《Chaos Born》


 1. Beginning of a new life

    Hisface scrunched up as he gazed at the holographic panel.


    Yep, there was no mistaking it.


    The change seemed so real that he wished it weren¡¯t.


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    Name: Nero Orias Lilin


    Affinity: Life


    Job: Alchemist


    SP:176


    Charm demon (20%)


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    ¡°What have all my efforts been for all these years?¡±


    Sighing heavily, Nero slumped back onto his worn-out bed, the tired creaking of the wooden frame echoing in the small room. The dim light filtering through the window revealed the exhaustion etched on his face. His mind raced, figuring out how he ended up in this peculiar situation.


    A first-year high schooler who suddenly chanced upon this world. He was a typical reincarnate in this magical world.


    However, there was no truck-kun, the Goddess who gives cheats, the kingdom facing a demon king needing a chosen hero, or any other bullshit that came up as the reason for his rebirth.


    After spending endless hours pondering the matter, Nero resigned himself to the fact that this birth event was something that he was currently incapable of figuring out because of his limited abilities and understanding. So he chalked the whole birth event to an unsolved puzzle in the back of his head, and as for cracking it, he just threw it over the bucket list of things to do in life.


    He had tried, but his memories proved to be his greatest obstacle. The early recollections of his childhood were fuzzy.


    His mind in those times was bouts of consciousness, like a weak flame in the darkness that occasionally flared up. Even simple tasks, like moving his body or forming coherent thoughts, were a hassle for him.


    Reflecting on the past, he struggled to recollect any specific details from his childhood before turning eight.


    Nero concluded that some mishap during his rebirth must be responsible for everything. But in the eyes of everyone in the village, it was enough to pass him off as a total failure, except for his granny.


    She never lost faith in him.


    She brewed some weird potions and fed him regularly, which tasted worse than botaur shit, but hey at least they seemed to do their job.


    By the age of six, he regained his ability to speak and move, resembling a normal child. As he turned eight on the night of the Harvest festival, he experienced a remarkable recovery, with most of his memories from the other world settling in.


    It wasn¡¯t easy nor fast, rather a slow growling process.


    Apart from the shitty start, his life could be considered quite pleasant. His granny, a revered figure in the village, held the esteemed role of main priestess. Devoting herself to the care of the sacred grove, she spent her days teaching the young children or overseeing rituals. Their house, fit for a priestess, stood out as one of the most impressive around the village. Money was never a concern. At least it should have been for Nero, as he hardly remembered a day when he was tight on funds. But we will get to that soon.


    With Granny¡¯s vast collection of books, she made sure he had every opportunity to educate himself, teaching him language, history, healing skills, potion making, and, of course, the boring ass theology. She also revealed her plans to send him to the city to enroll in an academy, so she was never stinky for his education, ensuring he never lacked knowledge.


    He didn¡¯t have any parents in this life, either. But at least he never felt lonely.


    He had his granny. Her presence was a constant comfort for Nero, as for the first time, he felt familial love. Through her tireless efforts to nurse him back to health, she filled his life with knowledge and affection, giving him a sense of belonging.


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    More importantly, this world was filled with magic, dragons soaring through the skies, and terrifying magic beasts roaming the unknown. It¡¯s a place where divine beings exist for real. Yep, the real deal. Not like the fabricated one designed to manipulate the masses from Earth, but true divine deities. Those who could respond to prayers, bless their followers, perform miracles, and also punish the evildoers.


    Yeah, He wasn¡¯t buying the good god part much, but Nero was convinced they were real after getting up close and being an active part of the blessings.


    It wasn¡¯t all sunshine and rainbows. Humans had a high mortality rate and an average lifespan, reaching merely sixty-five for civilian people. The reality that this was happening in a world with great healing magic and a decently developed medicinal field showed the dire states.


    The different religions were also spreading their influence among the masses, each vying to prove their divine god¡¯s unrivaled benevolence as the ultimate savior of humanity.


    These Religions, alongside Nobles and Ascenders, held a firm grip on human society. Be it wealth, laws, culture, or morality, they decided and shaped it.


    In short, they were the bigwigs who call shots on how shit worked around here.


    It was a hard concept for Nero to digest, but one he learned to live with.


    Overall, it was still awesome. The mere possibility of wielding a superpower was enough to hype him out. And this world was still untouched by humans in the genuine sense. Their presence was akin to a small fish in the vast ocean. That means tons of uncharted terrains existed where the taste of adventure awaits in the corner with unknowns like those deep creatures of the depth.


    His adventuring spirit was stroked along with a burning desire to be strong and roam in this alien world unrestrained.


    So Nero fully embraced and fell in love with his new world.


    Specifically, it started when he saw the Ascension ceremony during the harvest festival for the first time.


    People lined up to the sacred grove for their fortune to be read. If lucky, they could be blessed to have a compatible path. The difference between those who gained no path and those with it was huge.


    In the first case, you have severely lost an opportunity, and this Ascension ceremony itself could be considered a last chance for these common folks on the outskirts of the kingdom. As for the latter, they have a minute chance to be awakened.


    Even if they can¡¯t, merely having one is already enough. A person who has gained a compatible path as a peasant holds the opportunity to be a farmer, one who owns the land and cultivates it.


    Well, not exactly owning the land, but leasing it from the bigwigs for a lifetime.


    Only then can they build a new house with viable costs.


    Otherwise, they have to pay sizable income to the temple and get support from them. Then seek the village head to find a suitable spot and build everything from scratch.


    It is a cumbersome task that also strains one¡¯s pocket.


    Though it¡¯s still better than living in a cramped house with all the family.


    Ah, I wandered off-topic. Let¡¯s get back to the guys who had gained a compatible path. Their potential is their value, whether for a marriage, a job, or standing in society. Meanwhile, those who haven¡¯t gained their path through the Ascension ceremony faced an uphill battle compared to their peers.


    Those who have gained a path only have to adhere to it. Doing tasks that complement their path will yield progress, opening a more advanced version of the path.


    To Nero¡¯s brain, all this translated was that people of this world could awaken a job, and completing the corresponding job quest meant leveling up. Meaning they could unlock a higher version of said job.


    That sounded like a classic RPG setting to his ears!


    Nero didn¡¯t know exactly what job he was going to get. But to land a combat-oriented job, he was determined to make the most of his past life knowledge to his advantage. He regularly did all the exercises he remembered to make himself sturdy while trying meditations from fiction novels to gather mana.


    But the results were disappointing.


    No matter how many hours of attempts he put in on meditations to gather mana, he fared poorly, marking him clearly as average.


    Undaunted by his failure, Nero shifted his attention to becoming close combat, aka a warrior job. It wasn¡¯t like he didn¡¯t want to be a mage-type and cast a volley of spells, but his talent in the area was not up to par to fuel his dreams.


    Nero summed up his gaming experience and concluded that being fully proficient in a wide range of weapons alongside training his body would increase his odds. So he didn¡¯t waste any time and started begging Granny to buy weapons to practice.


    Granny reached out to Craft Woods Village, the nearest settlement, to place a custom order for a batch of throwing spears, which she then collected from the caravan.


    He didn¡¯t understand her choice, but she spelled out it was the preferred weapon for hunting. So he just practiced with it.


    In a couple of months, the satisfying thud of his javelins hitting their target echoed in his ears.


    With newfound confidence, he approached Granny to buy him a dagger. Then, in a few more months, he followed it with his request with a plea for a melee spear. Despite Granny¡¯s initial resistance, she relented after a little huff and puff. The breaking point was when he uttered the words ¡°weapon-type gear,¡± resulting in Granny¡¯s temper blowing up.


    She gave Nero a lengthy explanation of how money doesn¡¯t grow in trees, followed by a lecture on financial management. Granny¡¯s verdict on that day was that it was time for Nero to start earning his keep around the village, which he could use as he saw fit for his current needs or save up for his future. As for the Gear, it will depend on his Ascension ceremony. If it¡¯s necessary for his path, she will arrange for them to be forged, tailored to his path, through the priestess of the sacred grove in the city he wants to move to. Until then, he should forget about it.


    When Granny remained staunch in her stance, Nero was forced to find a source of money for his ventures or devise a better plan to secure a warrior¡¯s job.

 2. My Cheat

    It wasn¡¯t like Nero hadn¡¯t thought of the obvious, like training under someone professional or engaging in combat.


    For the first point, no one in Agroville village fit his needs, and neither did anyone was up to be a worthy sparring partner nor were there any brawls that gave him a chance to intervene since the village head and Granny resolved any disputes here maintaining no situation escalated to unnecessary lengths.


    Going out of the village was something Granny ruled out, so seeking someone was also out of the question. And no skilled warrior would come specifically to the outskirts of the kingdom to train him.


    The closest to someone like a trainer he had was Alvin¡ªthe taciturn guardian who came here for only two reasons.


    To patrol the Agroville peripheries from the Crafts wood village, once in two months. He would stay here for less than 3-4 days checking signs of magic beast activity or any threat that may need his attention. Alvin was never on board with the idea of Nero disturbing his duty, but in consideration of Granny gave an occasional spar or a pointer.


    On the other occasion, he will be here to oversee the Ascension ceremony alongside his wife Mrs. Rafaella, making Alvin even more busy just as much as Nero himself.


    Overall, Alvin didn¡¯t feel great about Nero for being pesky in his duties, while Nero felt the same as his special senses gave out Alvin as weird.


    Ultimately, Nero grabbed whatever he got from him and focused on other venues for better results.


    Namely, on earning money and his deus ex machina or cheat power if you call it.


    The first thing he did after gaining his memory was to check any signs of a system or anything remotely similar, and Nero was not disappointed. To his delight, he discovered a magical wobbly tattoo the size of a curled baby fist. It was constantly in motion, changing, shifting, and transforming itself. At its most stable state, it transformed into unsettling circles with an ¡®X¡¯ at its core, accompanied by four disarrayed thorns adorned with runes tangled and gnarled.


    Nero didn¡¯t mind how it looked but was deeply disappointed with what it revealed.


    Whenever he focused on the tattoo, a holographic panel would materialize, visible only to him. It displayed his full name, affinity, SP (which he deduced stood for system points), and a line showing Charm demon with a progress bar next to it.


    Nero after scraping through all the books he could find on the subject guessed the progress bar corresponded to his dormant Demon bloodline abilities.


    Charm demon.. sigh, talk about bad luck.


    Although having a demon in his family lineage didn¡¯t bother him, Nero was infuriated by the specific demon he was connected to and what power it brought to the table.


    Charm Demons, commonly known as Incubus for males and Succubus for females, had a notorious reputation for all the wrong reasons.


    Incubus were ugly gremlins that used magic to disguise their appearance, hiding their grotesque forms and vile desires all to seduce young and married women. Enamoring them with sweet words, and false promises, taking the best years of their lives, and then casting them aside like an old glove! And if rejected, bearing ill will, they crawl into homes with their powers empowered by the darkness of night, dragging the innocent and dainty maidens to the unknown, forcing them to bear their offspring.


    This is at least how local folklore narrated and gossiped about them. They were often painted as villains in the stories to scare the womenfolks from venturing out in the night. The wild stories usually claimed the demons¡¯ nightly deeds to be real while others believed no evil could trespass under their Goddess¡¯s watch. But all of them had something in common, none dismissed their existence.


    Nero¡¯s bullshit recognition radar spiked up, telling him that all of it seemed like made up. It wasn¡¯t like he was no stranger to myths surrounding Incubus from his time on Earth. He always regarded them as fabricated stories created to shift blame onto fictional entities by influential individuals to hide their sins. For example, the nobles or clergy may commit all the nasty stuff but lay it on the doors of demons.


    But hey this was a different world. Maybe the tales were true. Perhaps demons are ugly, capable of kidnapping and violating innocent women. And just maybe, he might have to do it too.


    Ah, what am I saying? I refuse to become a sex offender after being reborn in a magical world. Or would he?


    Nero pondered over the matter. The easiest and most known way to awaken dormant bloodline powers is to stimulate them with corresponding powers.


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    If you had a fire path creature¡¯s bloodline in you, you could consume the fire beast¡¯s specific parts to strengthen the bloodline¡¯s prowess further.


    But there was another method that was known to him, albeit less effective than the popular methods, but was still good enough to awaken your powers. It was to take actions similar to the being of the bloodline you possessed, as in you should act like how that creature would. The source material he read listed some crazy theories to back up the dubious claims that warranted immediate medical attention.


    Nero couldn¡¯t quite figure out what this acting part meant. What does that mean? If you had a Botaur beast bloodline, are you supposed to graze in the fields while saying moo~ moo~?


    Regardless of the method chosen, the amount of bloodline existing within you determines the results, and how strong your bloodline¡¯s power can be is directly correlated with the creature itself.


    The quantity of bloodline you possess and the quality of the creature that you trace lineage to can heavily affect which power you get and what you can do with it.


    Nero had gleaned all this information about bloodlines and demons from books Granny had deliberately kept hidden away from his eyes. He wasn¡¯t sure if she put it away from him since they were simply full of crap or it was some forbidden knowledge.


    So currently, he didn¡¯t know whether the wild claims made in the book were true.


    Moreover, even if the claims held some truth, it wouldn¡¯t be much help, since Charm Demon¡¯s powers and Nero¡¯s style were incompatible.


