Only I love Milfs: Transmigrated to a World Where Milfs are Hated

Eren let out an agonized cry, his voice tearing through the air and echoing sharply off the tavern walls. The sound pierced the usual calm, sending Mira bolting from the kitchen towards the yard.

"Eren! Eren! Are you alright?" Mira's voice trembled with urgency as she hurried outside, her footsteps frantic against the wooden floorboards.

Meanwhile, the searing pain that had ripped through Eren's head and cascaded violently down his body began to ebb away as quickly as it had come. He glanced down, startled to see his shirt soaked crimson, blood seeping heavily from his nose.

Frantically, Eren pressed his fingers beneath his nose, desperate to staunch the flow. It did little to help.

His heart skipped when he heard Mira approaching, her voice filled with worry.

'Oh no. Aunt Mira can't see me like this,' he thought, panic surging through him.

Quickly turning his back toward the approaching footsteps, Eren forced steadiness into his voice. "I'm fine, Aunt Mira! It's nothing serious—some logs fell on my legs, that's all. I yelled before I even realized it wasn't that bad. Everything's alright now."

Mira slowed her pace, her hand clenched tightly to her chest, anxiety etched plainly on her face.

"Are you sure you're okay, Eren? Does your leg hurt badly? I can help carry you back to your room if it's too painful. And please, don't feel embarrassed—I'm your aunt. You can always come to me," Mira said gently, her voice soft and filled with genuine concern as she drew closer.

Eren raised a reassuring hand, signaling her to stop.

"I'm really fine, Aunt Mira. I'll come straight back to the tavern after chopping this wood. If there's anything else you need, just let me know," Eren replied calmly, wiping the blood discreetly from his nose. Turning his head slightly, he offered a warm, confident smile as if nothing had ever happened.

Seeing Mira's troubled expression stirred warmth within him, a comforting reminder that someone in this vast world genuinely cared for him.

His gaze softened as he noticed her clothing was disheveled—the cloth beneath her apron had loosened and threatened to fall, evidence of her frantic rush to reach him the moment she heard his cries. The realization touched Eren deeply, reminding him of the love he still had, despite the painful memories of losing his parents long ago.

He felt an overwhelming urge to cry, to embrace her tightly and openly express his gratitude and love. Yet, something held him back—not because he didn't cherish her as family, but because something else urgently required his attention. Reluctantly, he turned away, offering one last warm smile before resuming his task.

Mira clenched her hands nervously against her chest, not aware of the loosened cloth beneath her apron that threatened to slip.

"Alright. I trust you," she said softly but firmly. "But promise me, Eren—if anything serious happens or even if something hurts just a bit, you'll come straight to me without any excuses. Got it?"

Eren chuckled softly, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Got it, Aunt Mira."

"Hmm," Mira murmured quietly, turning to walk back toward the tavern. Just as she began to move away, Eren's gentle voice called out, stopping her in her tracks.

"Thank you, Aunt Mira," he said softly, warmth resonating in his words, his face still turned away.

Mira paused, turning back toward him with a tender smile. "You don't need to thank family, Eren."

With a reassuring nod, she continued toward the tavern. A sudden awareness drew her attention downward.

'Oh, the sarashi loosened,' she realized, noticing the soft swell peeking from beneath her apron. Gently, she traced her fingers over it, feeling the tender give beneath her touch.

'Ah, you've slipped out again,' she thought with mild amusement. 'I'll have to wrap it tighter next time—or he might've noticed. Although, that boy probably wouldn't care anyway. Not that anyone ever does.'

She sighed lightly, her lips curling into a weak smile, her heart warming again at the comforting thought that atleast her nephew was safe.

On the other hand:

A peculiar screen hovered quietly in mid-air, translucent yet visibly glowing with a faint blue hue before Eren's eyes.

"Hmm... Now, what's this about?" Eren muttered softly, leaning closer to decipher the message.

[SYSTEM RE: ACTIVATED:]

[Host Identity: Eren Voss (Adopted), 18 years old.

Current Location: Hinterland Village.

Current Guardian: Mira Voss, adoptive mother's younger sister.]

[Initial Reward (System Activation): 2 Vitality Pills]

[System Assignment: Learn $#@%^@^$*^&]

[M*$U*#@S^$ : $^%$#@] [C*&^$$@# @#$%!@&@] [@$%^^#@%^&$%]

Before Eren could fully comprehend the cryptic instructions, his hands moved involuntarily. One clenched into a fist, tightly grasping something small yet solid. His other hand opened wide, revealing a slender book resting gently in his palm. The cover bore inscriptions in an ancient, unknown language, intriguing yet undecipherable.

Setting the book aside momentarily, he opened the clenched fist, unveiling two small, dark blue crystals glistening faintly under the ambient glow of the system's display.

Curious, Eren glanced back at the hovering screen, and almost immediately, another message appeared:

[Unknown Pills—Increase Vitality - ??/??]

Eren furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Vitality? Doesn't this guy already have tons of vitality?" he muttered with a smirk, amused by the system's generous offer. He already felt healthy, fit—borderline overcharged compared to the average villager. But something about the words 'vitality boost' tickled his curiosity.

Maybe—it was something more.

Either way, he wasn't about to turn down free power.

"Bon appétit."

He opened his mouth and took one in.

Immersing in the sensation, the pill dissolved on his tongue as if it had been crafted solely for him.

A warm, tasteless energy spread through his body. His entire form began to glow faintly, and golden sparks danced along his veins, briefly surfacing on his skin as he absorbed the power.

It was unlike anything he'd felt in his past two lifetimes.

