Hunting MILFs in a Trash Eroge

As the villagers continued chattering excitedly, the crowd naturally parted once more, allowing Damien to walk back toward the door of the house.

Their gazes were still filled with admiration, and they kept singing praises of his name.

"Damien, thank you again…"

"You really saved us today…"

"You're truly amazing…"

"If there's anything you need, don't hesitate…"

"We'll all help! Just say the word!"

He didn't respond to any of them.

He stepped into the house, and the moment he did—

"Damien!"

Two sets of footsteps rushed toward him.

Claire and Nora were there immediately, their faces pale with worry, their eyes wide and anxious, almost frantic as they took him in.

It was clear they had both been waiting right by the door, listening to everything happening outside.

Claire stood closest. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her chest—so tight her knuckles had turned white. Her breathing was shallow, and her shoulders trembled just slightly.

"Are you sure everything's okay…?" she asked, her voice soft and shaky. "I… I overheard your conversation with the village chief…"

Her brows knitted, her head lowering just a little as though she was ashamed to even ask. But she couldn't hide it—the fear, the concern, the protectiveness.

Beside her, Nora folded her arms and scoffed sharply, her voice dripping with bitter disbelief.

"Those villagers… actually showed pity to us?" she muttered. "I thought we were just the useless whores of the village?"

There was a faint tremble beneath her words, the kind that revealed she wasn't scoffing because she found the situation funny… but because she didn't know how to process the sudden change.

Damien's expression softened.

He stepped closer to them, the faintest smile touching his lips.

"Don't call yourselves that," he said firmly, gently. "I told you two, didn't I? Everything's going to change. Just trust me."

Both women froze at his words.

They stared at him—wide-eyed, breath unsteady.

Claire and Nora had been called whores, witches, cursed women, and every foul name imaginable over the years. Their reputations had been dragged through the mud so much that even children avoided them.

Not because they did anything wrong.

Not because they were truly promiscuous or dangerous.

But because of their circumstances.

Circumstances the villagers twisted into ugly, hateful stories.

Claire had once been married to a gentle, hardworking man.

They had been happy—or as happy as two poor villagers could be.

But suddenly, her husband died from a severe illness that spread too quickly for anyone to treat.

Claire had been pregnant at the time. The shock, the grief, the unbearable emotional weight caused a miscarriage that cost her the child as well.

Her family vanished in a span of days.

After that, the villagers began whispering.

"She's cursed."

"She brings death."

"Stay away from her."

The tragedy that should have earned sympathy became the reason they ostracized her.

And Nora… her life had been no kinder.

Her daughter had also died at a young age, another illness claiming her life.

And on top of that, her husband abandoned her, leaving without a word, leaving her to face the whispers and stares alone.

Villagers used to avoid her as though she carried a plague.

As though the deaths she experienced were somehow her fault.

And Nora's drinking habits only made things worse. She drank to forget. To numb the pain. To silence the loneliness. But to the villagers, it became another reason to mock her.

"Useless drunk."

"Good-for-nothing."

"She'll die the same way her child did."

They said these things openly, without any care for how she might have felt.

Damien had seen all of this.

He had the memories of the old Damien so it was like he himself had lived among them long enough to understand how they treated these two women.

And now, as he looked at Claire's trembling hands and Nora's forced scoff… he felt something tighten in his chest.

'At least I've taken the first step to change this family's status…' he thought. 'Never again will they be insulted like that.'

They didn't deserve the life they'd been forced into.

They didn't deserve the humiliation.

They didn't deserve the loneliness.

Not when they had endured so much already.

Claire's breath hitched slightly, and her cheeks—already flushed from anxiety—turned a faint shade of red as she met Damien's gaze.

Nora's cheeks tinted as well, though she tried to look away, pretending she wasn't affected.

Damien noticed it, but he didn't comment.

Instead, he simply opened his arms wide.

He didn't say anything else.

He didn't need to.

His gesture was enough.

Claire reacted first, stepping forward with a soft gasp, her hands reaching instinctively toward him.

She practically melted into his embrace—arms wrapping around his waist, face pressing against his chest as if it was the safest place in the world.

Nora followed a heartbeat later—less dramatic, but no less emotional.