    According to the books, all charm demons¡¯ powers were tailored to make people enamored by being desirable. What you can do heavily depends on other people. To Nero, relying on the influence and desires of others was unacceptable. He didn¡¯t want his actions and dreams to be dragged down by others, nor did he desire to rely excessively on external forces. He desired to depend on himself and forge his path towards strength and growth. Therefore, the powers of Charm Demons held little appeal to him.


    Even if he wanted to, it wasn¡¯t like he would be getting parts of an Incubus to consume. And as for acting like one was essentially asking for a severe beating. If he were to pull some stunt in the village and get caught, the enraged villagers would rally with pitchforks to screw him over. Granny may choose to banish him or disown him altogether. In short, the rewards were not worth the risks.


    The other way to use the system was to earn SP points. Nero couldn¡¯t pinpoint exactly how system points seemed to be rewarded, but his efforts in probing were not fruitless. The usual one seemed to do the trick: killing. Killing a new creature would earn points, but the points dwindled significantly when killing the same creature repeatedly, eventually becoming a mere numbers game. The calculation of points also seems to consider the life force and level of threat posed by the creatures.


    If Nero gathered enough points, he could exchange them for Ascension techniques, blueprints for gears, and information on the potions and rituals for Dao Essence formation.


    Unfortunately, the most lucrative task for earning points was awakening bloodline abilities, as the system consistently rewarded 5 points for every 1% increase. However, bloodline awakening was not an option for Nero, rendering the system less helpful for him right now.


    So he decided to hunt everything he could near Agroville village to grind points and try his best to land a combat job. If he can land a combat job, he will become an adventurer and enter a guild with ease once he moves to the city. Being part of a guild there will provide him with the chance to engage in monster-killing quests, which will also earn him system points to pick up Ascension techniques from the system.


    Nero knew that he was betting all his hopes on getting a combat job, but if everything goes down without a hitch, he should be fine.


    Huh, look how that turned out. He glared at the panel in front, wishing to tear it off.


    Alchemist. It wasn¡¯t an awful job at all. Loads of people would want this as a path to be chosen.


    An Alchemist can be called a failed mage with one set of spells in possession they are good at. Their expertise seems to lay in brewing poisons and potions, creating gears and chimera-like creatures. At first glance, this seems outstanding, but other specialized jobs could do the same with better results.


    An apothecary could make better potions and poisons outclassing alchemists. While an artifician does a better prospect of creating gears and chimera-like things seemed more like an enigma possible only using the abilities of an advanced alchemist pathway.


    In summary, they are a jack of all but masters of none.


    Worst of all, apart from being noncombat, this job seemed skewed towards understanding and deducing knowledge of things around you and using them rather than gaining knowledge by the job itself and applying it.


    Jobs like apothecary or artifician could instinctively gain knowledge and muscle memory of their domain, while alchemists had to understand these things through trial and error.


    Nero saw alchemists as researchers who worked tirelessly in laboratories and immersed themselves in books to uncover something new. On the other hand, jobs of adjacent pathways appeared to focus on applying existing knowledge to achieve rapid results. He was sure not the former, and neither did he like the prospect of cooping up in the room to discover an elixir of life.


    This job will limit my opportunities and close many doors for me. Most guilds would not turn him down, but that was to support and enlist for non-combat stuff, not to get him on the battlefield. On the front line, his job and his skills would drag down the party, so he needed to have other qualities.


    Sigh, I have to focus on getting a suitable Ascension technique before joining a guild and keep polishing my healing skills.


    That was one more point he didn¡¯t understand.


    Out of all the paths, why did he become an alchemist specifically? Why not a warrior job? Despite his extensive medical training, why didn¡¯t he end up with even a healer job? Despite being someone who rarely handed out compliments, even Granny gave Nero approval for his skills, commenting that he only needed more practice before being granted a license.


    Whelp, the worst case was his bloodline fucking things up and earning him a weird job. That didn¡¯t happen. Maybe that¡¯s the silver lining to take away from what happened.


    Sigh¡­so in the end, is awakening my bloodline the only way for me then?

 3. Decision to be a Hunter

    Nero had taken care of any beast he could get his hands on near the village, including a lesser minion porcine beast. He has long realized his strength can severely limit the number of points earned through killing creatures.


    Even now, he gained most points from passively advancing bloodline abilities, not from the blood and sweat he shed.


    Working on a grittier path does not translate to better results. He wasn¡¯t some stubborn mule with dogmatic principles. Nero subscribed to being flexible and changing as the situation demands. He would gladly walk on the path of light, doing good deeds and being a hard worker filled with kindness as long as it benefitted him. But if not, he had few qualms before being cold and ruthless.


    Nero knew what he had to do now.


    Now then, what does it mean to act like a charm demon?


    Charm demon, as the name suggested, must mean the core part was to gain benefits selflessly from someone through pure charisma or manipulation.


    Nero figured the biggest contributor to his bloodline advancement was Granny, who had helped him relentlessly. But she also seems to fill out the maximum amount he can reach without doing the vile deeds an Incubus would pull off. It wasn¡¯t like Granny had stopped taking care of him or helping him out, but bloodline progress had reached a plateau for around two years.


    What are these benefits that a charm demon is supposed to gain? He wondered, his fingers idly tapping against the wooden table.


    Which one is it? Materials, power, status, sexual favors, or all of them.


    Charm demons are notorious for being indulgent in sex. Why not visit a brothel if their power is related to sex? Is there a reason for charm demons to seduce someone?


    There had to be a reason for charm demons to seduce someone, a purpose beyond mere pleasure. He should try to woo someone in the village to see what happens.


    But who? Nero always kept his distance from villagers. He couldn¡¯t risk slipping up and revealing his true nature as someone reborn. No matter how good he acted, he knew some mistake was bound to occur.


    The villager¡¯s views were deeply rooted in conservative teachings. If they were to discover a child with unique knowledge and viewpoints, they wouldn¡¯t applaud him as a genius but rather report him to the temple, fearing an evil spirit possessed him. And since it was a real possibility, he couldn¡¯t exactly blame them.


    Thankfully, they were not exactly kind to him during his early childhood, so Nero, being indifferent, was just considered being as a rebellious teen by adults. As for his peers in the village who tried to either cozy up to him or tried to teach him his place, a well-aimed sucker punch in the face was enough. Especially so for the latter.


    Above anything, Nero being under Granny¡¯s wings was enough for people to leave him alone and turn a blind eye to most things he did.


    Sigh¡­I always thought keeping my distance from the villagers was a good idea. Now it had come back to bite him.


    Nero¡¯s brow furrowed as he contemplated his limited options.


    If I suddenly display interest or attachment to someone, villagers might view it as suspicious. For the same reason, he couldn¡¯t show any interest to anyone suitable for marriage. Granny might misunderstand the whole thing and push for his wedding. So the best bet for it is to be with someone already married. This way, if things blow up in his face, he will be let off with a beating, otherwise he has to cough, cough Man up and take responsibility.


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    Another point to consider is that the person has to be reasonably invested in their marriage. Most women in the village see him as a catch. And if his Alchemist job is revealed during the Ascension ceremony, most people would have second thoughts. Being an Alchemist might not be ideal for Nero, but it has the potential to provide a middle-class life in a city in the future. At the very least, everyone knows Nero would move out of the village, so they will consider him an olive branch to cling onto until they reach their destination. Once safely reached in there, they could always find a better branch. This didn¡¯t sit well with him.


    He needed to find someone who wouldn¡¯t raise suspicion if he spent time with her. They had to be married and don¡¯t consider him a serious partner worth jeopardizing their marriage for. And on the off chance that they were discovered, they should part ways rather than stay together.


    Nero knew only one person in the village who fit the bill.


    But I already turned her down, though.


    Ugh, if I had known how my job would turn out, I wouldn¡¯t have pushed away her advances.


    Phew¡­ no more crying over spilled milk. I should focus on what I can do now, rather than what I could have.


    When Granny had cut off his funds, Nero looked for any other opportunities he could get around here. He could have tried working in the fields, but it would take all the time and steam out of him in a day. That means no time for practice or anything else.


    He tried to be a butcher, but the one in the village refused to teach him the craft, nor were the villagers pleased to let him work with their livestock. The villagers were displeased, believing that Nero was demeaning the priestess and himself by pursuing a job other than pleasing the Goddess.


    Nero wanted a gig that earned him a decent sum without disturbing his training and study. But alas, there was no such thing. So he focused on hunting things that could be sold to the villagers or the caravan.


    Being a hunter has its highs and lows. On the positive side, there¡¯s the thrill of the chase and the satisfaction of bringing down challenging prey. Hunting allowed Nero to get used to the wilderness and combat mode while learning valuable skills like patience, tracking, and marksmanship. Above all, he could earn system points.


    The bad part was that the entire thing was a hit or a miss. Some weeks He may have successful hunts and be able to sell the game meat, furs, or other animal by-products for a profit. However, there are also periods when the game is scarce, and He returns empty-handed. He could spend days with nothing or a big catch to dwarf the half-year earnings of a worker in the field.


    None of the beasts here were easy to deal with. Despite his best preparation, most creatures beyond the village¡¯s safety net posed a lethal threat. Others cunningly snatched the bait, outsmarting his carefully laid traps without setting them off. Nero had been through so many close calls that he learned never to underestimate an enemy or drop his guard in a fight.


    All this meant an uncertainty that his income as a hunter fluctuated and couldn¡¯t always be counted upon. Money was something that Nero needed to keep up with his expenses for buying and maintaining his weapons, armor, footwear, bait, and trap equipment required to hunt in the village.


    Nero came back in a full circle now and had to look for another job that suited him once more. After a long search, he finally got an offer that met all his expectations.


    If someone asked who was the most successful man in Agroville village, none had to think twice before answering it- Carlos, the peddler. Carlos¡¯ path as a peddler has been longer than Nero¡¯s age. Over the years, the man diligently built his career from scratch found love, and married a stunning woman from a nearby village. The house they built became the envy of the villagers, and now Carlos seemed to be planning to move to a city.


    When Carlos and his wife came up to him to tutor their young son, Jacob, Nero found the offer too alluring to decline. The timing was left to Nero¡¯s discretion, and the money provided was more than reasonable. The only condition was to prepare their little brat to qualify for an academy in the city. Initially, they had wanted Granny to take on the task, but upon getting a clear-cut refusal, the couple sought out the second-best option - Nero.


    His days as a tutor were mostly smooth sailing. The eleven-year-old Jacob might be the frivolous tyrant of brats his age, but Nero¡¯s aloof nature he maintained and reputation as a cold-blooded hunter by villagers seems to have struck fear in the boy¡¯s heart. This made Nero¡¯s job relatively easy.


    Jacob took most of his instruction seriously even if he hated it and the kid was smart enough to learn most of what he taught.


    The only person who gave him a minor hiccup was Mrs. Sharron, Jacob¡¯s mother, and the lovely wife of Carlos.

 4. A Goalpost with no Goalkeeper

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    Mrs. Sharron¡¯s life seemed almost too perfect from the outside to Nero.


    Her husband¡¯s job as a successful peddler meant they had a solid financial situation as a rock.


    Mrs. Sharron also had a fruitful career that worked perfectly with her husband.


    She had gained her path as a florist and used it to cultivate flowers to produce perfume, body oils, and decorations for all events in the village. Carlos used these as his signature products to strike an opening into the circles of nobility.


    The couple had worked seamlessly over the years to build their careers and home. Their joy was complete with their precious child. With plans to move into a city, her life seemed completely blissful, with no holes left unfulfilled.


    Except that was not the case.


    Being a lucrative peddler ensured the family never had to worry about sleeping on an empty stomach.


    Carlos was also an easy-going guy with an amicable nature. He would get his lovely wife anything she wanted from the finest silk to the new jewels that were making waves in the upper echelons of rich women.


    But the man himself was not present.


    Carlos would be out of the village for most of the year, being present only when the trading caravan would be anchored around here.


    Nero also figured Carlos got that chronic back pain that came as a bonus for wagon drivers. All this meant something was missing from Mrs. Sharron¡¯s life, something that her husband was supposed to give her.


    The male residents of Agroville village also knew clearly that there was a void in Mrs. Sharron¡¯s life, a void they could fill, fulfilling the role typically reserved for her husband. Yet, for any simpleton who mustered the audacity to knock on her door, she would seize her broom and mercilessly crush their misguided hopes.


    Throughout the years, Mrs. Sharron¡¯s unwavering devotion to her husband had earned her admiration from everyone, including Carlos himself, who praised her for patiently awaiting his return while caring for their young son.


    So was that it?


    Were Nero and the men from the village doubting a faithful housewife?


    Was he reading too much into it? Maybe he had misinterpreted her friendly attitude.


    But Nero knew better.


    Hehe.. She can fool anyone in the village for this matter except for me.


    All bloodline carriers will gain powers of the being they trace lineage back to in proportion to the amount of bloodline awakened.


    Nero¡¯s only inherited ability from his Incubi lineage at the moment was enhanced senses.


    An Incubi¡¯s senses.


    The power allowed him to sense people¡¯s dark desires. His senses, tailored specifically to the dark desires and vulnerabilities of women, granted him an insight into the odds he held over them.


    Of course, these senses weren¡¯t absolutes. Nero was not getting some yes or no answers, but mere intuitive feelings.


    Mrs. Sharron¡¯s rejection of all men until now was easily understandable. The woman was as prideful as a peacock and simply looked down at them. How could these country bumpkins who never stepped out of the Agroville village catch her fancy eyes?


