Chapter 138 Milfs and Gilfs
Chapter 138 Milfs and Gilfs
Iryoku was sleeping peacefully.
“Mmmnn… pup… chu… chu… gush… gush…”
Those strange, wet, messy sounds leaked into his fading awareness, each one thick with heat.
A warm, slow, delicious pressure spread through his lower body—almost rocking him deeper into sleep instead of waking him.
Somewhere close—right beside him—soft, hot breaths brushed his skin.
Breathy whispers tangled together over his lower body.
And in that hazy half-sleep, his body tightened—then he let go, releasing something as he drifted even deeper.
“…hey… you’re taking everything… give me a little…”
“…it’s a lot, you know—he always releases too much…”
“…it’s standing again… my turn, I want to drink more…”
“…shh… let him sleep more…”
He was half-asleep—too heavy, too drained to move. Even when he tried to peel his eyes open, they refused to obey. His whole body felt pinned under warmth, swallowed by it. And honestly… he wanted that. Wanted to drop back into that heat, into those wet, muffled sounds.
His breathing stayed slow, steady…
…and he slipped right back under, sinking into the dark again.
Then he opened his eyes.
He felt fully rested—light, almost refreshed in a way that didn’t make any damn sense.
Blinking, he looked around and realized he was inside the armored carriage.
It was quiet.
Empty.
He was completely naked. His friend was standing stiff, throbbing faintly… almost clean, just a little slick of cowper still oozing from the tip.
“Those girls,” he chuckled, remembering the feeling of his soul being sucked out of him while he slept.
Iryoku stretched, then quickly began pulling his clothes and armor back on. As he tightened the last strap, he suddenly caught voices from outside… mixed with a sharp spike of killing intent.
His instincts snapped awake.
Enemy?
He moved instantly, rushing toward the entrance of the carriage—
—and stopped dead.
What he found wasn’t an ambush.
It was a standoff.
Outside, all the girls stood together on one side, shoulder to shoulder, glaring daggers at Katherine. Katherine stood alone opposite them, arms crossed—calm, but radiating a quiet, controlled threat. The tension was so thick it felt like the air itself had weight.
Alessandra stood at the front of the group, posture rigid, staring up at Katherine with open suspicion.
Even though Katherine was slightly taller but slimmer in build, Alessandra looked ready to swing first—
like she was facing off against a man she fully intended to fight.
“What’s going on, girls?” Iryoku asked, stepping out. “What’s the problem?”
The moment the girls saw him, they all stopped glaring at Katherine and moved toward Iryoku at once, talking over each other.
Yumi got there first, pointing an indignant finger at Katherine.
“Iryoku! This guy wouldn’t let us go outside! Who does he think he is?! We just wanted to get food for you!”
Reika jumped in right behind her, voice sharp and irritated.
“Seriously—does he think wearing a mask makes him look cool or something? Ugh… what a weirdo. What a conceited person.” She sneered openly.
Alessandra opened her mouth to add something… but the moment Iryoku’s eyes landed on her, she froze and swallowed the words.
Agnes stepped forward next, frowning deeply.
“We don’t trust this person, Iryoku… not at all.”
Iryoku was about to speak, but Katherine cut him off.
“I’m not here to make friends,” she said—her voice still carrying that deep, masculine tone. “Iryoku... Taiyou, we need to discuss our next move. You told me you wanted to kill the king and his sons, and then ensure you and your women return home safely. Is that correct?”
The girls reacted immediately—
but Agnes reacted the most.
Even though she was already Iryoku’s woman—claimed by him, loyal to him—something twisted sharply inside her chest.
She already knew he intended to kill them. She already hated them herself.
But hearing someone talk so plainly about plotting to kill her blood family…
It still felt strange.
Like an old scar being pressed until it hurt again.
Katherine continued smoothly, not noticing their expressions.
“As of right now, you and your wives are wanted as criminals by the entire human kingdom. That means moving openly will be difficult. But if you and I go alone, moving quietly… we should be able to eliminate them without too much trouble. I’m the only one here who can match your speed and dexterity.”