The warmth slowly faded—but in its place, a surge of energy erupted inside him: vitality.

Suddenly, his entire body felt rejuvenated. He felt like he could do anything. He hadn't had breakfast since morning, and Mira might have forgotten due to the rush—but it didn't matter.

It just felt like his body could rise beyond this world -- he could do anything -- as he turned toward the stack of unchopped woods.

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It had been quite some time since Mira first heard the steady rhythm of wood being chopped in the tavern's yard. At first, she thought Eren had recovered and simply decided to get back to work. But now—hours had passed. And he hadn't taken a single break.

Usually, he pauses after an hour or so... but today? Not even once.

Is this good or bad? Should I be glad he's so energized, or worried he's overdoing it? I can't tell anymore.

Mira sighed.

Meanwhile, in the yard:

Eren continued swinging the axe with relentless focus, chopping one log after another as they lined themselves like a never-ending task.

There was no sign of fatigue on him. None at all.

"I feel like I could do this all day," he muttered with a grin.

"Haha, those vitality ads I used to see back on Earth? They've got nothing on the real deal," he chuckled, splitting another log with ease.

The usual thump of the axe quickened just as a soft, familiar voice called out from the tavern's gate.

"Eren, it's already late in the afternoon. Come eat—customers will start showing up any minute now!"

As he heard this, he turned towards the tavern only to see his aunt in an apron with a sarashi underneath, drenched in sweat from the heat of the kitchen furnace—probably preparing for the evening.

Her sweat originated from her face as it made its way slowly down her neck and then—slid further—into her large, tightly pressed cleavage.

It looked like both sides were fighting for just a single extra centimeter of space, the sarashi squeezing them inward from the front and sides.

The sight shifted Eren's entire perspective on vitality pills—as if a whole new purpose for that energy had just revealed itself.

I want to squeeze in between those breasts. Be it my face—hands—fingers, or... something else.

Eren smirked.

But the smirk faded just as quickly. Reality hit him hard, and he sighed. He knew—no matter how much he desired—it wasn't something he had the courage for. Not yet.

And so, with a deep sigh, he called back to his aunt, "I'll be there in a few."

She gave a small nod and turned back toward the tavern.

"Hah... I'm not even that hungry," he muttered, glancing down at his stomach, "but I guess I still have to eat."

His eyes shifted to the neat pile of chopped wood beside him. "I've chopped enough to keep the tavern going for days."

Then his gaze landed on the rewards again:

"I wonder what this book's for?" he said, turning it in his hands. "I get the pills, sure—but this… Even the writing's weird."

"Hmm.. For now, let's jut tuck it way. It's already late."

He bent slightly, intending to slide the book into his waistband, but paused mid-motion.

"Ah, damn. My clothes—completely soaked in sweat and blood." He winced. "If Mira sees this... I'm dead. She'll take over chopping wood herself."

He shook his head firmly. "No way I'm letting that happen. I'll just sneak inside and wash it myself before she notices."

Eren slipped the remaining pill into the pocket of his pajama pants, then tucked the strange book tightly against his waist. He pulled off his blood- and sweat-soaked top, stuffing it into the waistband beneath his shirt to hide the mess.

With a quick glance at the stacked logs, he tossed them into the worn leather sling, grabbed both ends, and hoisted it over his shoulder.

"Here we go," he muttered, as he made his way toward the tavern gates.

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Entering the tavern, Eren spotted his aunt seated behind the counter, fanning herself with a medium-sized hand fan. Her damp hair clung to her face and neck, a few strands trailing into the curve of her cleavage—giving her an oddly captivating appearance.

"It's hot, isn't it, Aunt Mira?"

"Huh? Oh—Eren! You're back." She smiled warmly, the kind of smile that always felt like home to him. "Thanks for chopping the wood again."

"You don't say thanks in a family, Aunt Mira," Eren replied with a soft chuckle.

Mira didn't respond—just gave him another gentle smile.

Then her eyes narrowed slightly. "Eren... where's your top?"

"Oh, I tucked it into my pajamas. It was getting way too hot out there, and I didn't want to pass out while swinging the axe," he said casually.

"You could've said something. I would've brought you something to wear," Mira said, fanning herself slowly.

"No, it's fine. I actually prefer being topless," Eren replied, his tone casual—but with a meaning Mira didn't catch. And he preferred it that way.

She offered a faint, puzzled smile.

As Eren walked past, carrying the sling of chopped wood toward the kitchen, Mira's eyes trailed after him.—his muscles flexing with every step—defined, toned, and effortlessly powerful.

"Those muscles…" she murmured under her breath. "I've barely seen anyone in this village, not even the adventurers, with that kind of definition. Every time I see them, they just... surprise me."

She watched quietly, her fan slowing as Eren disappeared toward the furnace.

Eren, meanwhile, was too lost in thought to notice.

These vitality pills from the system... they really are a game changer.

But still--There's a feeling—quiet but constant—like the world is holding its breath, teetering on the edge. One blink, and everything could change.

This system, this second chance... A guardian who cares, a quiet life… it feels too perfect. Too precise. and yet, there's this feeling--something's wrong. I can't shake it. 

It's like the world is holding its breath.

And I'm the only one who hears it.

A/N:

Hey guys, so while writing this chapter, I got the feeling that things might be moving a bit too fast. There's also a sense that something isn't quite clicking, maybe a few inconsistencies or pacing issues? I can't quite put my finger on it, but if you noticed anything off, like--plot-wise, pacing, or even line-level stuff, I'd really appreciate it if you pointed it out in the comments.

Thanks so much for sticking around through six chapters. Seriously, it means a lot.

See you in the next one.

Peace V