    Then what about me? Nero idly taped his fingers over the table while weighing over the reasons. Was Mrs. Sharron attracted to scholarly men? No, that can¡¯t be it. Nero felt strongly from his interaction she was a practical type of person who saw education as a means to an end. So, that couldn¡¯t be the reason. Perhaps it is an effect of his bloodline powers that he has yet to figure out. Or maybe... Nero leaned back from his chair, turning his eyes towards his reflection in the mirror, illuminated by the ethereal glow of moonlight.


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    Within a few breaths, he straightened up, shaking his head. There was no need to speculate about the inner workings of her heart. All that matters is that my Incubi senses hinted I have a chance at this.


    With no goalkeeper guarding the post, Nero decided to take a shot.


    Now then, how should I kick start this affair?


    Since she had already shown her hand, I will let her know I¡¯m interested too.


    And he had a simple plan in mind for how to accomplish that.


    Nero took out a stack of papers with black and white drawings that seemed to be printed on it. He looked at his creation with pride.


    Darn, it was a hassle to make. Everything from conceiving a storyline to hand drawing each page, and even applying spells to achieve the look of professionally printed pages.


    This would be the key to his idea.


    An Ero manga!


    Nero¡¯s idea was simple. He would entrust his Ero manga to Jacob, who would then pass it on to Mrs. Sharron. She will see this as a change in his attitude and interpret it as a green signal.


    Nero knew his plan had more holes than a block of Swiss cheese.


    For example, why the fuck would Jacob hand over an Ero manga of all things to his mother? And why would Mrs. Sharron take these as a green signal?


    Nero¡¯s first point rested on Mrs. Sharron¡¯s personality. She was an overcontrolling mother who never seemed satisfied with leaving her child to his own devices. She decided what he wore, what he ate, and even when he shat. The last one was over the top, but you get the point. The chances of her overlooking the manga or Jacob successfully concealing it from her were close to nil.


    As for the second question, the answer lies within the manga¡¯s theme itself.


    It followed the classic trope as old as time, the story of a guy going after the needy mother of a close friend. To make it more spicy and familiar, he infused the story with a similar dynamic between himself and Jacob. Nero has also outdone himself in drawing it, making it raw without the least bit of censoring. Such attention to the tiniest details would have been impossible for a simple country bumpkin from Agroville.


    But Nero was from a digital age where millions of porn were a mere click away from his fingertips. He had seen it all.


    In all languages, shapes, skin tones, ages¡­ok maybe not all ages. Definitely not all ages!


    I swear I never looked for any weird stuff on the web.


    Damn it, focus on the present.


    He couldn¡¯t afford to dwell on his innocent internet browsing history.


    The next part is super important. Take deep breaths.


    Phew¡­ Regardless, he couldn¡¯t deny that he had done an exceptional job on the manga. Its quality was indistinguishable from a professionally printed book sourced from the city. This was a crucial point.


    If things took a turn for the worse, it should only appear as if Nero had obtained the material from a fraudulent peddler in the caravan. It must not be associated with someone from here or seen as his creation. If it came to light, that Nero came up with this material on his own, he would be labeled as a deviant who needs immediate attention. However, in the latter scenario, he was just an innocent young man duped by an unscrupulous merchant from the city. With new merchants continually arriving in caravans to explore fresh markets, no one could trace it back to him. He just had to be mindful of the details he would give out.


    This was Nero¡¯s attempt to soften the blow, in case his plan failed.


    Now let¡¯s add the finishing touch. Focusing on his mana and spell, he concentrated on the paper stack he placed inside the book cover.


    Alchemists had a single set of magic they were proficient in. That was Transmutation magic.


    The four spells Bind, Split, Haste, and Delay formed a basic array of a beginner Alchemist skill set. They were combined as a combination of two or more to create the spell Morph. These spells were the bread and butter of an alchemist. Their success heavily depended on alchemists¡¯ understanding of the matter they were working with, the results they were trying to achieve, and the spell itself.


    As Nero channeled his mana into the spell, a radiant white light enveloped the book. He slowly felt his sense pick up the minute changes. The pages became firmly attached to the book cover as if they were always one. He felt his focus and mana strain as the spell entered the final stage. The book slowly lost its crisp, clean strong pages and the new book smell. It gradually started to show signs of wear, such as slightly softened edges and gained a more muted scent. The book cover lost its vibrant colors, altering towards a slight fading on the cover.


    Success! Nero looked at his final product with a beaming smile. This was a combination of bind and haste spell. He had to work innumerable times to ultimately grasp the spell and result he wished to bring forth.


    Darn it, I still suck ass at the haste spell. I have a subpar affinity towards spacetime. If this was something like animal or human skin, I might have done an even better job with my life affinity.


    Hehe, I wonder how Jacob and Mrs. Sharron react to an Ero manga on human skin.


    Nero picked up his creation from the table and slowly flipped through the pages to check for abnormalities.


    Seeing no discrepancy in the book, he put it away safely and made his way over to bed.


    Now I can only give it away and see how it all unfolds.


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 5. Lighting up a Volcano

    Nero walked back briskly after his tutoring session with Jacob.


    Today was payday, and he just received his payment from Mrs. Sharron for his tutoring services. But that wasn¡¯t just the only special thing today.


    He finally made the move. He had passed the ero manga to Jacob.


    To make it seem like he was not simply giving it away, he offered it as a reward to Jacob if he scored high on a couple of tests he was going to give. The brat was not buying into it initially, but with a few subtle suggestions about the reward being something a grown man would appreciate, he finally fell for it.


    Nero didn¡¯t forget to remind Jacob that he was only lending him the secret forbidden book for a limited amount of time and had denied the right to pass it on to others. He also caringly advised as a good big brother to tuck the book away securely while leaving the house.


    He hoped by pressuring the brat a bit he would act suspicious enough to warrant Mrs. Sharron¡¯s attention.


    The first thing Nero did when he came home was to put the money in his little penny bank. He has piled up a decent sum. Initially, his savings were meant for unforeseen expenses at the academy, as Granny would take care of most of his costs. However, now that his job was revealed to be non-combat, he realized the likelihood of Granny purchasing him a weapon gear was slim. As a result, he shifted his focus and began collecting money specifically for that purpose.


    Setting the money safely inside, he shook the penny bank. The clanking sound of coins sounded like music to his ears. With a small smile, he put down the penny bank, confirming it was three-quarters full inside. This was his money, one he earned with his efforts. Should I buy a new one when the trading caravans arrive? I could fill this up if I keep tutoring Jacob for three more months.


    Lost in his thoughts, he walked into the bathroom, eager to freshen himself up.


    When he returned, Nero sat down on the mat on his knees, facing the prayer altar. Granny, also joined the prayer but didn¡¯t bother getting on her knees, as the poor soul¡¯s old bones weren¡¯t up to the task. A fact she constantly laments about.


    According to my calculation, the brat would probably read the book during sleeping hours. He should act suspiciously or change some behavior starting tomorrow, probably going to brag to his cronies. But since I barred him from giving it to anyone, he would bicker and fight with them. Nero hoped all the brats fought just enough that Mrs. Sharron intervened. Hmm, the odds of Jacob not heeding my warning and crossing me are very low. I should probably wait for three or four days and prod him into doing something stupid.


    Nero¡¯s inner monologue was halted with a light knock on his head.


    ¡°What are you thinking when praying, Nero?¡±


    ¡°Ouch, I was just reciting the scripture in my mind¡±


    ¡°Is that so?¡± Granny voiced skeptically. ¡°Keep your eyes down, then. How many times do I have to tell you Nero, Never look at a God directly¡±.


    ¡°Yes, yes, I know¡± Nero peeked at the portrait of the Goddess once more before fixing his eyes on the floor. She had a featureless face clad in white clothing and a head covering, while an adorable infant nestled in her arms. Her dress had wheat, herbs, flowers, and illustrations of different creatures embedded in it. Her feet grew into roots that spread wide, passing through the earth as if it were to hold the world itself. In the background, the cassia tree stands tall, adorned with vibrant golden flowers that seem to radiate light.


    ¡°Ayoo, kids these days have no respect,¡± Granny grumbled with a sigh. ¡°Come and eat dinner as soon as you¡¯re done. There is a wedding tomorrow. It will be hectic in the morning.¡± As Granny¡¯s voice faded, Nero stood up.


    I can only hope things play out as I calculated.


    Alas, everything didn¡¯t unfold exactly as Nero wished.


    Just as Nero assumed, Jacob planned to read the book during the sleeping hours. But recalling how Big Brother Nero kept on yapping about the book, curiosity got the best of him. He just wanted to pry its content before putting it down.


    Though the instant his eyes landed on the drawings of ero manga, he was awe-struck. As a boy who kicked off puberty, he naturally became intrigued by such things.


    Usually, he and his friends engaged in a never-ending competition to outdo each other by boasting about their expertise in matters of sex and passionately debating who among the village¡¯s women was the most stunning, while eagerly vying for their attention. And unbeknownst to poor Jacob, his friends had long come to an undebated consensus that his mother, Mrs. Sharron, was all their fantasized woman who they wanked off to and wished to one day pin down.


    In Jacob¡¯s circle, might and knowledge of these things made you the guy calling the shots. So he eagerly flipped through the book before sitting down to read from the beginning.


    As he read through the story, he felt his whole body boiling with newfound excitement, and his little willy gaining strength. Jacob imagined he was in another world as the main character himself. The boy was so deeply engrossed in his world that he missed his mother, who was calling for him at the top of her lungs.


    ¡°JACOB!¡± Sharron¡¯s shriek like a banshee was enough for the brat to shake himself off from his fantasy world. When the boy finally regained his senses, he saw with pure terror that his angry mother was glaring at him from the doorstep.


    He immediately tried to get off his chair while clutching the book, but in his panic, the legs of the chair got tangled at the study table.


    Jacob tripped himself and the book in his hand flipped thrice in the air comically before hitting the floor with a wide open page. It seemed bad luck dogged the poor Jacob.


    Both eyes of the mother and child trailed toward the book on the floor.


    The page revealed the main character plowing the thick mature woman from behind while holding her hair as a rein.


    No words were spoken as the room descended into a pin-drop silence for seconds.


    When he saw his mother bend down to pick up the book, Jacob felt his willy deflating like a balloon. He wondered which spot his parents were going to pick for him in the cemetery and what tree they were going to plant over his dead body.


    Sharron has been calling for him for the past fifteen minutes to help her with something in the kitchen. When the kid didn¡¯t respond, she came to his room to see what he was doing.


    At first, seeing him focused on reading, she assumed he was studying and felt pleased. However, recalling her child¡¯s nature, she became skeptical and wanted to check on him. And behold, the stupid little kid was reading some nasty book. Seeing the vulgar and explicit content as she flipped through the book, Sharron felt her face flush and a rush of heat in her lady bits.


    ¡°Where did you get this from? Just wait until your father gets back home. I will let him know what his precious boy has been up to. I¡¯ve warned him a thousand times against giving you any money,¡± Sharron admonished him with a fierce pinch in his arms while effortlessly hiding her inner turmoil.


    A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    ¡°But Mama, I swear I didn¡¯t spend a single penny on this. I got this as a reward,¡± Jacob pleaded innocence in his case while squirming in pain. Unfortunately, he met a powerful adversary. During Sharron¡¯s intense interrogation with skills akin to a seasoned inquisitor, the culprit confessed his crimes. He also testified against Big Brother Nero, stating him as the accomplice in the crime. Considering the culprit Jacob¡¯s claim and as the only potential lead in the case, the court judged to put suspect Nero on trial the following day. As for Jacob, the verdict was confiscation of the book and to be punished with humiliation.


    Phew¡­ Sharron looked at her child, who had been enduring her harsh scolding for half an hour. The poor child seems to be on the brink of breaking up while tightly controlling his urge to cry.


    She felt pity and wanted to end the misery of the cute thing, but some things needed to be said. She didn¡¯t want him to associate these things with shame.


    ¡°Jacob, Mama knows you¡¯re a growing boy. It¡¯s only natural and healthy for you to show interest in such things. However, this is not the time. Your father and I are tirelessly working so that all of us can move to the city. We are doing all this in hopes of you having a bright future. So promise me, sweety, that you will focus on studying from now on, letting no distractions hinder you.¡±


    ¡°I understand. I promise to study hard from now on. Eh¡­ that¡­Mama, are you going to tell all these to Father?¡±


    ¡°Ara, if my precious behaves like a dutiful child, this could be our little secret¡±


    ¡°I swear on it. Believe me. Jacob doesn¡¯t go back on his promise.¡± Jacob responded with bright eyes and as much honesty as he could muster in his voice.


    ¡°Then Mama also swears to keep this a secret,¡± Sharron replied with a gentle pat on his hair.


    That day, little Jacob slept peacefully, believing he was pardoned with a lighter sentence. Unfortunately, his mother was not having a similar experience.


    Sharron restlessly tossed and turned in bed, unable to find a moment of sleep.


    Months passed since she last experienced the comforting warmth of a man¡¯s touch on her body, or any touch. Instead of soothing her desires, her fingers seem to stoke the flames, intensifying the burning fire within her. Sharron forcefully suppressed any emotions from surfacing when she realized the fire was spiraling out of her control, threatening to consume other areas of her life.


    That¡¯s how she lived her life.


    These passionate desires were supposed to be silently buried deep in her heart with a mountain on top of it.


    Today, peace on that mountain was shattered. Nero¡¯s machinations had ignited a spark, that intends to set ablaze everything.