The girls reacted again—
but this time, completely differently.
For a brief second, they all felt a flicker of shyness… at being openly acknowledged as Iryoku’s wives.
Even Alessandra, who tried to keep a straight face, felt a guilty little flutter of pleasure in her chest.
But that feeling vanished the moment Mr. K continued speaking—
and made it sound like he was the only one strong enough to stand beside Iryoku.
As if the rest of them were weak.
As if they were a burden.
A wave of irritation passed through the group.
Katherine pressed on, turning her attention fully to Iryoku:
“And now,” she said calmly, “you should tell me where your home is located. If we know the exact place, we can chart a path to return you there.”
Once again, all the girls turned toward Iryoku.
Reika let out a soft chuckle, like someone had just delivered a punchline.
“That’s why you should always read the fine print.”
Yumi leaned closer to her, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear,
“I think Iryoku totally tricked this guy…”
Agnes nodded, already used to this side of him.
“Well, he always tries to squeeze out every benefit he can… even if it’s at someone else’s expense.”
Alessandra sighed—half annoyed, half amused.
“That’s typical of him.”
The girls all nodded together, perfectly in sync.
Even Katherine—despite her serious, stoic, male facade and her usual indifference to insults—felt something unpleasant twist in her chest at their comments.
A sharp, unexpected annoyance… and a flicker of hesitation about the deal she’d made with Iryoku.
She glanced at him—only to find him smiling back with that wide, smug grin—then turned her glare right back at the girls.
Once more, Katherine and the girls exchanged sharp, tension-filled glances.
Finally, Iryoku lifted both hands.
“Okay, time out. First, you girls need to know something.”
He stepped beside Katherine, his hand moving quickly—clearly intending to slap her butt.
But Katherine reacted instantly, catching his wrist mid-motion.
“What are you doing?” she snapped, her voice sharp and edged.
All the girls froze, eyes widening…
Then their expressions twisted—confusion turning into outrage—
first because Iryoku had very clearly tried to smack this guy’s ass,
and then because this guy had grabbed Iryoku’s wrist, even though Iryoku had obviously been the one provoking it.
Iryoku, completely unfazed, continued:
“This sweet ass belongs to a girl. And her name is Katherine.”
“Ehhhhhhhh?!” all the girls exploded at once.
“Ohhhhh…”
Their eyes swept over Katherine again—her sharper jawline partly hidden by the mouth mask, the masculine posture, the scarred but handsome features. The wide hat, the long cloak, even the loose clothes—everything about her outfit seemed deliberately chosen to hide any feminine traits.
But now that they were actually looking, they finally noticed the subtle softness beneath the facade.
The four girls exchanged glances… then nodded in unison.
“Figures,” Yumi muttered, scratching her head. “I was wondering why Iryoku would let someone like that stay so close to us. Of course it had to be a girl… but why? You already have us…”
Reika sighed. “So all that tension was for nothing.”
Then she shot Iryoku a sharp glare. “You really are insatiable and greedy… If you needed to slap a butt, why not just slap mine?”
Agnes leaned in a little, studying Katherine with a curious tilt of her head.
“But why hide it? Is there a reason?”
Even with everything out in the open, Alessandra—arms crossed—kept her glare locked on Katherine, her eyes fixed on the hand still wrapped around Iryoku’s wrist.
“Can you stop holding his wrist? If you hurt his hand…”
“Anyway… Kat.”
Iryoku turned toward her.
Katherine met his gaze. “…Is Kalev.”
Her tone was firm—defensive even—but when her eyes locked with his, there was a faint softening the other girls didn’t miss.
“…Katherine,” Iryoku insisted.
She inhaled, then finally released his hand.
When she exhaled, her voice slipped back into its natural feminine register.
“…I’m listening.”
Iryoku’s expression turned serious.
“Well… the truth is, we—all of us except Agnes—come from a different world. We’re not from here. So what I’m trying to say is…”
His mouth curled into a wide, playful smirk.
“…we’re hoping you can help us find a way back. And be our bodyguard and helper… just like in our pact. Until then.”
His face hardened again at the end.
