Her eyes, once dull and weary, now shone faintly with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

She reached forward, her fingers brushing against the surface of the skinned meat.

Her touch was gentle, reverent even, as if afraid that pressing too hard might somehow ruin the perfection before her.

The flesh was smooth, almost glistening under the shop's warm light. She could see the precision in every line, the clean separation where blade had met muscle. It wasn't just good—it was immaculate.

"Besides…" she murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of awe, "the way they were cut… I've never seen anything skinned this cleanly."

Her brow furrowed slightly as she leaned closer, inspecting the meat.

Even she—after more than ten years working as a butcher—couldn't skin a rabbit this flawlessly.

The lines were neat, the cuts precise, the removal so thorough that the meat almost seemed to shine.

It was beautiful work.

And as a butcher, Sophie understood the weight of that better than most. She could tell when something was done with skill, and this… this was on another level entirely.

She looked back at Damien, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

"Did you…" she began, hesitating slightly, "cut and skin these yourself?"

Damien nodded casually.

"Yeah," he said simply, his tone calm, almost indifferent.

There was no hint of pride in his voice. To him, it really wasn't impressive. He had done it without thought, with the same ease someone might tie their shoes.

He had too many memories, too many lifetimes' worth of experiences.

Butchering, skinning, crafting—these were all things he'd done countless times before. In his mind, this was nothing more than routine. Just another small thing he happened to know how to do.

There were hundreds, if not thousands, of skills stored within his mind—fighting techniques, crafting methods, hunting instincts, all layered over one another like a sea of forgotten knowledge.

So something like this? It was child's play.

Sophie, however, could hardly believe it. She looked at him again, her dark brown eyes narrowing faintly.

'So young… yet already so skillful?!' she thought, her jaw dropping in shock.

She couldn't help but feel a little inferiority and envy flare up within her.

It didn't make sense. His face still carried the softness of youth, and yet the precision of his work—his calm composure—belonged to someone far older, far more seasoned.

Her heart gave a faint, curious flutter.

This wasn't some ordinary boy.

Sophie's expression shifted almost instantly. The look in her eyes softened, and the faint line between her brows eased.

Within a few seconds, the air between them felt warmer—less cautious, more open. The corners of her lips lifted into an inviting smile, one that reached her eyes this time.

She tilted her head slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

"If I may ask…" she began, her voice calm but tinged with curiosity, "where did you learn your skills from?"

Damien's eyes flashed for the briefest moment. The question wasn't unexpected.

Seeing someone like him, it was only natural she would have some questions to ask.

'As expected,' he thought quietly, she started asking questions.

He sighed softly, the kind of sigh that carried a faint weariness more than frustration.

"I've been doing this since I was a kid…" he replied, his tone even, giving nothing away.

"Ohh… okay." Sophie nodded slowly, accepting the answer at face value even though her mind still lingered on it.

There was a short silence—then, as if the thought had burst out before she could stop herself, she said, "Have you considered getting a job… I mean, would you like to work here, with me?"

Her voice carried a touch of enthusiasm she hadn't planned to reveal.

Her eyes brightened as she spoke, shimmering faintly under the light. Then she caught herself, blinking as if realizing she'd just shown too much.

Her excitement was understandable though. Butchering wasn't just her job—it was something she genuinely enjoyed.

There was satisfaction in the rhythm of it: the precision of the knife, the neatness of clean cuts, the quiet skill behind every piece prepared.

It was her craft, her pride—and seeing someone else, especially someone young, display such raw talent stirred something in her.

Part of it was admiration, while the other part was curiosity at how he got this good.

And perhaps, a little desire to work alongside that kind of skill—to see it up close, maybe even learn from it.

Damien's brows lifted slightly at her sudden offer. He didn't seem surprised, only mildly intrigued.

"Let's talk about the price of the meat first," he said, steering the conversation back on track.

Sophie blinked, then chuckled softly, nodding as she exhaled. "Alright," she said. "How much are you asking for them?"

Damien appeared to think for a moment, his gaze on the three rabbits lying neatly on the table. After a short pause, he said, "I'll sell all three for just seventy copper."

In this world, the currency was simple—coins of different metals, each representing a value of trade.

A hundred copper coins made one silver coin, and a hundred silver coins made one gold coin.

Seventy copper for three fanged rabbits… it wasn't an unreasonable price. Instead, it was actually quite cheap compared to how others might sell it.

"Only seventy copper?" she asked again, just to be sure.

"Yes." Damien said, nodding slightly.

"Okay." with that, Sophie went into a wooden door at another end of the room.

When she came back out, she was carry a small brown pouch filled with coins.

She tossed it towards Damien, which he casually caught, the edge of his lips curling up slightly.

"So… my job offer, what do you think about it?" Sophie asked, her eyes shining once again as she stared at Damien.

Although Damien seemed calm, his mind was actually in disarray, calculating how he was going to use this opportunity to get close to this smoking, hot MILF.

Was it to help her with her shop, and work alongside her?

No way!

It was to get the chance to be able to motorboat those huge flesh bags on her chest, and also pound her till she screamed his name!

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