[Attribute Points: 5]
[Gamma: 530]
Luke humd and then asked, ’Suggest a good pair of clothes at a low price.’
The system shop opened and presented several options.
Fortunately, all of them were below 5G, so he did not feel bothered scrolling through them.
Finally, he stopped at a brown sleeveless vest, a pair of matching pants that reached his ankles, and a set of hand woven sandals that felt quite comfortable on his feet.
People here usually stitch their own clothes or pay those who have gained expertise to craft garnts from various materials such as tree bark, leaves, and animal products.
However, the clothes he was wearing were made of fabric that might not even exist in this world. Or perhaps it was sothing only the rich could afford.
’I could actually start a business here and live a happy life...’ He had enough Gamma points to buy two hundred sets of clothes of this quality. But well, he had no intention of starting a business right now.
Once he finished dressing and combed his slightly damp hair, he stepped out of the room. He had just taken a bath.
Instead of heading to the dining hall, he walked toward the kitchen. Fortunately, his mother was there, cooking.
But she was not alone.
Laila stood beside her.
The two won were talking, and since his senses had improved recently, he could hear their conversation clearly even from the threshold.
"You need to give him so ti. You cannot force him to do sothing he has avoided his whole life." Monica seed to be convincing Laila. Perhaps coaxing her.
Luke rembered his father ntioning that Laila had a fight with Caleb earlier that morning.
It seed this was related to that.
Finally, he made his presence known as he approached his mother. "Hey, Mother."
She instantly turned with a smile. "Luke. Ah, these clothes... they look good on you."
Luke smiled back as he pulled his mother into his arms and glanced at the food she was making.
"Hmm? Just soup and bread?"
Monica smiled sheepishly. "Lex couldn’t bring at today, and since you aren’t having dinner tonight..."
Right. This might be a family, but everyone lived separately. If you hunted, you ate. You could share your food, but no one else could take a portion from your ration.
"Didn’t Father buy at for you? I gave him so coins this morning too."
Monica’s eyes widened, but then she shook her head. "It’s okay, Luke. I don’t need to eat much."
Luke huffed. It seed the old man was simply saving all the coins to buy sothing big later. Or maybe to leave the village. Who knew and who cares
Luke said firmly, "Cook the at from my portion and eat it, Mom. My share is yours too, okay?"
Monica’s cheeks ward at his words. It was usually a mate’s duty to bring food for his woman, yet here Luke was, taking care of her as though...
She dropped her gaze and let out a small, quiet hum.
That look on her face... Luke wanted nothing more than to press her against the counter and kiss her until she was breathless and trembling.
But there was a third person in the kitchen.
He finally turned to Laila. "What’s your deal? What happened with Caleb?"
Laila scoffed. "You don’t need to know. It’s got nothing to do with you."
Luke’s brows lifted slightly. "If you want, I can help. You only have to ask."
Laila flinched at the offer. The mory of the last ti she had asked him for a favor was still fresh. Her body stiffened, heat crept up her neck, and her fingers tightened around the edge of the counter. She refused to et his eyes.
Luke gave an inward chuckle, then leaned down to press a quick kiss to Monica’s lips. "I’m heading out," he murmured against her mouth. "Eat well... and wait for ."
The hungry glint in his gaze sent a shiver through her. She ducked her head, warmth flooding her entire body.
Luke grinned at her reaction, then left the house.
He couldn’t wait for night to fall. He wanted to see his sweet Monica in that nightdress and fuck her until she forgot everything but him.
He couldn’t recall craving any woman this intensely before. Maybe his friend’s mother, once—though she had been the one to introduce him to sex, so it made sense she beca his early fantasy.
But Monica was different.
The need to unravel her, to drown her in pleasure so sharp it blanked her mind, to hear her moan in helpless delight and feel her squirt around him... it consud him. He wasn’t sure he could hold back much longer.
As he stepped out of the house, a familiar voice greeted him.
"I was waiting for you."
Luke turned and found Dart standing there with his arm raised.
Luke nodded before saying, "Didn’t think you would be invited too."
Dart gave a wry smile. "Well, I didn’t risk my life, but yeah. I served the Chief when no one else did... so I guess that counts for sothing?"
Luke chuckled. "I was just joking. I know your contribution, Dart. After my battle, you patrolled around the house knowing I wasn’t at my full strength."
Dart knew that Larry, the one responsible for keeping watch over everything, was dead, so he took over the role himself. Thanks to that, Luke had been able to rest easy and focus on visible threats instead of constantly worrying about sothing lurking in the shadows.
Dart rubbed the back of his head, slightly embarrassed before saying, "So? What do you think they would give us? I am quite excited to know about your reward. You took down a trained killer and protected the chief’s family."
Luke stuffed his hands in his pockets before muttering, "I am not really excited about what the chief could give ." His lips curved before he added, "I am more interested in what Lady Roxanne could provide ."
That hot lady has been on his mind ever since he saw her the first day.
And with this recent developnt, he knew how he could lessen their distance.
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A/N:- I made discord and posted their images.
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