Luna stood frozen outside the wooden house, her heart racing and aching.
All those cheeky moans, her husband's laugh, those sluts' zesty tones—
She took a step back, and then another... before walking away from the house.
Eventually, she found herself at the far edge of the village—where her mother's house still stood, long abandoned since her death nine years ago.
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Holy shit, that dude's a fucking bum... To think he'd cheat on a beauty with ugly sluts. Just a bit away from Luna's mother's abandoned house stood a short, black-haired kid with a smirk.
'Well, thanks for the opportunity... Max' He muttered with a smug grin.
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Some time ago...
"All right, that's it for today." Luna clasped her hands together, though her eyes drifted elsewhere. Zeta simply nodded.
And after that, Luna left the house, her mind clearly preoccupied as she silently walked off.
Hm... Why do I have this pleasant feeling like I'm about to score something good? Zeta thought, walking up to the wooden wardrobe in his room and changing into a fresh outfit.
His clothes consisted of a cream-colored linen tunic that reached just below his waist, paired with light brown trousers tied with a simple cloth sash.
"Now this is some good shit." Muttering to himself, he stepped out, glancing around in all directions to ensure no one saw him leave. Then, he quietly followed Luna.
Damn, why she walking like she got no soul—like an aimless body, he thought, watching her slowly moving figure, her swaying hips lacking all awareness of her surroundings.
"Ohh, Zeta!? What are you doing out here in the evening? And where's your dad?"
Just then, a random villager walked up to Zeta, smiling down at him.
"Ah, I was just exploring the village... My momma and dad are busy making dinner, sooo..." Zeta replied instantly, his tone that of a curious, innocent child.
"Aww, you wanted to explore? Quite a curious child you are," the man chuckled.
"Yes, and please don't tell my mom... she'll scold me!"
Making a puppy face, Zeta dashed off.
Tsk, how bothersome... He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Being from the Darkstone family—one of the wealthiest in Blackvale Village and known by all—Zeta had to be cautious. Everyone recognized him, and any slip-up might ruin everything.
Shit, where is she? Losing sight of Luna made his annoyance spike even more.
God, I'll just head to her house... Ain't no way I won't find her there.
He took off with a dash.
Even if it was pure instinct, he'd never ignore it. In his past life, when seducing MILFs left and right, that very instinct had saved him countless times from getting caught by returning husbands.
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Present.
The door creaked open as Luna walked inside the old wooden hut, her eyes slightly red from a mix of anger and sadness.
"Sigh..."
She exhaled deeply and walked up to the bed where she and her mother used to sleep.
Sitting down, she stared at the ceiling, her mind clouded by her husband's words... and how he was openly cheating.
"What am I even doing now...?" she whispered.
A question she'd never dared to confront before now flooded into her chaotic mind.
Why was she still with him? Why had she given him so many chances—even giving him a green light to cheat outside their home?
Was it fear? The fear of being alone again after her parents died?
Was it the status and power she gained by being the wife of the village head?
Was it the faint, desperate hope that maybe, one day, he'd change?
She didn't know. Or maybe, she didn't want to know.
She turned her head to the window—night had fully fallen.
"Huh?"
Just then, something slipped out from her pocket.
It was a white handkerchief.
"Isn't this his...?" she muttered, recognizing it. A figure emerged in her mind—Zeta.
The boy who'd been leering at her body. Flirting with her. Saying things a child shouldn't say.
He was unlike her husband. Even though he was just a kid, he never acted like one. His eyes... they had a depth, a maturity no child should possess.
He gave her attention her husband hadn't in years. The lust in his eyes reminded her that there was once a time she was admired— wanted.
She slowly lay down on the bed, a small tear slipping down her cheek.
"H-Huh...? Am... Am I crying?"
She questioned herself.
She wasn't especially sad about her husband trying to sell their home. Nor was she heartbroken about him cheating...
So why was she crying?
Was it because she had given so many chances to a man who never deserved them?
Was it the helplessness of knowing she couldn't do anything to stop him?
Was it the betrayal?
The raw sting of being cheated on inside her own home?
But... hadn't she told him it was okay to cheat— just not there?
So what was the difference?
She didn't know. But the weight of her tears brought questions she had never dared ask—until now.
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Meanwhile, outside the hut, Zeta sat perched in a tree, watching her through the window.
"Heh... her downfall is now just a pinch away," Zeta muttered, an arrogant smirk spreading across his face.
He had deliberately ensured that every time he leered at her body, she noticed. Every flirt, every stolen glance—he made sure she felt special.
"Women... They all love attention. And making them feel special? That's literally half the work I did in my previous life to snatch those busty MILFs from husbands who didn't give them time, love, or any damn attention."
He smirked, his gaze drifting upward to the dark sky, reminiscing.
"Shit, my dick is hard as fuck."
Grabbing his trousers, he adjusted himself, hiding the bulge that grew from remembering his past— a guy who had sex every day, with different women.
Fucking A on Sunday.
Fucking B on Monday.
He was living the life most men of culture/horni people dreamed of having.
"I guess it's time for me to forget my past and recreate what I had in this world— Full of busty MILF's, magic, DILF's.."
He stood up, cracked his neck, and sighed with satisfaction, both from watching his target crumble and the physical relief.
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