“A pack of beasts attacked the village. They weren’t creatures living in this area but a group traveling from far away. They suddenly rushed in and turned the village into a wasteland.”

“Oh, how terrible……”

“They devoured everything alive — people and livestock. There wasn’t even time to fight back. The chief was on his way back from praying in the cave at that time, and he barely managed to escape after being mauled by them.”

“What about you then, Murat? Since you weren’t injured, I suppose you safely avoided it?”

“The warriors and I were on an expedition to mine rock salt. If we had been there, we wouldn’t have suffered so miserably…… Total annihilation, this is too desperate a situation.”

After hearing the story, the village scenery looked different. What had felt like emptiness was actually due to the many broken places scattered throughout. Murat’s work was also focused on repairing the damage. He was fixing wooden tools whose purposes Riena couldn’t quite understand.

Even hearing directly that the tribespeople had been massacred, Riena couldn’t believe it. In the era she lived in, she had never heard of an entire village being swept away by a pack of beasts. Maybe if it were plague or war, but an attack by wild beasts.

“Everyone really died? Except for twelve people?”

She asked again carefully with a mourning heart. He slowly nodded.

“The chief was severely injured but alive until Riena came. But he devoted his remaining life to attempt sorcery. Sorcery to summon you.”

Murat revealed everything smoothly without any sign of trying to hide it. The same was true regarding sorcery. He didn’t seem worried that Riena might return to her original world after hearing this story.

Was she being careless by meekly accepting his kindness? Unlike plundered goods, he might think a gift from the gods wouldn’t run away on its own. He might regard it as willingly bestowing grace.

Or was it simply a situation where escape was truly impossible? Everywhere she looked, there was only untouched nature. Even thinking about it briefly, that seemed more plausible. Where could she possibly go in these vast mountains and plains, wearing sandals that made walking difficult?

The concept of sorcery also felt vague and unsettling. Maybe it was something that couldn’t be resolved even if fully understood—just as Murat continued to explain with ease.

“Do you remember the moment when the gift of the gods appeared in the cave and we received you? At that time outside, the chief became the medium for sorcery and died.”

This sorcery was certainly more significant than she thought.

“Sacrificing his life for me……?”

Also, she couldn’t understand at all why they had brought her.

She had been denying reality all along because falling into this place was so absurd and nonsensical. Now that she was finally ready to seriously accept it, only desperate stories were pouring out from the start.

“Why me of all people? What do you plan to do after calling me?”

“The chief seems to have chosen to give us the gift of the gods rather than himself who would only be a burden with his serious injuries. I don’t know why it’s you. He only said he hoped you would save our tribe.”

“How could I do that?”

“The chief told us to mate with you and plant traces of this place in your body. Even without those words, I wanted to hold you from the beginning.”

Riena’s face turned pale. So this was why the eleven men in the cave had smeared s*men all over her body. It must have been an attempt to plant traces.

Murat, the man who had left the most traces on her and ej*culated as if pouring deep into her p*ssy, calmly concluded the story.

“What’s certain is that you’re a precious being. We will all serve you preciously. So why don’t you relax and think about other things gradually?”

The meaning of serving would surely be enjoying s*x with everyone. Now that she knew the circumstances, it would obviously become a position where she could hardly pretend ignorance anymore.

After finishing the repair, Murat found another task. He brought out loads of clothes from the house and dried them in the sun. Judging the sizes by eye, many didn’t fit his build. Clothes that seemed to belong to women or children — were they clothes worn by dead family members?

The weight of change she had to bear was considerable, but Murat’s situation didn’t seem comfortable either.

Her train of thought kept changing. Looking back, it was difficult to dismiss the twelve warriors as a barbaric group that called women to use them as s*xual playthings solely to satisfy their own desire.

They hadn’t roughly handled a woman’s body and had respected Riena’s choices. At the funeral too, they had clearly shown signs of trying. When she showed fear when they gathered as if bewitched by the scent of milk, they tried not to approach further.

‘Am I only looking at the positive side too much? In the end, I came here regardless of my will.’

But if asked whether she wanted to live in a strange world, absolutely not. She wanted to return to her house in Harriton City right away. She wanted to go there and soak in a bathtub filled with warm water, forgetting all the events of this place.

‘Still, there was one thing good enough that I wouldn’t want to forget.’

The extreme pleasure she felt in Murat’s arms wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Though she had suffered to the point of thinking she might die, only thrilling memories remained after it passed.

She felt another strange sensation. Even though this was a situation where she could hate every experience to the point of trembling, she found herself unknowingly trying to find the good points of this place. She was confused whether this was a normal train of thought or if she had really melted away from Murat’s kindness and bedtime.

Riena couldn’t calm the confusion in her head at all.

2. The Milk That Men Drink

Around sunset, Riena was carried by Murat to the neighboring house.

The owner of the house was Saya. Since it was the house where the previous chief lived, it looked better than Murat’s house. Leather was spread widely on the floor. They had removed windbreaks from other places that had become empty houses and used them as carpet substitutes for her.

Another person besides Saya welcomed her as she looked around nervously, unable to hide her tension. It was a man named Rud, the youngest and most cute-looking among the warriors. Though his face looked young, she had heard he was an adult with excellent hunting skills. His harmless-looking image lowered her guard, so he was chosen for this meeting.

The two men stood on opposite sides with the hearth in the middle, welcoming her. Rud greeted her cheerfully while Saya simply bowed briefly.

“Welcome, Lady Riena.”

“Yes…… Rud. And Saya.”

It was the first time she had called their names directly. Her heart beat restlessly, but she tried not to show it and kept her mouth shut. Though it was a meeting with a purpose, the outward atmosphere seemed like a calm dinner gathering.

After finishing the funeral and returning, the warriors had held a meeting without her. There were many opinions that rushing in bewitched by the scent of milk was undesirable. Her fragrance was attractive and exciting, but they were convinced that if they couldn’t control themselves and satisfied their s*xual desires carelessly, the precious gift from the gods would die within days.

So they decided to take turns getting used to the scent. Since Murat, who had been with her all along, could endure excitement even when smelling the scent, they decided that others should also have time together with her.

Murat acted as her guard and sat together for dinner. Perhaps because everyone had prepared mentally beforehand, the atmosphere was quite peaceful and warm. Saya served Riena meat from the best parts in a large bowl, and Rud offered fruit similar to strawberries he had picked from the forest.

Thanks to the scent of milk, both men’s complexions occasionally hardened, but it passed reasonably smoothly.

Though she occasionally showed a smiling face, her heart wasn’t comfortable at all. She could barely eat and focused only on managing her expression. A bigger ordeal was waiting after the meal.

“What should we do since Lady Riena ate so little?”

Saya approached with a face full of worry. Murat sat close beside her and glanced at the bowl whose amount hadn’t decreased.

“She ate even less than this morning.”

“I’m full enough. I ate deliciously and well.”

The men repeatedly urged her to eat. But when Riena declined again, they showed disappointed expressions and moved to the bed. It was a position where she leaned against Murat’s back with the two men surrounding her in front. Riena closed her eyes tightly with uncomfortable feelings.