With no other reason to keep standing there, he could only gnash his teeth, deciding to leave.

"C-cumming!" But just as he turned around, a loud voice suddenly came from the shop, causing his eyes to widen in confusion.

'W-what?' he thought, veins popping around his forehead.

'Shouting unnecessary… what a useless woman.' he mumbled inwardly, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he left.

Meanwhile, in the shop, Sophie lied almost listlessly in front of the door.

Her legs were spread wide, and her back was resting lazily against the surface of the door.

There was also a pool of love juices scattered between her legs, as well as many other drops around her thighs.

However, the most noticeable thing was the thick, milky white fluid dripping down from her exposed pussy.

The folds kept clenching, almost like they were trying to keep the cum trapped within them.

However, despite her efforts to keep it in, quite an amount still leaked out her pussy, trialing down her thighs.

Standing above her was Damien, his cock also jutting proudly from his crotch.

His lips curled as he looked down at her, and his gaze drifted back to his cock, which still had a drop of milky white fluid on its slit.

'It sure feels good to finally creampie a MILF… especially when it's in front of her son.' he thought, chuckling inwardly.

Thanks to golden release, he could freely control his ability to impregnate any woman, so even though he just came loads inside of Sophie, she wouldn't get pregnant.

His cock had already softened up a bit after depositing such a huge loud in Sophie's pussy, but then, it could still easily fuck for a few more rounds.

The same couldn't be said about Sophie though, who had already lost consciousness, her face stuck in a twisted ahegao expression.

With the state she was currently in, Damien doubted she would even be able to continue her job.

He smirked, gently patting her head.

"You can take today as a day off… you deserve it." he muttered, turning his attention back to the air before him.

'Unmute notifications.' he thought, and immediately, a barrage of tabs appeared beside his eyes.

[Quest "Make Sophie give in" completed]

[Reward Granted: +1700 Hunter points]

[Quest "Push Sophie's corruption to 50%" completed!]

[Rewards Granted: +1000 Hunter points]

[Quest "Push Sophie's corruption to 60%" completed!]

[Rewards Granted: +1300 Hunter points]

[Quest "Push Sophie's…]

[Quest "Push Sophie's corruption to 100%" completed!]

[Rewards Granted: +15000 Hunter points]

[Hidden Quest "Claim a married woman for yourself" completed!]

[Rewards Granted: +15000 Hunter points]

[Hidden Quest "Fuck Sophie while Pug is on the other side of the door" completed!]

[Rewards granted: +20000 Hunter points]

Damien chuckled inwardly as he scrolled through each of the notifications, excited about all the Hunter points he was getting.

Just like he expected, he received a hidden quest for fucking Sophie while Pug was on the other side.

'I wonder… if I fuck her in front of her so called husband… or maybe the both at once, how would it feel? How many Hunter points would I gain then?' he thought, his eyes shining with an evil glint.

His gaze briefly moved down to Sophie, who was still sprawled mindlessly, and he licked his lips at the promising future he had for her.

'That's… for later.' he thought, finally closing all the tabs.

For now, he planned on heading home and meeting with Claire and Nora.

He left the shop, closing the door behind him.

The air was cool, brushed with the faint scent of freshly baked bread from the nearby stalls.

He still wasn't satisfied with the time he spent with Sophie, and wanted to go back home and bury his cock in the lovely pussies of both Claire and Nora to finish his day.

But as he turned down the familiar path leading to his house, a faint sound reached his ears — a distant shout, muffled at first, but quickly growing louder.

Damien's brow furrowed slightly.

He slowed his pace, his gaze sweeping ahead as he noticed small groups of people rushing about in confusion.

Children were crying, mothers were shouting their names, and the usual calm that filled the village had vanished.

'What's going on?' he thought, his expression darkening slightly.

He took a few more steps forward, and that was when he saw them — several villagers running down the street, their faces pale with fear.

Some were dragging bags, others carried crying children, and the further he looked, the more chaotic everything became.

"Run! Everyone run!" a man shouted from a distance, his voice trembling as he stumbled over his own feet.

"What—?" Damien muttered under his breath, his steps quickening instinctively. His eyes darted around, scanning the panicked crowd. The air itself felt tense — heavy, almost suffocating — as though the world itself was holding its breath.

