Hunting MILFs in a Trash Eroge

Damien nodded and walked after her, leaving behind the murmurs of adventures who had already begun whispering among themselves.

A few minutes later, Damien was sitting calmly in a large private guild room.

This was the same room he was led into the last time he came here, and a familiar long table was stretched in front of him.

The table separated him from Susan, who sat directly across bim.

Behind her, stacked against the wall, were the numerous large bags containing the monster corpses the village guards had brought in.

They had been moved efficiently by the guild staff, though many were still catching their breath from the effort.

The scent of fresh monster blood faintly filled the room, though Susan kept a window slightly ajar to lessen it.

Damien leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression unreadable.

In his right hand was a pouch of coins. A heavy one.

The sound it made when he lifted it slightly was satisfying—thick, metallic, dense.

He smirked subtly as he stared at it.

Then, in an instant, the pouch vanished—slipping smoothly into his inventory as if it had never been there.

Susan's eyes widened slightly. She wasn't new to adventurers or strange skills, but every time she saw that ability of his, she felt a chill run down her spine.

'That skill of his…' she thought, biting her lip unconsciously.

It was subtle, yet terrifyingly efficient. Like everything he did, really.

Meanwhile, Damien's mind was already calculating, sorting the numbers with silent satisfaction.

'Fifteen gold and seventy silver coins…' he thought to himself. 'MTo think I'll get that much.'

He closed his eyes briefly.

He leaned back slightly in the chair, his fingers tapping once on the armrest.

The twenty-nine he'd killed during the beast horde, coupled with the E-rank boar he had slain days ago, made it exactly thirty monster copses in total.

Even he had to admit—it was a satisfying number.

It was just a little unfortunate that most of them had been nothing more than F-rank and E-rank beasts.

If all thirty had been D-rank, the profit would've been astronomical.

But that would be unrealistic, since people would start to suspect him if he could easily take care of D-rank monster hordes when he just awakened his class.

Nonetheless, only a few of the creatures he'd killed that day were D-rank… three, to be exact.

Still, the sheer quantity alone made up for their lower ranks. And that was where the money came from.

He allowed himself a small smirk as he thought, 'With this much… I can say I'm at least fairly rich now.'

He had been rich many times in the countless lives he had lived, but in those lives, he never felt truly happy with the Deja vu haunting him.

Now was different though, since he could actually feel joy from each of his achievements, instead of just an irksome feeling that he was stuck in a loop.

He felt his mood lift slightly at the thought, and he turned his head back toward Susan.

She had been watching him quietly the entire time, her brown eyes following his every movement.

The moment his gaze landed on her, he flashed her a gentle smile—nothing exaggerated, nothing seductive. Just a simple, easy smile.

But that alone was enough.

Her cheeks instantly flushed a soft red, her lips parting just a little as if her breath had hitched.

She blinked rapidly, clearly trying to recollect herself, but even then her eyes couldn't fully hide the flutter inside them.

"S-Sir Damien…" she finally managed, her voice trembling faintly and betraying the effect he had on her.

The moment those words left her mouth, Damien's eyes sharpened. A glint of excitement slipped into them.

'They're finally about to make the offer…' took them long enough.

Susan knowing his name didn't surprise him also.

The village guards must have filled her in—probably in great detail—about how they got the monster corpses, how Damien had been at the center of the beast horde defense, and how he'd practically carried half the burden alone.

And then, after hearing all that, learning he was an elite student from Evergreen Spire… plus someone possessing a unique class?

Of course she'd address him formally.

Susan, in particular, still seemed to be replaying the information in her mind.

Her lashes trembled lightly as she looked at him, remembering everything the guards told her… remembering how even the guild master himself had been surprised.

And then remembering the moment she first met him days ago—when he used that strange skill right in front of her.

'I knew it… from the first moment I saw him use that weird skill… I knew he was someone special.' she thought.

She bit her lower lip without realizing it, her fingers tightening slightly around the documents she held.

Her thoughts spiraled quickly with the guild master's orders: We can't let someone like him slip from our fingers.

A once-in-a-generation talent.

A prodigy who destroyed a beast horde at his age.

An elite student of the academy.

A unique class holder.

This was an opportunity the guild couldn't afford to miss.

But even as her heart tightened with determination, another thought lingered—a hesitant, uneasy one.

But… will someone like him, an elite student of Evergreen Spire, really accept an invitation from a small-time guild like ours? Isn't it too low-rank for him?

She swallowed once.

There was a very real chance he would reject the offer on the spot.

But she still had to try. Even if the odds were low, even if she'd embarrass herself, even if he didn't even consider it—she had to ask.

Her gaze steadied.

Her spine straightened just slightly.

And then, with the most respectful tone she could muster, she spoke.

"Will you…"

Her voice wavered once before steadying.

"…accept this guild's invitation into our ranks?"

Her words echoed in the large room, filling the silence between them.

Damien didn't answer immediately.

The silence stretched—one second, two, three… enough to make the tension in the room thicken uncomfortably.

Susan's heartbeat quickened. Her palms grew slightly damp. She could feel her throat tightening the longer he stayed silent.

'Did I mess up the phrasing? Was the offer too low? Will he reject us?'

Unable to hold back her rising nerves, she quickly spoke again.

"Y-you don't have to worry," she said, her tone trembling slightly. "We'll surely give you a rank befitting your status."

She saw no change in Damien's expression. His eyes simply remained fixed on her, waiting.

So she continued, her voice now firmer but still tinged with anxiety.

"You… you won't start out as an ordinary F-rank or E-rank adventurer. The guild master approved it already."

She paused briefly, gathering courage before saying the next part.

"You'll begin as a C-rank adventurer."

Damien's brows twitched faintly in interest.

Susan inhaled again and pushed forward, determined to sell the offer properly.

"There are many benefits to being a C-rank adventurer," she explained quickly. "Including receiving discounts of up to thirty percent when purchasing from the guild."

A sharp glint suddenly flashed across Damien's eyes.

"Okay," he said simply. "I accept."

Susan froze.

Her eyes widened slightly, and a sense of relief all flashing through them in an instant.

'He… accepted so easily?'

She genuinely hadn't expected that. She thought he'd negotiate, or ask what the guild could offer him long-term, or maybe even look down on the offer entirely. But no—he accepted immediately.

She forced herself to straighten, clearing her throat quickly before she embarrassed herself further.

"T-that's… good," she said, trying to regain her professional tone. "We can begin the registration now."

Damien nodded.

*

Damien stepped out of the guild building, the sunlight hitting his face as he lifted a freshly crafted adventurer card in his hand.

It was a sleek blue card, smooth to the touch, with a faint shimmer whenever light passed over its surface.

His name—Damien Cross—was etched boldly at the top, followed by a large, unmistakable symbol indicating his rank:

C-Rank.

Becoming an adventurer wasn't complicated, but it held significance.

Adventurers were divided into seven ranks from F-S, starting from the weakest to the strongest.

However, the existence of S-rank adventurers was still a well-guarded secret. Only the higher echelons of society even knew what that rank truly meant. To the average adventurer, A-rank was already the peak of strength.

But Damien?

He now stood in the middle ranks at the very start of his journey.

A rare privilege.

Each rank also had a different card color, which corresponded to the even colours of the rainbow.

The card of F-rank adventurers were red, and for C-rank—the rank Damien now possessed, blue.

From there, the colors continued upward, ending with violet for the highest tier.

Damien stared at the card for a moment longer, watching how the deep blue surface reflected subtly in the light. Then he smirked lightly, sliding the card effortlessly into his inventory.

He was now officially a C-rank adventurer.

And this…

This was only the beginning.