    Quietly, Sharron rose from her bed and reached for the glowstone lamp, casting a soft light that filled the room. She carefully arranged the pillows on the headboard, creating a cozy spot to lean against. Following that, she delicately positioned the confiscated book on the bed, angling it just right to allow the lamplight to cast a gentle glow, while she lay down and comfortably flipped through its pages with her left hand.


    As she read through the story, she also felt her whole body tingling with excitement, and her panties soaking in wetness.


    Though, unlike her son, she imagined herself as the mother who was getting pounded like a bitch.


    Yes, Sharron saw herself as the horny lustful mother that acted prim and proper in front of her son but would spread her legs invitingly for his friend. She would be the loyal wife and devoted mother, taking care of her family while behind their back, shaking her hips on a young man¡¯s dick like a cheap whore. The clean freak persona she projected during the day would quickly give way to a woman on her knees, eagerly devouring a dirty cock.


    At some point, Sharron had thrown her wet panties away and was rubbing her fingers in circles on her excited cunt. With the story reaching its finale, our Sharron too reached her climax, imagining the young stud filling the needy mother¡¯s pussy full of cum, .


    Sharron gazed at her two fingers, which were now glistening with her honey juice, in deep thought.


    Holding them up to the lamplight, she spread them apart slightly to see the thin thread of wetness between them.


    Bringing her fingers to her rosy lips, she gave them a faint lick before fully sucking on them.


    As expected, rather than calming down, her body craved more.


    Something new and something harder.


    In a couple of seconds, she took the book in her hand to scrutinize it.


    A man definitely did the writing. But with the unique idea of high-quality drawings paired with quite funny inner monologues, the book still seemed like high above-the-standard ones to her. Though the book cover and pages were nothing extraordinary, they were also decent. It should cost a sizable sum for that guy to buy this. As Sharron herself bought books as a reader, she could discern rather accurately.


    Does Granny give him that much money or did he make a haul like that time again?


    The pages show signs of wear and the book cover also lost much of its colors, so maybe he bought it for a cheaper price as a secondhand. That sounds reasonable.


    Wait, Secondhand? Eww, Sharron felt grossed knowing what the previous owners had likely used it for.


    She immediately tucked it back into a corner and sat on the bed.


    Now then, what should I do about the situation? She had finally had enough of it.


    Carlos was a good man. He was caring, and empathetic, and brought her all she ever desired. But the guy was never around. And even if he was here, it was not like he would solve her problem. He hardly had ten days of stay whenever he got back to the village with the caravan. His actions in bed revealed their problem. Like a starving dog finally given a bone, he would do the entire deed restlessly. Initially, she was amused by her husband¡¯s eagerness and antsiness like a na?ve brat, but soon it grew into irritation. He would finish even before she heats up and turns over in bed.


    Throughout the years, this farce hasn¡¯t changed. Now he had even started showing some slight ailing health conditions that made things in bed more awkward.


    Knowing his situation was more or less caused by his hard work for their family, she felt it was improper to complain.


    It wasn¡¯t like she hadn¡¯t tried to take matters into her own hands. Sharron fell in thought about the young man who caused her dilemma.


    She considered herself pretty and well-off. It was beneath her to look for a random schmuck. She liked kind and extremely hardworking men. This was one reason for her falling for Carlos. If she was going to lie down with anyone, the person had to be handsome and respect herself and the sanctity of her marriage.


    Nero ticked all these boxes.


    The young man¡¯s striking appearance flashed in her mind, with his deep raven hair that ran till his shoulder, a short chiseled beard that ornamented his well-defined jawline, and the sharp narrow eyes of a hunter augmented with flat yet thick eyebrows. His alluring purple eyes were the icing on the cake.


    Sharron had never seen him slack off. While his peers were playing around, he would either study or train himself all day. Besides, he started pocketing money even before his Ascension ceremony.


    Who in the village didn¡¯t know or envy Nero¡¯s hunting prowess?


    The scene of him pulling a porcine beast twice his size back to the village was fresh in her mind. Carlos had bought it, giving out an enormous price, and commented that it was a lesser minion beast.


    A damn lesser minion beast!


    One that was supposed to be taken down by a Guardian or experienced adventurer. The catch was a full testament to his skills.


    Still, he never acted haughtily or bullied anyone in the village with his talents. He was a restrained young man who just minded his things while helping out his granny, and working around here for all the events.


    With his temperament, knowledge, and skills, he had a bright future ahead.


    Sharron didn¡¯t have to think twice about her decision. But the nasty thing acted like she committed a grave sin against him when she showed interest.


    When he stopped coming over to tutor, she felt like her entire world was crumbling. Back then, she spent her days walking on pins and needles, anxiously waiting for the villagers to point fingers at her and call her a stray wife.


    Then, after a few days, he returned, acting as if nothing had happened. Sharron was certain that the jerk just wanted to scare her. The punk must have also taken pleasure in reminding her of her place. Since that day Sharron had been extra attentive around him and would leave the house to make space for Jacob and Nero during their study sessions.


    And now he was pulling this nonsense. She didn¡¯t know whether to laugh or cry.


    Humph, since you acted all high and mighty, isn¡¯t it only natural for me to give you the taste of your medicine?


    Phew, I need a bath and should change the bedsheet too.


    Sharron got up and stood before the mirror.


    Quickly, she grasped the hem of the nightie from her knees and pulled it over her head. With her wet panties long discarded and the soft fabric slipping off her body, She stood there buck naked from head to toe, feeling the gentle cold of the night against her skin.


    Standing silently before the mirror, she carefully angled her body to admire her side profile.


    Most men around here, young or old, would ogle at her like a piece of meat. While she utterly hated those lecherous stares, it also made her long realize that men find her irresistible. Hell, she had even caught women gawking at her, let alone men. No one in the village could claim to be her equal, except maybe Mrs. Rafealla.


    As Sharron raised her hands to tie her hair into a bun, she checked out her slightly protruding armpit hair from the mirror.


    Slowly her eyes trailed down, even her now moist flower was covered in a needless amount of hair.


    According to women in her gossip circle, it was commonly said only mature men appreciated a well-trimmed bush while usually young lads preferred it clean-shaven.


    Sharron looked at her flushed face in the mirror. She gently bit her rosy lower lips before breaking into a lascivious smile. Turning around, she lazily walked towards the bathroom to get her razor.

 6. Thawnkardian

    Nero had been working tirelessly since dawn, cleaning the temple¡¯s compound and helping Granny with the ceremonial rites for the wedding. He was now doing some minor decorations with flowers delivered by Jacob. Supposedly, he had come rushing in at daybreak, leaving just as abruptly, passing the flowers on to Granny while Nero was cleaning.


    It was understandable.


    The wedding ceremony at the temple was a private affair, with only a select few bride and groom members present to witness the union.


    The ceremony began with the groom entering with his parents, followed by the bride and her parents. Granny launched the sermon by addressing all the members present and discussing the couple¡¯s union.


    To his ears, the entire debacle always sounded like a lengthy lecture on the challenges of marriage and the necessity of working together as a couple. Granny always did it like she was trying to frighten off the couple from the deed, but today it was more mellowed down on account of the couple in question.


    A few years ago, the groom had gained his path as a potter, making him not a poor choice of a partner for the bride who had gained her path as a weaver. But the father of the bride didn¡¯t share the same opinion.


    The dork vehemently opposed the union, claiming that his daughter was making a terrible decision and that the groom was a hoodwinker who had entrapped his daughter. At least, that was what he said.


    The dork in question was the sole butcher of Agroville. He wanted to marry off his daughter to a neighboring village¡¯s herder to seal an alliance with them. But his daughter loved her childhood sweetheart and was adamant about marrying no one other than him.


    When their feud intensified, tensions between them had reached such heights that Granny and the village head had to intervene to mediate. Eventually, the father reluctantly agreed, on the condition that the groom provide a new home for them before marriage.


    The man might have been hoping the guy failed the task or he could change his daughter¡¯s mind over time.


    Anyway, that didn¡¯t happen.


    The woman had been steadfast like an iron fortress, as she had fended off both her father and various suitors that came her way while waiting for her beloved. The groom had also succeeded in his side with the outside help.


    Most villagers had pitched in to lend a hand as they found the father¡¯s approach to trying to corner the couple unsavory.


    Even Nero had thrown himself behind the cause to spite the butcher for rejecting him. He never was the type to let go of opportunities to settle scores.


    This was not anything unusual.


    The temple of Aphaia preached the nurturing of life, not enslaving them. The scriptures often taught the followers to create new life, protect, guide, help, and heal them while receiving the same.


    While there is usually debate among different interpretations of how to guide them, the consensus is to employ the gentlest force necessary. In short, use the stick to threaten them, rather than beating them at every turn.


    As the sermon was over, Nero broke off his musings, and the couple were reading the last of the vows on their marriage contract.


    The marriage papers started giving an ethereal glow as the couple finished reading their parts out loud.


    This was a magical contract with two divine entities entwined, one as a mediator and the other as a witness. It had a symbol of a beam scale on its front page that came alive, tipping down on both ends as if it checked the weight of the vows stated. When the beam scale in the magical contract paper finally achieved equilibrium, a sense of calm and reassurance settled upon everyone present. This meant vows and conditions for each other presented by the couple have been acknowledged equal by the God of transactions, Aldous.


    Now all they needed to do was sign the agreement with the Goddess as witness.


    The witness was more of an etiquette than a formality, as Aldous serves as mediator and witness. You could sign the marriage contract only under his power and the result would stay the same.


    However, people here believed presenting it in such a way would strip away the emotional and spiritual aspects that distinguish it as a marriage, leaving it no different from any other transaction.


    This led to other religious institutions taking charge of marriage affairs as they provided a standardized template for writing a marriage contract that covered its legal and financial aspects.


    Depending on which divine you follow, your marriage contract may differ.


    In a marriage contract from the Temple of Aphaia, there will be clauses that couples cannot harm one another that are very vague. They seem to focus heavily on creating solid financial statements that cover the couple¡¯s property handling within the marriage and in case of their separation. Particularly clauses covering a child¡¯s wellbeing from the union were airtight with no loopholes. It seemed no matter how a couple seems to screw up, the child would receive what they deserved for a bright future.


    Adultery, desertion, cruelty by a partner, or other reasons were grounds for separation, rather than striking your partner with lightning.


    Of course, depending on the amount of harm you pull on your partner, it would either result in heavy scolding with fines after separation or Guardians knocking on your door to truly show how a stick is used.


    Phew, Thankfully Adultery was not a crime. What would our boy do if it was?


    This was all true under most religious entities except for, of course, the Church of Combat. Nero heard from Granny they had clauses stating adultery as a crime and could include ridiculous conditions from a groom like what and when bed activities should be, how many children she should pop out, and all other crazy stuff. They pay a hefty dowry the woman finds acceptable, for the marriage contract to be valid under Aldous.


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    Everyone looked down on these barbaric practices. But the people had come long accepting that they were working on two brain cells, one governing combat and the other for their dick. It was not just people though, other religious organizations also didn¡¯t look kindly at the Church of Combat for allowing its followers to tamper as they pleased with contracts that held divine entities in it.


    Well, this is all that I have been told. I shouldn¡¯t judge until I see them in person, right? Nero thought as he threw flower petals alongside others, congratulating the couple for signing their marriage contracts.


    The groom and bride then bowed towards Granny, seeking her blessings. Granny quickly motioned them to lift themselves as she praised them. Then she placed the seed of a Thawnkardian tree in their hands.


    The bride accepted the seed while both vowed to take care of it.


    This was something they paid to the temple alongside the marriage contract.


    Planting the seed of the Thawnkardian tree at the borders of Agroville village at the next dawn marks the completion of the wedding procedures.


    Thawnkardian tree served as the first line of defense, and the most trustworthy insurance safeguarding the village.


    Don¡¯t be fooled by the appearance of the lively nature wafting off the tree. Apart from humans, everything was fair game to the ravenous monster, including one of its fallen kin.


    You see those birds inside their nest chirping on the branches while feeding their young. They are going to be slowly siphoned of their life force, eventually. The squirrels that are playing and running are also of the same fate. Same for those tree frogs or rabbits. You could probably say anything other than humans choosing to take shelter under this tree is forfeiting their lives gradually.


    But why? Every creature should have some base instinct, right? Why would these creatures not only live but also bring up their children in this coffin? The answer was security. Leaving the tree meant a fate worse than death.


    This was not a coincidence.


    The Thawnkardian will brutally remove any predator other than itself to create this ¡®paradise¡¯. This was to monopolize its residents. They seemed to operate under the creed that one blood-leeching wolf would suffice, and they were determined to be that one.


    These creatures now rely on this tree for protection and its yield for sustenance while giving away their life force as rent. With no predators or threats apart from humans, they eat and reproduce rapidly, bringing in more rent for their landlords. Why worry about running out of supplies or crowding when the landlords occasionally do population control?


    Yet, even this was not enough.


    These little guys were merely appetizers. Thawnkardians will actively hunt and screw over anything that comes within its range, lured by the flesh of its residents or the humans they shielded. They also don¡¯t mind sharing their snacks with humans if they have the means to catch them.


    Thawnkardian¡¯s protection beyond their territory was more whimsical. Anyone who ventured beyond the thicket of Thawnkardian and found themselves face-to-face with monsters was pretty much on their own. But If they lure the monsters into the vicinity of the ruthless Thawnkardian, they will take action depending on their stockpiled food. After all, they can only conceal a certain number of corpses without scaring off the residents and new tenants.