He moved through the scattering people, his senses sharp. That was when he heard it — a single voice, clear and sharp amidst the noise.

"It's a beast horde! A beast horde!"

The words struck him like a bolt of lightning. The villagers froze for a brief second, and then the panic doubled.

Damien's heart skipped a beat. "A… beast horde?" he repeated quietly, disbelief flickering across his face.

He knew what a beast horde meant, but for one to actually happen in the village, and now at that?!

He clenched his fists as the sound of chaos rose around him.

A beast horde wasn't something small. It wasn't just one or two monsters breaking through the barrier of the woods.

It was hundreds — maybe thousands — of mana-driven beasts that had lost all reason, attacking everything in sight.

It happened when the mana in the air became unstable, causing wild creatures to lose their minds and enter a frenzy.

When that happened, even the smallest of creatures turned deadly. They became relentless, tearing through homes, people, anything that moved.

But… there hadn't been one in years. Not in this village, and not at this stage in the game.

'No way… this shouldn't be happening,' Damien thought, his jaw tightening.

All around him, people were running now. Some dropped their belongings mid-run, their eyes wide with pure fear. Others were shouting names — loved ones they couldn't find in the chaos.

"Get the children inside!" a woman screamed.

"No, don't go that way, the beasts are coming from the east!" another shouted, her voice cracking.

Damien's gaze snapped toward the direction of the forest beyond the village walls.

Even from this distance, he could feel it — a low rumble beneath his feet, faint but growing stronger with every second.

The ground trembled.

He clenched his fists tighter, his heartbeat quickening. 'They're already close… shit.'

He didn't hesitate any longer. Without a second thought, he dashed forward, pushing through the scattering crowd.

His body moved on instinct, swift and sure, the wind brushing against his face as he sprinted down the familiar streets.

'Aunt… Mom…!' he thought, gnashing his teeth in annoyance.

He didn't fully understand what was happening — not yet — but that didn't matter. He could think later. He could analyze later.

Right now, he had only one thought in his mind, and that was to make sure they were both safe.

Due to his speed, he got home within seconds, and his eyes immediately caught sight of three enormous shapes charging at his house.

His heart skipped a beat—not from fear, but recognition.

'Metal jaw wolves?' he thought, narrowing his eyes.

These weren't ordinary beasts; these were D-rank monsters, each one larger than any normal wolf, their gleaming metallic jaws reflecting the waning light of the day.

From inside the house, faint cries reached his ears, and his heart clenched.

Without hesitation, Damien's hand shot forward, and in a flash, a long silver sword materialized in his grip.

The weapon gleamed unnaturally, catching the light of the setting sun, its surface smooth and impossibly sharp.

The people fleeing around him were too terrified to notice the sudden appearance of his sword, their attention solely on escaping the impending horde.

Damien's movements were precise and fluid, honed from countless battles and experiences, each step closing the distance between him and the monstrous threat.

The speed at which he had drawn the sword from his inventory was instantaneous; no ordinary person could have detected the shift, let alone the panicked villagers.

'Elemental control: fire!' he thought, feeling the surge of mana thrumming through his veins.

As he focused, the silver blade was suddenly enveloped in bright, hot flames.

The air shimmered with heat, and the metal of the wolf jaws glinted even more ominously.

Damien's grip on the sword tightened as he assessed the three wolves charging toward the door of his home.

With a swift motion, he swung the blazing blade in a wide, arcing slash.

The flames roared as they extended beyond the sword, forming a blazing crescent of fire.

The three D-rank wolves collided with it at full speed, and the impact was devastating.

The red-hot flames cut cleanly through the beasts, slicing them into halves with precision that left no chance for escape.

The fire roared around the severed limbs, and the smell of charred flesh and scorched fur filled the air.

The wolves didn't even have time to scream; their bodies fell in silence, perfectly roasted by the flames, and the ground trembled slightly from the force of their death.

Damien didn't even bother to glance at his kill before charging forward, bursting the door to his house open.

Claire and Nora's figures immediately appeared before him, the both of them standing terrified at a corner of the living room.

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