Ever since he walked into the shop, he had been fighting one of the toughest battles ever know to man.

He had been fighting the urge not to ogle at the pair of huge breasts she casually carried around.

He wanted nothing more than to rip off that apron as well as the shirt she was putting on, before kneading those boobs with his fingers.

The thought to it alone made his cock stir within his pants, but he forced it to calm down with all the strength he had in him.

However, he couldn't act too rashly or else he would chase her away.

Even though she just presented the chance he had been looking for in front of him, he couldn't like too desperate for it.

If he did, she would surely find him weird and might even chase him from her shop.

So he instead exhaled, acting like he was in deep thought about the job offer.

"What's the pay going to be?" he asked, turning back towards Sophie.

Sophie placed a hand on his chin, pondering about what kind of play would be suitable enough for someone of Damien's talent to work in her shop.

"Seventy Coppers for at least four hours everyday, per month." she said, softly biting her lips.

She realized how this was actually the highest she could offer the pay, since she wasn't exactly rich herself.

A part of her felt it wouldn't be enough to entice Damien to work for her.

After all, he was extremely talented and good at butchering, she felt he had probably gotten far better offers than this.

Unbeknownst to her, Damien considered the opportunity of being able to rock and fondle her huge tits more than any pay in this world.

Besides, seventy copper per month was actually really good.

An average family of five only needed about fifty copper a month to survive.

A poor family like Damien's barely made twenty copper in a month, so they usually struggled for basic amenities.

Even when Damien was working in the chief's house, he was only getting paid ten copper coins per month.

There were even times when his pay would be delayed or denied whenever Brad threw a tantrum.

But since the chief was the highest power in this village, there was nothing a poor, weak boy like him could do.

So one could see that seventy coppers a month was actually a huge jump for him.

There was also the opportunity to get to spread Sophie's hot, MILF legs and fuck her to his heart's content.

The more he thought about it, the better the prospects of this job seemed to him.

"Fine." he said, his gaze shifting back to Sophie. "I accept the job."

Sophie's eyes immediately brightened like that of a little girl, and Damien could swear she was about to squeal in excitement.

However, she didn't, and instead smiled at him happily.

"Good. Good." she said, nodding her head.

She then scratched her head, remembering she still didn't know the name of the person who was supposed to be working in her shop.

"So… what's your name?" she asked.

"Damien."

"Okay, you can address me as Sophie." she replied, "you can start work tomorrow."

Damien simply nodded, placing the pouch of coins in his pocket.

But unbeknownst to Sophie, the pouch vanished the moment he put it in his pocket, as he stylishly transferred it to his inventory instead.

He then turned around, and was about to leave the shop when the door suddenly opened.

A short, boy walked in, stretching his hands as he yawned lazily.

The boy was very fat, with short, stumpy arms and a huge belly that bulged even from his shirt.

The belly wriggled with each step he took, as if the wads of flesh had a life of their own.

His hair was very greasy, and oily, making it look quite disgusting to look at.

His face was also wide and bloated, almost like a ballon.

He had a pair of small eyes that didn't quite fit on his fat face, along with a small nose and a big mouth.

Damien's eyes twitched the moment he saw this boy, memories replaying in his mind.

He easily recognised him, there was no way he wouldn't.

He was one of those who followed Brad around, licking his boots no matter what he did.

He was also one of the four boys who beat the old Damien to death and even attacked him right after he transmigrated.

Damien hadn't expected to run into him here, and seeing him now, he felt the immense urge to punch his ugly face.

However, he held that urge in, clenching his fists instead.

It was crazy to think such a fellow was the one who gave the old Damien so much trouble in his life, but with the influence of the village chief's son behind him, it was natural the old Damien was helpless.

As Damien was staring at the boy, the latter was also staring at him.

The more he stared at Damien's handsome, almost perfect face, the more the frown on his face deepened.

Before long, his fat face squeezed into a deep frown, and he turned towards Sophie.

"Mom…" he dragged out, pointing rudely at Damien's face.

Due to the height difference between them, he was forced to point upwards, making it seem like he was pointing at the ceiling.

"Who is this idiot, and why is he here… in your shop?" he asked, biting his lips in annoyance as he turned to his mother for answers.

Meanwhile, Damien was shocked by what he just heard, and his eyes widened slightly.

'Wait… mom?! This fat pig is Sophie's son?!' he thought, glancing at the Sophie's beautiful face then back at the boy's ugly, extremely bloated face.

As if to confirm his questions, Sophie smiled warmly at the boy, stretching her hands wide for a hug.

"Wow Pug, you came to my shop today. Now come give mommy a hug." she said, the warm smile on her face growing slightly in excitement.

However, to Damien's surprise, the boy snorted in disgust, turning his gaze away from Sophie.

"Me? Hug you… I will never hug such a disgusting cow like you!"

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