    Overall, Thawnkardian was a tremendous boost to the village, ensuring both security and opportunities for hunting small games and livestock rearing, free from the threat of dangerous monsters. Not having these creatures or dwindling them will dip the village¡¯s chances of survival. It was a matter of life and death.


    Now here is the catch, the Temple of Aphaia insisted that only the lifeblood of a consummated couple could sprout the seed of a Thawnkardian, nourishing it as if it were their child.


    Nero laughed hollowly inside, knowing what they were doing. Tsk, tsk, it is truly incredible how skillfully they control the masses.


    The couple sought blessings from their parents before solemnly withdrawing from the temple for their house where the rest of the wedding would proceed.


    ¡°Nero, bring that envelope for me.¡± hearing Granny¡¯s request, he left for the house to pick up what she wanted. Bringing it to her, he watched as she put a wad of cash in the envelope before returning it to him.


    ¡°Write names down, will ya?¡±


    When Nero finished writing ¡®Granny Orias¡¯ in bold letters, she stood next to him at shoulder looking over, and voiced gently ¡°Eh, write your name too. Why do you think I am giving away all this money?¡±


    Sigh. He wrote his name under her in the same style ¡®Nero Orias¡¯.


    Nero had wondered why the system seemed to have an additional last name but assumed questioning Granny on the subject might be inappropriate. Besides, it was quite easy to guess. It was likely to be from one of his biological parents.


    When he gave it to her, she checked the writing on the envelope in pondering. Heaving an exasperated sigh, she voiced out loud and clear for him to hear.


    ¡°When will I have the fortune to count the cash from envelope offerings? Didn¡¯t Paula get a chance now, even though it took that young man a while? Not to mention he married the woman of his dreams. Oh, it seems this poor lady is fated to close her eyes before having an opportunity.¡±


    Paula was the mother of the groom. It was customary around here to gift offerings of money with a name on the envelope for any significant event in someone¡¯s life. The recipient will count these offerings and then keep an account written with the name of the donor and the amount given. When the donor has any event that later crops up in their life, the help is repaid.


    In a wedding scenario, it was usually the mothers from each couple¡¯s side who counted the offerings their children received. The idea was to lend a drop of water to one another in need and receive it back when you are in the same pinch.


    ¡°Do you think poking me whenever a marriage happens will change my mind? Keep dreaming then. I am going to be an adventurer. Besides, I am not even that old yet.¡±


    ¡°You can be whatever you want. How does that stop you from starting a family? Don¡¯t Adventurers have family too? As for your age, your next Ascension ceremony will be in a few months. Once you gain a path, everyone will treat you as an adult with a marriage prospect.¡±


    Granny stopped a moment to catch a breath before firing at him again.


    ¡°Besides, do you think it¡¯s that easy to find a compatible bride? Since you don¡¯t seem to fancy anyone from here, it may take months or years. If you have any plans to tie the knot, we should start looking for someone in the city from now on. Or are you trying to be like those dumb oafs, scraping money on the death¡¯s door to buy hollow shells?¡±


    Well, she doesn¡¯t hide her dislike for men from the Church of Combat.


    ¡°Aw, who will look after my dear granny if I marry? Don¡¯t you hear everyone saying that a woman from the city is like a lioness that breathes down on poor in-laws?¡± He playfully teased her while gently pulling her cheeks.


    ¡°Humph, enough with your honeyed words. If I can handle a petty demon like you, I can manage even an entire pride, much less a lioness.¡± Granny yanked away his hand while declaring haughtily.


    ¡°That¡¯s a shame. It seems my granny will never show me her skills in the tamer¡¯s path.¡±


    ¡°Brat, are you hell-bent on living life as a lone dog? These days, I am increasingly fearful you find yourself left alone as you age and resort to wooing some married lady with these sweet words and face of yours¡±


    Nero felt like his heart leaped out of his mouth, but with some inhumane willpower, he showed utter disbelief rather than a horrified expression.


    It might have been good enough that even Granny felt embarrassed for what she said.


    ¡°Cough, stop staring at me like a fool. Quickly put on your footwear. I must show my face at the wedding and sit in the first row for lunch to sneak off for my afternoon nap.¡±


    Nero looked at Granny fleeing the scene and followed suit, walking out of the temple premises to look for his footwear, as they were not allowed inside.


    He wondered if Mrs. Sharon would be done with the decorations. The chances seemed low. If she¡¯s not, I could score some brownie points by lending a hand.

 7. Nero is a bad writer

    The garden had shed its winter coat and was now filled with the earthy scent of damp soil dressed up with the fresh fragrances of decorated flowers. The sun lit up the stage for the lively birds chirping on the branches and the humming of tireless bees dancing between the flowers seeking honey.


    However, the bustling of guests mingling and dining in the garden drowned all that beauty of nature. Young men and women were rushing, serving cocktails, or attending tables to serve the guests.


    Nero was one among them.


    Between the chatter of gossiping aunties and the boasting of old timers, the young men were tirelessly throwing out their sharpened flirting skills and best jokes, like buzzing bees on a mission to taste the sweetest honey.


    If the mission was successful, they could taste the reward during the dance in the evening.


    Nero quickly scanned through the place.


    The groom and bride attended to the guests with a flattering smile that seemed molded into their faces while hiding their exhaustion. They had taken a brief respite to dine and Nero himself had attended them, ensuring everything was okay. They would only get a moment to free themselves and relax after the necklace exchange. Until then they have to keep up the facade.


    The initial hustle and bustle in the dining area were slowly coming down, as most guests returned to work. The next hectic episode will only start in the evening so the bees could focus slightly on wooing for honey.


    Since he had no interest in doing that, he checked to see who was going for whom so he could enjoy the drama later. He noticed a lot of guys trying to bite more than they chew while women selectively signaled their interest. He had even spotted the brat Jacob trying his shot for a girl older than his age.


    He didn¡¯t notice any change in Jacob. Nero concluded he must have put off reading the book later since there is a wedding today.


    Now then, I need to slip off from here. He didn¡¯t know whether the gossip these days was not juicy enough since Granny had seemed to be leaving events like these now more, often claiming she was tired. He didn¡¯t hate parties like these if they were not draining him that much. But Nero knew everyone would nag and force him to find a partner later to dance, even if he showed disinterest.


    As Nero stood there, pondering how to exit, it took him a couple of seconds to register Mrs. Sharron making her way over to him.


    She was wearing a sleeveless, conservative, and darker black gown. The fabric clung to her hourglass figure, fully displaying her mesmerizing thin waist while her plumb chest pushed against her clothes to the limits. She leisurely walked near to him like a cozy neighbor from next door. Nero tried to speak, but before he could utter a word, she spoke first.


    ¡°We need to talk. Meet me at my home in an hour.¡±


    Her voice was eerily even, devoid of the warmth of a casual greeting. Nero¡¯s stupefied gaze met hers. It might appear that Mrs. Sharron was merrily greeting him with a smile from a distance, but only he could see it never reaching her eyes.


    If looks could kill, he would have been dead already.


    ¡°Why are you making that face? Jacob has confessed everything. He had shown me the tutor¡¯s reward he earned for showing progress. I never expected you to be like this, Nero.¡±


    ¡°Mrs. Sharron, let me..¡±


    ¡°Enough. I don¡¯t want to hear what you have to say here. This is a joyous occasion, and I don¡¯t wish to make a fuss about your eccentricities. Let¡¯s take this back to my home.¡± Her glare, akin to Medusa¡¯s, left him petrified to the spot.


    ¡°Don¡¯t forget, meet me in one hour,¡± her voice faded as she exited.


    All men, old or young, stopped what they had been doing to glance one last time at the siren leaving the wedding.


    Sharron¡¯s black gown from behind pulled together at her narrow waistline, perfectly outlining her hourglass figure and filling her round supple bottom. It was a sight to see her from behind with a braided ponytail and those juicy flesh swaying against one another inside her black gown as she walked lazily. Everyman felt the blood rush through them when they focused on this mature woman, seemingly carefully sculpted by the god¡¯s hands.


    Except for Nero.


    His mind was in overdrive from what had just happened.


    How did she find out so early? Did the brat snitch on me? No. That¡¯s not likely.


    Did she grab it from Jacob when he started reading the book, or did she discover it when checking through his stuff? Ah, these are not important. The only thing that matters is Mrs. Sharron didn¡¯t seem flattered by what I did.


    But why? Didn¡¯t my powers suggest her hidden longing for this, and I had a good odd against her? Are my bloodline powers all bogus then? No, maybe I interrupted them wrongly. Mrs. Sharron might have liked these sorts of things, but not with me. Or maybe my power revealed my chances against her, but my approach has tipped her off. I need to have a better grasp of my abilities from now on.


    Even when things had gone off the rail, Nero was glad he presented the manga as a second-hand book rather than his creation. This meant this was not some serious offense. It was normal for a guy his age to do these things, right? And instead of causing a scene, Mrs. Sharron wants to handle things privately between us. Maybe she wants to leave everything behind with a lengthy lecture and warning.


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    Now all I need is to bite the bullet and lower my head.


    ¡°Oye, Big bro Nero, why are you spacing out? We need help over here. Damn, people seem to come in with rented stomachs.¡±


    Nero¡¯s musings were broken, and he pulled himself back to work before slipping off toward Mrs. Sharron¡¯s home at the designated time.


    As Nero walked to Mrs. Sharron¡¯s house, his heart thundered against his chest. He was aware things weren¡¯t that big of a deal, and he could navigate his way out if he could effectively convey his thoughts to her.


    But that ¡®if¡¯ was the problem.


    Nero¡¯s most glaring weakness was his crippling communication skills. It was like he skipped the lesson to make a normal human interaction.


    When confronted with complex problems, He often comes through them by attentively observing, analyzing, or tenaciously tackling them head-on. Convincing others, acknowledging their perspective while actively listening to their concerns, and finding solutions was not his typical way of operating. He preferred solitude, as he rarely desired to be part of a team unless he could assert his authority as the decision-maker at the top to control all elements.


    This personality was also behind the charm demon powers, which centered on persuading others to do their bidding using charisma, which didn¡¯t mesh well with him.


    Granny shattered his turtle shell, helping him understand that his antisocial attitude was causing more harm than good. Since then, he put a lot of effort into appearing as amicable as possible and has come leaps and bounds in opening himself to others.


    The question was whether those efforts would be enough to free him out of the sticky situation.


    Phew¡­ come on, loosen up. I just have to appear apologetic and promise not to repeat this.


    The notion of understanding something and then adjusting one¡¯s behavior accordingly were two different actions.


    While Nero knew things were not that bad, the fact he had to come clean and stand in front of someone disgracefully did nothing to calm his nerves.


    Despite feeling antsy, Nero eventually made his way to Sharron¡¯s house.


    As he walked past her white fence, Nero was greeted with the sweet, heady scent of blooming flowers, each exuding its unique fragrance. The vibrant hues of the blossoms were a feast for the eyes, from the fiery reds and oranges of the zinnias to the soft pinks of the roses. Normally, he would have taken a moment to appreciate Mrs. Sharron¡¯s meticulously nurtured garden, but today he barely spared it a glance, his distracted mind was focused on whatever awaited him.


    He stood in front of her half-open door before calling out to her.


    ¡°Mrs. Sharron¡­¡±


    ¡°Come inside¡±


    As Nero unfastened his footwear, Sharron reached her doorstep. She hadn¡¯t changed her black gown but undid her braided ponytail.


    She opened her door wide, creating a welcoming entrance for him, and as soon as he stepped inside, she tightly closed it shut.


    As the sound of Sharron bolting the door resounded in the hall, Nero looked at her with confusion.


    ¡°Go sit over there. Let me get you something to drink¡±


    ¡°Ah,.. There is no need for that. I just finished lunch from there right now.¡±


    ¡°A glass of water, then?¡±


    Feeling it would be awkward to reject her twice, Nero nodded his head and sat in their dining chair.


    Sharron brought a glass of water from the kitchen and handed it over to him while she sat in a chair nearby. They were close enough now that he could smell the flowery fragrance wafting over her.


    He reached for it with one hand, gulped down the entire glass of water, and put it down on the table all in a single motion. He avoided looking at her face by staring straight ahead at the wall.


    ¡°Eh, are you flustered?¡±


    ¡°N-nothing like that¡±


    ¡°Fufu, I wonder how everyone would react if they knew the village¡¯s fearsome hunter was acting like this. So¡­ How has it been? We haven¡¯t talked like this for some time, right? Are you studying well these days?¡±


    ¡°Mrs. Sharron, can you tell me why you asked me to be here?¡± Nero sensed he was being toyed with. He mustered every bit of courage and imbued seriousness into his voice so they could get on with the matter at hand.


    ¡°Oh that,¡± she lightly clapped her hands as if she just remembered before going into her room.


    When she came back, her hands were holding onto a book, which she promptly placed on the table in front of Nero. She lightly tapped it twice while her eyes locked on his face as she sat near him again.


    This time, Sharron was close enough that her naked shoulders were touching him, sharing her body heat. It would have been enough for any man to feel his ego shoot through the roof, watching this vixen fawning at them.


    Unfortunately, our boy, Nero¡¯s courage he had mustered up, was sinking faster than the Titanic.


    ¡°Hey~, Mind talking about this?¡±


    When she directly confronted him with the book, he forgot all the dialogues practiced in his rehearsal and made up scenarios. He just sat there like a doll that ran out of its battery, unable to answer her queries.