Katherine blinked slowly.
“You’re joking… right?”
Iryoku answered flatly:
“No. That’s the truth.”
Katherine exhaled sharply, dragged a hand down her face, and sank to the ground with a groan.
“Ahh… this is the worst…”
Iryoku smirked immediately.
“Hey, don’t worry. If it’s too much, just ditch us and go back to your city. You know—back to those slaves you rescued. Go say hi to Goka and that giant baldy boxer guy…”
He smiled like an innocent, pure-hearted young man who definitely wasn’t being a little shit while pointing out everything he did for her.
Katherine clicked her tongue.
“I get it…”
Her mind raced through everything Iryoku had helped her accomplish—saving Goka Moto, freeing the slaves, killing Alexander, destroying his influence, avenging her people… even saving her life more than once.
She let out a long sigh.
“Of course I can’t do that. I’ll honor our agreement. That’s why I came here.”
Then she suddenly stood and grabbed Iryoku by the collar, yanking him close.
“But I want you to understand something.”
Instantly, the girls flared with killing intent again—
a wave of hostility sharp enough to cut stone.
Katherine didn’t flinch.
“I’m here to fulfill the deal. Nothing more. So do not try to touch me again. Understood?”
Her voice was low, steady, unmoving.
Iryoku lifted his hands.
“Okay, buddy, you don’t have to take it so hard. I won’t touch you again… ever.”
He was smiling, but the tone beneath it was actually serious.
Katherine raised a brow at that.
Iryoku gave a smug grin anyway and brushed imaginary dust off his clothes, subtly signaling for her to let go and back off.
She finally released him.
Then she fell silent.
For a moment, something felt… off.
She shook her head, as if trying to shove the feeling away, trying to focus on anything else.
Another world?
Her gaze dropped. A thought rose—something old, buried.
She closed her eyes, digging deep into a memory she hadn’t touched in ages.
“Mmm… I remember,” she murmured. “A long time ago, when I was a little…”
She hesitated.
“...girl.”
The pause made all the group lean in slightly.
“There was a legend,” Katherine continued slowly, “about a special place blessed by Mother Earth. Supposedly… people from another realm came from there. Or something like that.”
The girls all reacted—eyes widening, tension rippling through them.
Iryoku gave a thumbs-up.
“See? You’re already breaking my expectations. So what else is there to it, dear Kat?”
Katherine shrugged, ignoring the “dear.”
“That’s all there is to it.”
Iryoku’s smirk faded into a frown.
“…That’s it?”
“What do you expect?” Katherine shot back. “I heard that story almost fifty years ago.”
“Wait—she’s even older than me?” Agnes blinked, genuinely surprised.
The half-elf princess was forty-five herself, so hearing someone who looked that young casually surpass her age actually made her pause.
Katherine—this supposedly twenty-something-looking demihuman catgirl—tilted her head.
“I’m sixty, actually.”
Iryoku’s thoughts stalled for a full second.
Sixty? Agnes is forty-five… so yeah, she’s a milf. She literally produces milk from her tits… yeah,
his eyes drifted to Agnes’s soft, motherly hips and big breasts,
that checks out. Even though she looks like she’s in her early twenties.
Then his gaze slid to Katherine.
And Kat looks like she’s in her twenties too… maybe late twenties… white hair, short hair… that juicy, plump ass, small tits… and she did say something about Goka and Moto being her children?… probably figuratively, since none of them look related. Goka looks like a young adult, but that bald guy looks old as hell… yeah, fits…
His lips twitched—his brain running filthy calculations with genuine enthusiasm.
“…If Agnes is a milf… then Kat is what’s known as a gilf,” he muttered, sounding oddly scholarly for a moment.
Then he broke into a low, satisfied chuckle.
“Nice.”
Reika, Yumi, and Alessandra all frowned at him at the exact same time, entirely unimpressed with where his brain had gone.
Agnes and Katherine just stared at him—confused, unsure whether they were being complimented, insulted, or something in between. They exchanged a small glance, silently asking each other:
…what the hell is a “gilf”? A “milf”?