Rework: Transmigrated to a World Where Milfs are Hated-Chapter 26: Small Chat

The women writhed atop Eren—pushing, pulling, bobbing against him as he groaned beneath their weight.

Meanwhile—

"I wonder what they’re doing for this long..."Mira murmured, standing naked in front of the tavern.

"I don’t think Eren’s coming any time soon," Velria said, watching the empty street.

"Yes..." Mira sighed softly.

"Why don’t you open the tavern instead of waiting for him?"

"But..." Mira hesitated, glancing toward the door.

"Don’t worry. Even if he punishes you—"Velria’s hand slipped between Mira’s thighs, gently parting her cunt."—that just means more sex."

Mira’s cheeks flushed deep red, but she didn’t push Velria away.

"Alright..."

"Just make sure to invite me when you’re at it. Or..."Velria cast a teasing glance over her shoulder at Mira, then gestured with a lazy wave."Just leave the bedroom window open while you’re moaning on Eren’s dick. I’ll come running the moment I hear it."

Mira sighed, cheeks warming again."I will. I doubt I’ll be able to satiate that massive thing for a dick anyways."

Velria laughed, her voice light, as she turned away, heading back towards her house.

Mira stood for a moment, watching her go, then exhaled."So... what do I do now?"

She stepped back into the house, slipping on her clothes, straightening them with idle fingers before moving toward the tavern from inside.

"Time to open."With a soft click, she undid the lock, slowly swinging the gate open.

"He didn’t even clean up outside today..." Mira muttered, fingers absentmindedly wiping the tavern counter."He’s changed so much in just one night..." Her voice faltered, brows knitting with quiet confusion."Maybe I shouldn’t have given him my pussy so easily yesterday... Did that really change him?"

She couldn’t answer that.Her gaze drifted downward, eyes fixed on the faint wet patch darkening the fabric between her thighs.

"I don’t know anymore," she murmured, eyes soft now, almost ashamed."I just know that from now on... it feels like I need sex every few hours."

A sigh slipped from her lips as she felt another slow drip against her inner thigh. She pressed her legs together, trembling briefly, and returned to her quiet tasks.

Suddenly, a voice called from outside—

"Mira!"

Mira turned at the familiar tone, recognizing it even before her eyes caught up."Viella?" she answered instinctively.

Viella burst into the tavern, with frantic footsteps, and shallow breath."Mira!"

Mira’s gaze finally locked on her—but then, froze.

"Why are you..." Mira stumbled backward, eyes wide, catching her own voice."Why are you covered in blood?"

"We’ll talk about that later... can you prepare some food for Eren?" Viella asked, her tone oddly calm despite the blood smeared across her body."He told us to get something for him, from the tavern."

"a-... alright." Mira nodded hesitantly, her expression a mix of confusion and growing fear. But she moved anyway, slipping behind the counter and starting to gather ingredients.

As the silence lingered, she glanced over her shoulder."Viella... why are you covered in blood?"

Viella blinked, then looked down at herself as if only now noticing the gore."Oh, this?" She gave a little laugh."Right. Eren gave us the chance to fuck him— if we killed all the soldiers in the village."

Mira froze mid-motion, the ladle slipping from her hand and clattering against the pot.

"Kill?" she whispered, eyes wide.

Viella smiled, as if recounting a simple errand."Yes, kill. We slaughtered them all. Every last one. All for the chance to fuck Eren." Her voice carried no remorse.

"Are you sane, Viella?"

Mira grabbed her shoulder, shaking her firmly.

"The kingdom—the soldiers, the people... If they hear about this, they won’t let us live. Not even in this prison of a village they gave us—" her voice cracked, "—in exchange for over half our crops, hunted meat, and every scrap of precious materials we mine for them."

She tightened her grip, her voice falling low."They’ll hunt us down. Every single one of us."

Viella simply blinked, her face disturbingly calm. She looked off for a second—thinking.

"Oh. Right. We didn’t really think about that part." She shrugged, chuckling.

Mira could only stare at her in disbelief, before letting out a long, defeated sigh.

"So... what the hell are we supposed to do now?" she asked, voice dry.

"What the hell is Eren doing right now?"

Viella only tilted her head, recalling the last memory of the square before her."Well... Eren’s still fucking right now."

"What?" Mira’s voice was filled with bewilderment."We have to leave this place—right now!"

She rushed toward the gate, panic rising in her chest, but Viella grabbed her hand firmly before she could step outside.

"No, don’t." Viella’s voice was steady."I’m sure—looking at Eren and how he does things—I’m certain he has a plan. Definitely a plan. After all this, he said he wanted to free us."

"What? Free us from what?" Mira demanded, still pulling against her grip.

"From this slave life," Viella said, her eyes glinting with faith."From breaking our body just to hand everything over to the kingdom. From working ourselves to exhaustion and giving it all away for free—while they leave us with just enough to survive."

Mira raised her brows, her voice trembling between fear and anger."There’s no ’freeing’ from this life, Viella. We should just be grateful they even let us have this much."

Viella only sighed at Mira’s response—without giving it too much thought.

"I don’t know much either, Mira. I just know this—I need to be ready for my own turn once he’s done with the first batch, or they might just skip me next time."

She looked at Mira, her tone light but pointed.

"Why don’t you focus on preparing the food... and leave all the heavy thinking to Eren?"

With a playful smirk, Viella pressed her hand between Mira’s thighs. Mira stumbled back, face flushed.

"W-What are you—"

Viella leaned in, her voice low.

"Don’t get involved in matters that aren’t yours. Let Eren handle it."

She leaned in further, her voice sultry.

"We just need to worry about keeping this satisfied..."Her hand moved again toward Mira’s crotch, pressing her ample bust against hers with a playful smirk.

"Alright, enough!" Mira stepped back, flustered."I’ll make the food. You just wait outside."

Viella clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"You don’t want this?"

"No!"

"Tch. mood-killer."Viella only strolled toward the hall, dropping herself onto one of the chairs.

"Make it quick, alright? Before Eren’s stamina runs out."

Mira blinked, confused by the statement—though, she nodded anyways.

"It won’t take long. Just a few minutes—it’s mostly ready."

She stirred the pot, focused on the bubbling contents in the kitchen. Outside, Viella sighed—one hand wandering lazily toward her crotch.

"Where’s Eren’s room?" she asked casually.

Mira, still inside the kitchen, snapped back without turning around."Don’t you dare go inside."

Viella only leaned back on the bench, exhaling with a smirk."Why’re you getting so possessive over him? Tch. He’s already turned into the public fuck toy anyway." She rolled her eyes."Just hurry up and finish cooking, please."

Inside the kitchen, Mira stared at the swirling pot—cheeks growing warm with a deepening blush.

Why did I say that...?

Her thoughts tumbled in quiet fluster.

Am I getting obsessed with him?

She pulled away from the steam, trying to shake off the thought.

"No, no... don’t bother, Mira. Focus on this." She centered herself."He’s already your nephew."

Sex is fine.Getting obsessed with him... is not.

She tried to reason with herself—but the heart pounding inside her chest, said otherwise.