    ¡°Ara, it seems like you forgot about it already. That¡¯s troublesome. But don¡¯t worry, alright. I will help you jog your memory.¡±


    Seeing him pretending not to know and failing to respond, Sharron decided to help him.


    She took the book in her hands, randomly opening a page. She gave a few exaggerated coughs as if to clear her throat before beginning to read it aloud.


    ¡°Stacy strutted confidently into the hall, hoping his eyes were all on her. Immediately she bends down, acting as if to clean the floor. But in reality, she was showing off her bubbly butt and child-bearing hips in an attempt to get his attention. None of those were enough, though. So Stacy, knowing she hadn¡¯t excited her target of the night, flipped her skirt fully over her back. Now she was confident he would give it to her. Why you ask? Because she was not wearing her panties.¡± Sharron paused her reading for a few seconds to let out a few ahems, as if trying to deepen her voice like a man before continuing. ¡°He looked down at his whore acting like a puppy, begging for his attention. He didn¡¯t want to give it to her yet, but his eyes stared at her love canal gushing like a waterfall. Smirking, he realized the bitch was corrupted beyond saving and now was his to play around with. So he pulled down his pants, whipping out his Magnus opus dingus.¡±


    ¡°M-Mrs. Sharron¡­ please..¡±


    ¡°Eh, come on, don¡¯t be like that. We haven¡¯t yet been to the best part. Don¡¯t you want to see what his Magnus opus dingus could do? How about the part about her waterfall? Honestly, it looks to me like she is peeing.¡± Sharron asked. Seated in a nearby chair, she held the book with drawings beneath her chin, her eyebrows arching up as she faced him.


    She checked his face for any reaction. Seeing him persist in staring at the wall, unwilling to face her, Sharron continued her voiceover.


    ¡°Stacy urgently turned around!!, her sultry eyes wildly landing on the source of her desire. Suddenly her uterus cringed, an evolutionary recognition of an Alpha by a woman¡¯s body¡±


    That was the final straw. Nero turned around to face her, his eyes pleading with her to stop this torture. Never in his life did he wish to have awakened teleportation powers. He wished he could rip through the space and escape this place at once.

 8. My first Teacher (1)

    Sharron smiled gleefully inside as she witnessed the torment she was causing him. Finally, she had her fill of sweet revenge. Now was the time for the main course.


    ¡°Sigh... Boy,¡± Sharron began, her voice tinged with annoyance and admonishment. ¡°You might have already heard the rumors, I and Carlos are spending quite the sum and pitching in plenty of effort to make a move to the city. Adding Jacob¡¯s tuition to all that is a tight strain on our wallet, even for us,¡± Sharron continued, her voice growing colder. ¡°Yet we never stopped our child from studying or forced him to earn something doing knick-knacks in the village while kids his age do the same. Do you know why? It¡¯s because we as parents want him to have the best future we could give him.¡±


    ¡°I have been monitoring your work, Tutor Nero, and until now, I have been genuinely pleased with the results. But your actions like these are now hindering Jacob¡¯s prospects. I can¡¯t accept this. If this is how you plan to continue, we should end this farce right now.¡± Sharron¡¯s tone was slow and crisp toward the end as if to make him fully aware of her warning.


    He felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he desperately searched for the right words to defend himself.


    ¡°Mrs. Sharron, I am sorry. I won¡¯t resort to any absurd explanations to rationalize my mistake. I fully acknowledge that I am to blame. But I promise you, I never meant to hold up Jacob¡¯s studies. I hope you can take this time¡¯s lapse as a one-time thing and forgive me. Please be rest assured, this is the last occasion you¡¯ll have to endure hearing this from me.¡±


    Nero was truthful on his part.


    After all, putting a dent in Jacob¡¯s progress was never his intention.


    ¡°I will take your word for it and pretend this didn¡¯t happen. But you can¡¯t share these things with Jacob, okay? That kid already doesn¡¯t focus on his studies much. If you throw these things into the mix, the kid will surely fail. I hope you realize that.¡± Sharron¡¯s voice mellowed down as she believed his apology was heartfelt.


    Nero nodded his head, affirming that he fully understood her concerns.


    ¡°But this can¡¯t go on either. We have to ensure such problems won¡¯t crop up in the future. Tell me, Tutor Nero, why did you share the book with Jacob?¡±


    ¡°T-that¡­ I¡­¡± Nero shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes darting nervously around the room.


    ¡°You don¡¯t need to be flustered. I can sort of guess. It¡¯s common for guys to share these things, discuss and brag about them, and feel good. I know most guys your age do such things around the village. You are doing it just like them, aren¡¯t you?¡±


    Nero wanted to retort that he wasn¡¯t like those bums, and this was all part of his grand plan. However, the few functioning brain cells he had left warned him that opening his mouth would only spell more trouble, so he wisely kept silent.


    ¡°These things are very normal. Having such curiosity and urges at your age is healthy. But you don¡¯t have any friends to share and discuss these things, so you gave it to Jacob, right?¡±


    Sharron continued her misunderstanding without waiting for Nero to confirm as if she knew she was on the right track.


    ¡°Taking care of such urges is necessary, but we can¡¯t involve Jacob in these things, and neither do you have any friends to rely on. And what would we do if these unresolved urges get in your way of duty, Tutor Nero? Wouldn¡¯t these hinder you from helping in Jacob¡¯s studies? We can¡¯t have that now, can we?¡±


    Nero merely nodded at her queries, not quite understanding where she was going with this.


    ¡°So,¡± Sharron continued, ¡°Tutor Nero needs someone thoughtful enough to teach you to deal with your urges and talk with these things without making you feel ashamed of yourself¡±


    He couldn¡¯t argue with her logic.


    ¡°As Jacob¡¯s mother,¡± she declared, ¡°I can¡¯t let his tutor not lose himself to these urges. Is it not my responsibility to fulfill the Tutor¡¯s needs to help my son succeed in his studies? In that case, I will take the responsibility and teach you everything you need to know.¡±


    ¡°Eh¡­¡±


    ¡°I said,¡± Nero¡¯s mind raced as Sharron wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her face as if about to share a secret. ¡°You can share these books with me,¡± she whispered, ¡°and maybe we could, you know, try out what is in there if Tutor Nero is up for it.


    More than her sensual breath tickling his ear, it was her words that tipped him over the edge. The instant his brain figured out what she said, he felt fireworks lighting up in him.


    ¡°Now then, I will start calling Tutor Nero as ¡®Student Nero¡¯ in our sessions, okay? Don¡¯t you worry, my lesson is free and you can return the favor by helping out Jacob more. Or¡­ will my good student pay me with something else~¡±


    Though his face showed pure joy at how the situation turned out, he remained mum, unsure how to respond to her advances.


    ¡°Our first lesson is going to be¡­ kissing! say, Student Nero, have you ever kissed someone?¡± Seeing him silent, Sharron lightly clapped her hands and tenderly spoke, encouraging him to respond to her.


    Unfortunately, Nero¡¯s awkwardness and panic made him unable to utter even a single word. He opened his mouth multiple times, but no word came out.


    Looking at him acting like a fish out of water, Sharron shook her head in disappointment.


    In the end, she decided to take matters into her own hands.


    Slowly, her left hand snaked through his chest, finally resting to check his heartbeat. Sharron monitored the rhythm of his heartbeat with her dainty hand.


    ¡°Gosh, wouldn¡¯t your heart burst out like this? You¡¯re scared on the first day of school, huh? Hmm.. Don¡¯t sweat it, okay, Teacher got just the medicine for you,¡± she said confidently.


    Before he could figure out what she meant, her body leaned into him. Placing her knee over his chair, she stood up a little, her hands gently cupping his face. With a swift movement, Sharron pressed her rosy lips against his, gently teasing them with a playful nibble before pulling abruptly away.


    She retreated just as fast as she attacked.


    When Nero realized what had just happened, he craned his neck to look at her.


    Sharron was standing near with one knee on his chair, her arms clutching his chair, enclosing him. A few strands of her hair flowed down, softly brushing his face. The evening glow of the sun breaching through the window illuminated her face, casting a halo-like glow as she looked down at him.


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    If it were any other moment, he would have etched her current profile deep in his heart to brush it out later. He would have been even troubled by the bulging chest in her black gown mere inches away from his face. However, at that moment, his attention was completely captured by the sight of her cherry lips, which granted him a fleeting second of pure bliss.


    Nero swiftly ran his tongue across his lips, trying to savor her lingering taste again, all while maintaining eye contact with Sharron. That was enough consent for Sharron to relaunch her siege with a smile.


    She moved gently towards him, tilting her head slightly to the right. Her soft rosy lips parted lightly before locking his lower lip between them. A shock passed through him when she lightly swept the tip of her tongue over his lower lip.


    He felt his eyes close in the euphoria.


    When he reopened his eyes, he was greeted with the view of Sharron attempting to probe her tongue into his mouth. Her eyes were closed shut, and her hands still cupped his face. Nero absentmindedly brought his hands over her narrow waist before pulling her down to sit on his lap. Then He opened his mouth, granting the vixen permission to do her thing.


    Nero remained in that chair, holding Mrs. Sharron¡¯s waist closely as she sat on his lap, fully surrendering himself to her control.


    After what felt like the time it takes to burn three-fourths of an incense stick, her intense assault of passion finally ceased.


    ¡°Mmm¡­Now all your fears have been snuffed out, right?¡± she softly whispered in his ears.


    ¡°Hah¡­ gasp.. I didn¡¯t know you were also a talented healer, Mrs. Sharron. Do you have any more of this medicine?¡±


    ¡°Ara, Did Student Nero find the medicine tasty~¡±


    Nero dumbly nodded his head to answer her.


    ¡°Then, Student Nero should be happy to know that your teacher has a variety of medicines to address any illnesses you may have.¡±


    Nero wanted her to list those specific medicines for each illness but stopped himself when he witnessed her next action.


    Sharron teasingly extended her pink tongue, emitting a soft hum of anticipation, enticing him to reciprocate her intimate gesture.


    Nero couldn¡¯t help but be fascinated with her pink tongue, which was now trembling as she stuck it out from her mouth. His lips gently pecked against her extended tongue before rubbing it with the tip of his tongue.


    The mix of her heated breath and tingling sense of pleasure from the contact was enough to freeze him on the spot.


    ¡°Not like that Student Nero~ Stick out your tongue. Let me teach you how.¡±


    When Nero stuck his tongue, Sharron gently clasped his face with her hand, bringing her face down closer to him. She slowly slid her tongue into his mouth, indenting to give him a lesson on carnal knowledge. Her lips rubbed and devoured his tongue as if eating an ice pop. He felt his tongue melt in her control and warmth.


    Nero could feel himself getting back into the euphoria he experienced. Still, she was not letting himself fully immerse in those sensations. Sharron¡¯s tongue moved above his outstretched tongue teasingly before retreating. She repeatedly ¡®tagged¡¯ him before backtracking, inviting him to make the next move.


    He gladly responded, taking her cue.


    Their lips met in a passionate embrace as Nero leaned up to her.


    His hand resting at her waist came alive, roaming its way up to her nape. He pulled her head closer while nibbling her rose-colored lips.


    The taste of her breath, the sweet floral aroma of her skin, and the gentle pressure of her mouth against him all gave life to flutters of butterflies in his stomach. Their bouts of tongues and lips made him sense an intimate connection and an intense yearning to devour more of her.


    Sharron finally put a stop to their duel by pulling away from him. Their eyes both locked onto each other as they panted slightly before breaking into a smile of joy.


    She fondly ran her right hand back and forth through his raven hair, feeling the silky strands slipping through her fingers. Nero¡¯s hand also glided down from her nape, trailing a tender path down her spine until it reached her waist, which stuck around to caress her affectionately.


    In that moment, they embraced the serenity and bliss washing over them, letting their bodies relax in each other¡¯s arms.


    Breaking the silence, Sharron spoke with solemness in her voice.


    ¡°No one should know of this matter, okay? If things come to light, we both have to hang ourselves.¡±


    ¡°I understand. You can trust me, Mrs. Sharron. No soul beyond us will know of this matter.¡± Nero¡¯s voice mirrored her seriousness, knowing the gravity of the situation.


    While adultery may not carry legal consequences, the potential fallout of being discovered was not to be taken lightly. The people here were pretty much stuck in Victorian-era morality. If caught, it would spell social death for both of them. Social ostracization and shaming in a community, where everyone was depended on each other for livelihood, was bound to hurt them like hell. More so for Mrs. Sharron. A mother and wife engaging in any act jeopardizing her family¡¯s future was frowned upon. Their pursuit of personal interest over a stable family will be heavily criticized, as societal needs far outweigh individual desires. The nail that sticks out will get hammered down. Nero had long done his homework and grasped how the gears of society spun around here.


    ¡°Ara, did my student feel blue when the topic got serious? Need more of my medicine to cheer you up?¡± Her teasing voice broke his thoughts.


    That was all it took Nero to brighten up. His eyes shone with excitement and anticipation of what the seductress had in store for him.


    ¡°Aww, ain¡¯t you like a cute puppy?¡± Sharron pulled his cheek, seeing his reaction, before leaning down to land a smooch on his forehead.


    ¡°Say Student Nero, when you read that book, you did it, right?¡±


    Nero felt heat rising in his cheeks upon hearing her question. Sharron, seeing his reaction, knew she had struck a chord.


    ¡°Tell me, Student Nero,¡± she asked in a low, steamy tone, ¡°who did you fantasize about when you were doing it?¡± Her voice held a hint of mischief and curiosity.