She stepped into the hug with surprising eagerness, pressing her cheek against him, her arms locking tightly around his side.

Together, the two women buried their faces in his chest, holding onto him like he was the only stable thing in their world.

Their bodies pressed close, clinging to him as though afraid he might disappear.

And Damien wrapped his arms around them—firm, steady, protective.

He could feel their huge breasts pressing against his chest, and his lips curled up slightly.

His hands slowly slipped down, going below their waists until they grabbed a handful of both women's asses.

"Kyah!" they yelped at once, staring at Damien with flushed faces.

But despite their shouts, the look on their faces told how much they loved the feeling of his hands squeezing their buttocks.

Nora licked her lips, slowly trialing a finger across Damien's chest.

"Did you miss… your aunt's tight pussy nephew?" she said, chuckling lightly.

Claire on the other hand, kept blushing heavily, too shy to even say anything.

Damien chuckled at their expressions, pressing his hand even tighter on her buttocks.

"Did you two forget, the villagers are still outside… or would you rather I fuck you anyway?"

Claire bit her lips in embarrassment, releasing there were still tons of people standing outside their house, including the village chief.

"Y-you're right…" Nora also admitted, clicking her tongue in annoyance.

"But don't worry…" Damien said, his hands moving away from their buttocks, gently squeezing the fleshy bags on their chests instead.

"Ahnn…" Nora and Claire moaned almost at the same time, their bodies trembling slightly at his touch.

"It won't take long before I'm done, and I'll come drill your pussies in our new home." he said.

They both glanced at themselves, their eyes shining with excitement, before nodding back at him.

Damien finally pulled away from them, straightening his posture and stepping back just slightly.

"Just wait," he said, a teasing smirk on his face.

Claire and Nora blinked up at him, their cheeks still flushed, their breaths uneven.

For a moment, they didn't move, as though unsure whether to step back or cling a little longer.

His eyes narrowed, a faint frown tugging at his lips.

Then, before he could say anything else, a series of notifications began appearing before him.

[Quest "Stop the beast horde rampage" completed!]

[Reward Granted: +5000 Hunter Points]

[You have taken part in a major event!]

[Main Character Percentage increased]

[Current MC percentage: 15%]

Damien blinked, his brows knitting together as confusion flickered across his face.

"MC percentage?" he muttered, tilting his head slightly as the words sank in.

He had already expected to receive a quest-related notification after dealing with the beast horde, so the first line didn't surprise him.

The timing, however, was odd.

Normally, these types of notifications appeared immediately after he completed the quest.

That meant, he should have gotten it the moment the horde officially retreated.

Yet this had appeared now, after the interactions with the villagers, after the deal with the chief also.

A faint frown deepened on his face.

The main character percentage… that was something he didn't immediately understand.

'Only fifteen percent…' he thought, a faint crease forming between his brows.

He exhaled, tilting his head as the gears in his mind began to turn.

Damien's thoughts drifted back toward Stanley.

That irritating, reckless protagonist of the game who had caused chaos at every turn.

'Of course…' Damien murmured inwardly. 'The remaining eighty-five percent is certainly Stanley's…'

It all started to make sense now.

The peculiar way the villagers treated him—their eager compliance, the instant admiration, the willingness to entertain even the most selfish of his requests—it wasn't just because of what he had done.

It was because he now shared a portion of Stanley's main character percentage!

It explained everything: the awe, the loyalty, the unquestioning support he received.

'No wonder they were accepting my selfish requests so readily…' he thought, a slight smirk spreading across his lips.

He always thought the hero's wonderful wives was just a terrible game with a bad plot and main character.

However, this was until he actually transmigrated into that same game, and found himself as a side character.

Now he understood it was more than a simple game, and most important of all, he was no more just a useless side character.

Suddenly, another notification appeared before him.

[New Quest!]

[Objective: Achieve a hundred main character percentage]

[Current Progress: 15%]

[Reward: ???]

'Achieve a hundred percent?!' Damien thought, a sharp glint flashing within his eyes. 'Basically… snatch the main character badge from Stanley?'

However, he was confused about the reward, since it was only a bunch of question marks.

That meant that whatever the reward was, he would only know what it was after completing the quest.