NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 314 314: The Hunt - 2

The moment the wild creature was but a few feet from his concealed position, he emerged and lunged at it.

His gaze burned with a savage killing intent previously unseen. It was as if an inner beast, ravenous for bloodshed, had taken hold of him.

Summoning all his might, he charged the boar, dagger aimed forward for an instant kill.

Regrettably, Oliver had underestimated the boar's reaction speed. It detected him before his strike landed. Instead of piercing its flesh, the boar twisted its body, charging Oliver with its formidable tusks leading the assault.

"Damn it!" Oliver swore under his breath, rolling away to evade the charge.

The boar slammed forcefully into the tree trunk with a loud crack. A sharp pain shot through Oliver's body from the abrupt collision, yet he pressed on. He immediately rose and charged forward once more.

"ROOOAAAARRRRR!"

The boar issued a furious roar, charging Oliver again, desperate to impale him with its tusks.

However, Oliver was resolute in ending this swiftly. He sidestepped, allowing the boar to rush past him unharmed. As its back was exposed, he leaped atop the creature, driving the dagger deep into its back.

A shrill cry echoed through the forest as the boar thrashed violently beneath him, its blood erupting everywhere.

"Fuck!" Oliver shouted, struggling to maintain his position. "Why won't it die?"

The boar began to thrash wildly, attempting to dislodge him. Oliver, however, continued his relentless stabbing, fighting to stay mounted. Blood flowed from its wounds, splattering onto him, and the overpowering stench made him gag.

The scent of blood, raw flesh, and death permeated the forest air. It filled his lungs with every breath, lingering in his senses as if to sear itself into his memory.

Each second felt like an eternity as he clung on, exerting all his strength and energy to remain atop the bucking boar. Every movement sent agony through his body, but he ignored the pain, stabbing continuously until, after a few torturous moments, the beast finally collapsed.

Its body convulsed for a few seconds before falling still.

A wave of relief washed over Oliver. The adrenaline coursing through him began to fade, his racing heart slowing. The blood, previously gushing from its wounds, trickled to a stop, forming a dark red pool beneath the now motionless carcass.

"Holy hell," Oliver gasped, sweat streaming down his face as he released the dagger and sank to his knees. His chest heaved as he stared wide-eyed at the lifeless form below.

He could scarcely believe his actions. The reality of it felt so distant that he questioned if it was truly happening.

After all, only the previous night, he had been sleeping soundly in his bed, his loved ones nearby, enveloped in the warmth and safety of their home. Now, here he was, splattered with blood, a dead animal beside him.

"I actually killed it..." Oliver murmured in disbelief, taking deep breaths. A sense of pride bloomed within him for completing his first task, even though it proved far more challenging than anticipated. Yet, whatever had transpired no longer mattered; only his success in accomplishing it without faltering was important.

But as the adrenaline subsided, Oliver's elation shifted. He turned and spotted a figure observing him from a distance.

It was a tall, powerfully built man, clad only in a loincloth, carrying a bow. His skin was darkened by years under the sun, his deep-set eyes piercing, almost predatory. Not an ounce of excess weight marred his muscular physique, just pure, solid muscle stretching from his thick shoulders to his broad chest and down to his defined abdomen.

"Great," Oliver muttered to himself. "Now what?"

The man afforded him no time to react, drawing an arrow and firing it directly at his head.

"Ack!" Oliver yelped, ducking to dodge the projectile. He then seized the dagger that had fallen near the boar, gripped it tightly, and charged the assailant.

After all, fleeing from a man armed with a bow and arrows was futile. It would be foolish even to consider it. Moreover, even if Oliver somehow managed to evade every arrow, he knew he would quickly become exhausted. And then what? The outcome would be the same as if he hadn't even attempted to escape.

Therefore, Oliver resolved to fight back. He needed to eliminate this man before he himself met his end.

As Oliver advanced, the man unleashed another arrow, narrowly missing a direct hit to his stomach. Fortunately, a slight body shift allowed it to merely graze past him. However, this sudden maneuver caused Oliver to stumble, nearly falling. He swiftly recovered, rolling forward just in time to evade a subsequent arrow.

"Blast it!" Oliver grumbled internally as he charged the man once more, his blade slashing towards the man's midsection.

The man reacted with impressive speed, evading the strike. He then countered, swinging a club with the intention of striking Oliver's face.

"Urgh!" Oliver grunted, attempting to dodge the forceful blow, but he wasn't fast enough. The club connected with his shoulder, sending agonizing pain through his body and throwing him off balance.

Undaunted, Oliver surged forward again, plunging his dagger into the man's thigh.

"Gahh!" The man shrieked in pain as blood erupted from the wound, splattering onto Oliver's face.

It wasn't a fatal blow, and the man retaliated fiercely, striking Oliver's temple with his elbow, momentarily stunning him.

Oliver's vision swam, but he compelled himself to remain focused, acutely aware that a single misstep could lead to his demise. He swung his dagger once more. This time, the man couldn't prevent the blade from finding its mark. With a sickening sound, the dagger embedded itself deep into his side, eliciting another pained groan.

Instead of withdrawing the weapon and retreating, Oliver chose to saw the blade horizontally through the flesh, opening a gaping wound in the man's abdomen. He then released the dagger and stepped back.

Blood poured from the horrific gash, staining the ground. The man gasped, struggling for breath as he collapsed onto his knees, desperately clutching his entrails spilling onto the grass.

The sight left Oliver gasping for air.

A tumultuous mix of feelings overwhelmed him as he gazed down at the man, whose life was ebbing away before him. The man's eyes were pools of agony and hatred, his mouth emitting incoherent sounds. His expression was a mask of pure fury directed at Oliver.

Oliver clenched his jaw, glaring at the dying man with profound disgust at his own actions. Yet, he couldn't fault himself; the man had attempted to end his life first. Self-preservation had left him no choice but to retaliate and take the man's life.

He felt no pride in having taken another's life in cold blood, but it had been a stark necessity. Had the situation been reversed, Oliver knew the man would have acted without hesitation.

The man's movements soon ceased as the immense blood loss claimed him. His limbs went limp, and he slumped sideways onto the ground.

"God..." Oliver whispered, exhaling a shaky breath. "What in the world is happening..."