    ¡°I did it imagining the most stunning woman in Agroville,¡± Nero confessed, his tone a blend of confidence and bashfulness, fully aware that he had to play this right to get more of her hot medicine. He didn¡¯t fully disclose who he meant, but his eyes locked with her and conveyed the answer.


    The answer might have been good enough for Sharron, as she let out a tinkly laughter before swooping down to reward him with a smooch on his right cheek.


    ¡°Mrs. Sharron, have you also d-done it¡­ while reading the book?¡± encouraged by his initial success, Nero picked up the opportunity to pose his question. The only thing on his mind was to keep up the flirtatious nature of the conversation and make her say more of those things.


    ¡°Fufu, did what exactly?¡± Sharron¡¯s voice got back to her teasing mode.


    Nero found himself at a loss for words. He didn¡¯t exactly have the confidence to ask a grown woman whether she fingered herself imagining him. Not yet, at least.


    Seeing him silent, she set about to do her thing.


    Sharron shook her head before arching her arms to gather her hair. Her slender hands ran through her hair before bunching them together, deftly twisting and shaping them into a neat bun. Throughout the entire process, Nero¡¯s eyes never left her as he meticulously admired her every gesture, drawn by her exquisite features.


    Her graceful arch of arms exposed him to her fully shaved fair armpits in the sleeveless gown. A single golden chain adorned her elegantly curved neck, leading down into her alluring cleavage, where he suspected the pendant bearing Carlos¡¯s name snuggled inside.


    As his eyes continued to roam, he couldn¡¯t help but adore her shapely breasts perfectly cuddled inside the confines of her gown. The fair texture of her skin stood out against the black clothing, creating a visually striking contrast.


    ¡°Like what you are seeing?¡± Sharron asked, securing a neat bun on top of her head.


    Nero lazily nodded without bothering to take his eyes off her two white bunnies. He didn¡¯t need permission to ogle at the woman sitting in his lap who gave him a Frenchie seconds ago.


    Seeing his idle answer, Sharron reached for the straps of her gown, giving her jugs a good shake merely inches away from his face.


    Nero¡¯s heart skipped a beat.


    He wondered whether her breast would now spill out from the black dress, causing a rush of excitement and panic to surge through him. Nothing of that sort happened.


    The only thing her actions did was turn on him more.


    Laughing smugly at his flushed face, Sharron rose from his lap before walking towards her bedroom.


    Pausing at the doorway, she stood there; her back turned to him. He couldn¡¯t help but hold his breath. Her knee-length black dress had ridden up, now scrunched just below her shapely bottom. Her long lithe legs, supple thighs, and the outline of her curvy bottom were all out in the open. She made no effort to adjust her clothing, exactly knowing where his eyes would be.


    Sharron slightly turned her head with her fleshy buns still facing him and gave him a deep look before going inside her bedroom. Something within Nero snapped, seeing her inviting eyes. He stood up a beat later, walking towards her like a puppet being pulled by an invisible string.

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    He stayed in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room before him. It was a slightly spacious room, adorned with a pair of casement windows curtained on the side. In the center of the room stood a plush bed, with a small table next to it. A glowstone lamp and a framed wedding photo of Carlos and Sharron were placed on the bedside table. The walls were painted in a soft rose hue, with only a lone ticking clock as decoration high above the windows. Overall, it was a tastefully decorated room with a minimalist aesthetic and ample accommodation.


    Propping this up from nothing must have taken years of tolling. Carlos surely poured days and nights of his sweat and money into it. And now, inside the room meant for him, stood Nero, watching his wife taking off her wedding necklace. The one her husband had lovingly placed around her neck on their wedding day, its pendant engraved with his name, signifying her as his.


    Sharron placed her wedding necklace inside the drawer and turned her wedding photo face down as if to hide the scandalous affair and betrayal about to unfold from her love.


    Standing there with her back still turned to Nero, she grabbed the hems of her now scrunched-up black gown before pulling it smoothly over her head. She threw the gown over the headboard before proceeding to climb on the bed in nothing but her underwear to hide her modesty. Ready to pour her sweat with another man on the bed bought exclusively for them by her husband.


    Nero was speechless as she leisurely stretched her body, like a cat, before settling gracefully on her right side. Her right elbow rested on the pillow, propping her head up with her hand. With an air of ownership, Sharron laid there lazily, like a queen in her palace, her eyes fixed on him as if he were the performer of her private show. All the while, they were clad in only black lacy cotton underwear and a matching lacy bra of the same color.


    The gap in her haughty face and her seductive attire was driving him hysterical.


    His purple eyes roamed her hourglass figure like a beast. The woman was truly the finest specimen and fully deserved every admiration she received as the number one beauty in Agroville. He was truly perplexed about where to even start with eating this juicy peach. Should he begin from her slender neck? Burying her in deep kisses and love bites, marking her as his. What about her melons? They felt begging to be freed out of her black lacy bra that was barely even restraining them. Without her gown, half of her breasts were already out in the open. He could fully see their shape and size, even make out her rose nips poking at her flimsy bra in excitement. His eyes followed the curves of her body, and couldn¡¯t help but notice her slim waist. It was flawlessly smooth, with her delicate belly button adding a touch of charm. Carlos had even gifted her a golden belly chain to perfect its glamor. Such a good husband!


    As Nero¡¯s eyes trailed further down, her most coveted honeypot caught his attention, snuggled seamlessly behind her lacy black underwear. He finally knew where to start when he noticed the glistening wet patch on her black underwear highlighting her camel toe.


    He lunged forward like a raging bull ready to mount the bewitching married beauty. There was only one overwhelming thought in his mind: to pin her down and experience the intoxicating taste of her treasured flower. A right which the wife reserved solely for her husband. Nero wanted it.


    Unfortunately for him, he was not the one calling shots in that bed. Sharron effortlessly shook off his charge like a skilled matador with the sole of her right foot, toying with him a few times, trying to calm his nerves.


    Nero grabbed her feet in frustration with his left hand. He paused himself with one knee on the footboard of the bed. The vixen had been playing with him ever since he set foot inside her house. She had been splashing cold water on every flare of courage he gathered when he attempted to take the reins. However, she had also taken him to cloud nine and been guiding him.


    He moved his left hand, which clasped her leg to the side, causing her to stretch further. His eyes traveled past her toned legs and supple thighs, setting his sights fully on her damp crotch. The sight of her snatch, leaking her juice in the black underwater, made his mouth water. He had a powerful urge to rip those trifling panties off and stuck his tongue inside her to savor what she would taste like. Nevertheless, he reined himself.


    ¡°Calmed down now, bad boy? Don¡¯t be so hasty. Look at the clock. We still have a few hours on our hands. Let¡¯s take our lesson slow and steady, alright?¡±


    Nero didn¡¯t answer but looked at her long, fair feet in his hand. He brought them closer to his face. The touch of her skin felt as if running his fingers across smooth satin, and the gentle curve of her instep fit perfectly in his palm. Her feet were pristine, without a single speck of dirt or blemish. The well-proportioned toenails, manicured carefully with a red hue, and the golden glint of her anklet, were the only adornments he could find in her delicate feet. Nero gently traced his fingers along the curve of her heel, tickling the minx as punishment.


    ¡°Mm-hmm,¡± Sharron brought her finger to her mouth, gently biting into them to hold the moan leaking from her as she squirmed in sweet agony. The moment Nero felt she began to let her guard down, he pressed his lips deeply into her toes and gave the curve of her feet a quick lick, all in a single motion.


    ¡°Ahh!¡± She arched her hips in shock before promptly withdrawing her feet from his grasp. He also freed her graceful leg without putting up any fight.


    There was silence in the bedroom, with Sharron lying in there with rushed breathing and Nero with his one knee on the bed¡¯s footboard, eyeing her hungrily like a beast. It seemed the antics of a horny teenager troubled even the experienced vixen.


    In a few seconds, Sharron regained her bearing.


    ¡°Geez, Student Nero, you are acting like a horndog that has never seen a woman in its life,¡± Sharron cooed as if hurt by his actions. She gave him a side eye while gently twirling the only strand of hair that escaped her hair bun.


    ¡°I am sorry, Mrs. Sharron. I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.¡± That came from the bottom of his heart. At some point, Nero had long forgotten why he started all this ruse. All he wanted now was to make this charming woman come under him and writhe in pleasure, with no hindrance. Even if she asked him to grab the moon or slap Buddha for that as a price, he was more than willing to try.


    ¡°Aiya! Those are the final advanced lessons, Student Nero. You won¡¯t be able to fully learn those until you complete the intermediate lessons, understand?¡±


    He nodded and remained silent without saying a word or moving, leaving everything up to the vixen to decide.


    ¡°Teacher can¡¯t continue our class with you in such an aroused state, Student Nero,¡± Sharron suggested her voice a whisper. ¡°It might be a good idea to calm someone down and release some tension.¡±


    Nero¡¯s eyes followed her gaze and he looked down. His hard dick was straining against his pants, pointing straight at her like a fully drawn sword, ready to battle. He didn¡¯t need to be told twice what she wanted him to do.


    He dipped his thumbs into the sides of his pants, clutching both the elastic of his underwear and the waistband of his pants in his grip. In one swift movement, he pulled both down in one swoop before stepping out of them. Next, he unbuttoned two of the front buttons of his shirt, pulled it over his head, and dropped it to join his pants on the floor.


    Locking his eyes with her, he stepped back, intent on giving her a full view of his birthday suit. Every inch of his body, from his neck to his toes, had been forged through countless days of grueling hard work, all in pursuit of becoming an invulnerable warrior. He couldn¡¯t wait to find out how his chiseled flesh would fare against this mature woman in bed.


    As Sharron¡¯s eyes fully took his naked self in all its glory for the first time, an audible gulp echoed through the room.


    ¡°Ah!¡± she pressed down gently on her plumb and swelled pussy over her underwear, trying to calm down the growing itch. She could already feel herself leaking more of her sex fluids, making an even more mess out of her already damp underwear. Damn! Would that thing even fit inside me?


    ¡°G-go ahead, Student Nero, show me what you always do imagining your teacher.¡±


    Unlike her usual self, Sharron¡¯s voice showed no trace of teasing or provocation. Instead, there was a hint of slight fear and apprehension as she laid eyes on his eager meat stick. Nero should have caught on to it if he was in a normal state, but now he was anything but normal.


    Hearing her order, he immediately stroked his swollen dick as if an excited monkey. The entire situation felt surreal.


    Here he was, buck naked from head to toe, in the privacy of another man¡¯s bedroom. While he worked his ass off in a dangerous, unknown land, his wife here was spreading her legs wide. The spectacle of her touching herself in their bed and the command to beat his meat for her as she eyed his cock like a cheap whore was all making him doubt whether this was even real. What he did know was that the immorality of the situation and the possibility of tasting the forbidden fruit at any moment from now on was driving him high into some bizarre ecstasy. So he excitedly kept on jerking his enlarged meat stick. Not just to please the bombshell pleasuring herself in the bed for now, but also to pay tribute to her for pleasures that awaited them in the future.


    Ten minutes later, Nero groaned, feeling a pulse rising from his groin, ready to release his load. Despite his desire to hold back, he couldn¡¯t resist more against Sharron¡¯s seductive pose on the bed, intensified by her revealing outfit and the provocative way she touched herself.


    ¡°Are you going to cum?¡± Sharron rose from bed and crawled on all fours to the edge, seeing him standing nearly on his tiptoes.


    ¡°Hmm,¡± he merely hummed.


    ¡°Don¡¯t dirty the floor, pour it down your teacher¡¯s throat,¡± Sharron winked at him mischievously and opened her mouth. For a second, he couldn¡¯t believe it. But realizing he couldn¡¯t hold up much longer, he staggered toward the edge of the bed.


    With his pulsing rod in hand, he aimed at Sharron¡¯s face as she positioned herself on all fours in bed.


    The first spurt of cum hit her cheek instead of her waiting mouth. So, Nero lodged his entire mushroom head inside her mouth. He watched as her throat moved up and down in a rhythmic motion, with his warm cum pumping down from her mouth.


    Fully satisfied with his climax, he gave his shaft one last shake before withdrawing it from her mouth. He slapped his cock on her face as she closed her eyes and savored the taste of his release.


    Sharron used her finger to scoop the cum splattered on her face, gleefully sucking it off.


    ¡°Hot!!¡­ Mhmm.., and Tasty too~¡± Her cheerful cooing sounded music to his ears.


    ¡°Time to move on to the next lesson, Student Nero,¡± she whispered, locking her gaze with his, and then playfully positioning herself on all fours in bed, she announced cheerfully, ¡°Exploring the art of cunnilingus~¡±


    Nero looked at her love-shaped butt stuck out for him. The size of these was just perfect¡ªnot too absurd or unattractive¡ªbut they had a certain plumpness that made him imagine they would overflow if he squeezed them with both hands. Her swollen pussy was pushing against her black underwear and had made a mess out of it.


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    Nero decided to liberate her from its confines.


    Gently, he climbed onto the bed, pulling down her panties slowly as if unwrapping a precious gift. As the panties separated from her pussy, the nectar leaked by her honeypot made a delicate silver thread. She lifted her legs to make it easier for him to take it off of her.


    He clutched her black panties in his hands. The heat of her snatch and the dampness from her juices transmitted from them made him immediately bring them over his face. Without hesitation, he sniffed them and gave them a lick.


    He felt no taste of her from it, but the perverseness of doing that with a married woman¡¯s underwear in her active presence and permission gave him a jolt of pleasure.


