings clustered in uneven rows, smoke rising lazily from chimneys, and villagers scattered around trying to restore some sense of order after the earlier chaos.

As he entered the main dirt path, people immediately turned their heads.

Dozens of eyes followed him as he moved, their expressions filled with awe, fear, admiration—sometimes all three at once.

He ignored them.

His boots tapped lightly against the ground, carrying him toward his house.

When he finally reached it, the sight that greeted him made him let out a faint sigh through his nose.

A group of male villagers had gathered around the broken window—yes, the same window the beasts had shattered earlier.

Three men were trying to reframe the wooden support. Another two were cutting planks nearby. One man knelt on the ground, hammer in hand, muttering under his breath as he measured the glass fragments.

Damien blinked, a bit surprised at the sight.

'They are actually… fixing it.' he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly.

'This is good… really good actually.'

Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a sharp glint, and his lips curled up slightly.

All of them glanced briefly at him the moment they noticed his presence.

One man nearly dropped his hammer. Another straightened his back immediately, wiping his forehead nervously as if to make himself appear presentable.

Their reactions were nearly comical.

But Damien didn't smile.

He simply observed them silently, taking in how drastically their attitudes had changed.

These were the same villagers who used to mock him, dismiss him, treat him like someone who had no future. And now they were scrambling to repair his property before he even returned home.