    Nero dropped the underwear on the bed and lunged forward, rubbing his face and nose over her secret triangle.


    ¡°Aiya, not like that Student Nero,¡± Sharron, surprised and knocked forward from his enthusiasm, pushed his face away gently. She positioned herself comfortably on the bed, propping a fluffy pillow against the headboard. Then, she spread her legs wide open, inviting him.


    ¡°Come, your teacher had shaved it down just for you.¡±


    Nero looked down at her rosy slit, which seemed small and tight, with neat little labia lips and a tiny, hooded clit that was all now wet with her arousal. Like a beautiful flower, she had meticulously groomed them for him without leaving a single speck of hair. The reminder gives his already inflated ego another hike. He crawled himself between her open legs, his face inches away from her shaved entrance.


    ¡°Go on, kiss my bottom lips too, just like you kissed me earlier¡±


    He stuck his tongue out. Bringing his face down closer to her snatch, giving it a full lick before slowly sliding his tongue into her tight pussy. His lips devoured her while his tongue scraped her insides, melting her flower in his warmth.


    ¡°Mmm¡­ Ahh, you¡¯re doing great, Student Nero, B-but stop!¡± Nero was confused as Sharron nuzzled his head away with her hand after moaning for a few minutes. Before he could question, she used her fingers to pull her hood back to show off her pleasure button.


    ¡°Student Nero, most women may not reach O-Town with penetration alone,¡± she explained, her voice filled with pleasure. ¡°But this,¡± she continued, giving her clit a rub, ¡°Mmmfffp! Can get them to the finish line. Clitoral loving is the intense, targeted pleasure that makes us weak in the knees. Never be shy about it, okay? Now come, show the teacher¡¯s pussy some love.¡±


    He gladly responded, taking her cue.


    ¡°Ahh¡­Mhmmm¡­J-just like that.. slowly-Ah!.. increase pace ¡­mmm¡± Nero locked onto her clit, sucking it strongly and licking it with his tongue. He was honored with her moan every time he played with her magic button of bliss.


    It wasn¡¯t long before Sharron urged him to add his fingers into the mix and Nero sank a finger into her. It slid easily into her sloppy pussy and, to her shock, he immediately added another. He had long fingers and two of them together were thick, yet she was taking them smoothly. They filled her up perfectly.


    With his teacher¡¯s instruction, Nero hooked his fingers up to her pussy as if searching for something. He found what he was looking for, as he touched something inside that felt positively magical for her. Sharron¡¯s sudden lustful gasp and moan tipped him off, and Nero focused his attention on this area.


    To avoid getting boring, Nero also wriggled his tongue on her sweet cunt as if writing alphabets. His A¡¯s, B¡¯s, and C¡¯s were rewarded with her sweet moans growing louder.


    He truly felt like he was playing a musical instrument after hearing her lustful sonata.


    Nero worked his fingers in and out of her faster and faster, and her juices started to slosh and splash. Sharron was thrilled, as the familiar feeling of pressure was building up inside her and it felt like electric shocks were shooting through her body. She knew something was coming, and that it was going to be amazing.


    Her connection to reality seemed to fade away as the pleasure grew, reaching its peak. With her eyes rolling back, she let out a primal scream as she exploded with orgasm coursing through her veins. Her pussy clenched so tightly that it shoved Nero¡¯s fingers right out of her and squirted all over his face.


    She lay gape-mouthed with her back against the fluffy pillow as much as Nero, who was overwhelmed from witnessing a woman reach her climax for the first time in his life. He looked at his finger, now coated pussy juice. The thread-like wetness they made as he separated them stroked his interest. He immediately brought them to his mouth, suckling them to savor her taste.


    That was the sight Sharron, who just opened her eyes, greeted with.


    At that moment, she couldn¡¯t resist pulling him closer. Sharron peppered his face with her soft lips and she tasted herself on him. Sharron knew she was tasting her pussy juice and bottom lips from his face, and it wasn¡¯t unpleasant.


    ¡°You are such a good boy, Student Nero,¡± Sharron whispered in his ear after she piled him with kisses. ¡°Teacher loved your work. We¡¯ll skip everything else and dive straight into the final advanced lesson. Just say how you would like to fill your teacher¡¯s hole.¡± Her eyes twinkled with provocation and mischief as she bore deep into him.


    Unable to contain his excitement, he blurted out eagerly, ¡°From behind!¡±.


    Sharron chuckled at his eagerness and positioned herself on the bed, on all fours, presenting her love-shaped ass to him again. Hugging the fluffy pillow, she instructed him to retrieve protection from the drawer. Tucking it under her body, she sank into the pillow and pushed her backside towards him, inviting him to fill her with pleasure.


    Nero instantly fetched the protection from the drawer and wore it over his throbbing dick.


    He hopped on the bed and worked his member along her slit, using the shaft of it to massage her clit as he rubbed. Her juices dripped obscenely as he did so, and he was once again amazed at how wet she was.


    As Nero continued to rub her soaked nether regions, the bulge of his mushroom-shaped head now pressed against her clit with each stroke. Sharron, overcome with pleasure, managed to stammer a plea, her voice barely audible, ¡°Please... ah... oh... put it in... ah... please.¡±


    He eagerly obliged, plunging his hardened length into Mrs. Sharron¡¯s tight opening.


    Nero was taken aback by the resistance, and he could only penetrate her halfway. He could see how unbelievably wet she was from here, however, which was no doubt the source of the ease of his entry. The suddenness of it didn¡¯t appear to please her, however. She may have been begging for it, but she had a pained look on her face and she grimaced as he worked his dick back and forth, trying to get in.


    ¡°Damn, I can¡¯t believe how tight you are, Mrs. Sharron. I guess it¡¯s not surprising considering how little time your husband spent in the village, but it is still unbelievable seeing how sopping wet your pussy is and I can¡¯t even get halfway inside of you!¡± She wanted to react to him but could not get any words out, other than moaning.


    Sharron gasped for air as Nero finally managed to work himself into her and was now just holding his cock fully inside of her, sighing in pleasure. She could feel the pressure pushing against her deepest parts and stretching her vaginal walls to its limits. She was terrified that Carlos would notice how stretched she was once he got back in the village, but it was already inside of her now and she was starting to adjust to it. It wasn¡¯t quite comfortable, but it was satisfying the burning urge she had been feeling for years. She pulled away from Nero¡¯s throbbing member and let a long, loud, involuntary moan escape her lips. ¡°Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.¡± The boat had already sailed, and she needed to be fucked.


    Responding with a low growl, Nero started to work his cock back and forth. He had trouble moving at first, but each stroke seemed a little easier than the last, and soon he was pumping away at a frantic pace.


    He undid her bun and clutched her hair with one hand, gripping it firmly as he used it as a rein. His other hand found her hips, to guide his motion. Nero couldn¡¯t believe how effortlessly he slipped in and out of her in a few minutes.


    In his excitement, he playfully slapped her firm buttocks in delight over his progress, marking her jiggling butt with fresh red handprints.


    Sharron¡¯s juices gushed with dirty wet sounds, as she was starting to feel good. As he violently pounded away at her pussy, she rapidly found herself panting ¡°Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck¡± slowly building up herself towards another orgasm.


    Suddenly, Nero halted his movements, eliciting a groan of protest from Sharron. He cooed at her reassuringly, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Mrs. Sharron, I won¡¯t leave you hanging for long¡±.


    With an audible pop, he pulled out his dick from her hole, and rolled her over quickly on the pillow, putting her face to face with him.


    Sharron found herself staring at her pussy somehow. He had laid her down on her back on the pillow and pulled her legs up over his head, pointing her ass straight up in the air. Before she could regain her composure, he leaned in, pressing her soft breasts against his hard, muscled chest. Their lips met and then their tongues as they kissed passionately.


    Nero withdrew slightly. With her legs still in his clasp, he put his hard cock above her entrance.


    Sharron glanced down. His hard cock extended far beyond her golden waistbelt, its mushroom-shaped tip now resting atop her exposed belly button. She felt a fresh spread of warmth through her groin at the erotic site.


    Nero pulled back and pushed the head of his cock into her pussy, sliding back into her noisily as her wet crotch welcomed him back eagerly as if it couldn¡¯t be enough of him. Her pussy was stuffed so full Sharron was sure it was at its maximum capacity. She watched Nero¡¯s dick sloppily pistoning in and out of her. Her juices splashed out onto the bed with each stroke.


    Though the position seemed extremely awkward at the start, Nero managed to pull it off smoothly as he fucked her hard. The change in position caused his cock to shift inside of her, their angle allowed him to expertly scrap her pleasure zones accurately.


    Had he done this before? Sharron doubted seeing his experienced demeanor.  Regardless, she was certain that this made him penetrate even deeper into her than Carlos ever had. Lost in a haze of thoughts and the blissful sensations firing up in her head, Sharron reached down to plunge her fingers above his cock, rubbing at her clit.


    She closed her eyes, surrendering to the thrill, relishing the feeling of being filled to the brim.


    Nero kept up a furious pace, pounding into her with unrestrained excitement, and her pleasure reached its peak.


    She could feel his cock rubbing inside of her body and the heat of it fueling her orgasm to nearly burst. ¡°I¡¯m cumming,¡± she practically screamed, her voice echoing in the room. The sensation was intense and her body was spasming like crazy. As she came for the second time, her pussy clamped down on Nero¡¯s dick, although not nearly as violently as it had clamped down on his fingers earlier. Either her muscles were too weak to push him out, or his dick was simply too long to be pushed out, but he remained inside of her and she could feel jets of cum being sprayed into the condom stuck in her deepest parts as he had an orgasm himself and unloaded inside of her.


    Nero¡¯s dick popped out and Sharron¡¯s hole started obscenely spilling her juices all over the place. She soaked the bed and his knees, but he just laughed unaffected by the mess.


    He removed the condom that was filled with his warm cum and tied a knot tightly before gently setting it down on the bed.


    ¡°Mrs. Sharron, are we done with today¡¯s lessons?¡±


    Nero playfully taunted as he looked down at the ravaged, naked beauty on the bed. His gaze drifted between her messy hair, flushed skin, and perky breasts surging up and down with her uneven breath.


    Sharron opened her fluttering eyes but couldn¡¯t bring herself to meet his gaze. The married woman¡¯s teasing and provocation melted away in the face of the cheeky teenager. Her eyes trailed down his sculpted chest to his well-defined abs and finally rested on his half-erect meat rod. It still seemed raring to go, waiting only for her touches to recover its full glory.


    ¡°There is more in the drawer,¡± Sharron said, her voice barely audible


    A mischievous grin formed on his lips when he pieced together her words, failing to hide the smugness on his face. He swiftly hopped off the bed to grab the drawer.


    For a long time, the sounds of flesh smacking together, accompanied by the raw, animalistic grunts of a man and the intoxicating moans of a woman, echoed throughout the bedroom.


    With the sun gone, darkness started slowly spreading its might across the Agroville village.


    Nero stood outside Carlos¡¯s home fastening his footwear in the dim light. Finishing up his work, he straightened himself.


    On the doorstep stood Carlos¡¯s wife, without a single piece of cloth on her body to cover her nudity. Her lips were slightly swollen, and love bites crowded from her neck to her protruding soft breasts. Below, packets of condoms filled with Nero¡¯s cum were tied to her golden waistbelt. All his handiwork.


    Damn!, the sight was enough to send a tremor below inside his pants.


    He lunged forward and ceased her upper lips for a kiss while his hands trailed down, fiddling with her bottom lips.


    ¡°Mmm,¡± Sharron enjoyed his charge for a few seconds before pushing him away. ¡°Sheesh, go home, idiot. We already stretched the time way past the limit.¡±


    ¡°Mrs-,¡± Sharron pushed a finger on his lips in discontent before he could open his mouth.


    ¡°How you name someone or something is important. To express love and close the gap between two people, it¡¯s best to use affectionate names and skip any formalities.¡±


    ¡°Thanks for sharing your boundless wisdom, teach,¡± He replied, pulling an exaggerated face.


    Despite her stern tone, Nero struggled to take her seriously, especially with her standing in the doorway, completely naked and proudly displaying condoms filled with his semen around her golden waistbelt.


    ¡°Why did I even bother? Sigh¡­ now get going, shoo shoo. Jacob will be here any moment.¡±


    ¡°All right! Goodnight Sharron¡±


    Nero ran back sneakily to his home. Sharron was right. The time for the wedding to end was nearing, and if anyone were to see him linger around her house or even run into him during their trip back home, things would get dicey.


    So he carefully made his way back home.


    He slipped through the unlocked front door, thanked that things were as usual and Granny didn¡¯t lock the door. Silently, he skidded towards the bathroom. He couldn¡¯t wait to soak off the smell of sex and sweat. After that, he hits the bed straight. Sharron had drawn out everything from him. His sore body was now like a dry fountain with no water. He needed rest to replenish the juice.


    ¡°Did you just arrive?¡±


    Nero, who just grabbed the doorknob, paused himself. The sound of Granny¡¯s voice made his heart skip a beat. He was sure Granny¡¯s eyes were scanning his disheveled appearance as she questioned from near the front door. He didn¡¯t turn around fearing his face might give away something. So he hummed in response and jumped in the bathroom as naturally as possible.


    Granny looked deeply at the closed door. She seemed lost in thought, but suddenly a gleam flashed in her eyes as if hit by a realization. She slowly shook her head in disappointment before walking back to her room, muttering something.


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