Catherine had lost both of her parents at a young age. Fortunately, the villagers never tried to take her ho, the only thing she had left of her family.
She lived independently, sustaining herself by gathering herbs and making simple dicines, though her knowledge of dicine was still quite basic. More than that, Catherine had a knack for crafting traps—simple yet effective hunting traps that she sold to the villagers. They were easy to install, making hunting much more convenient for others.
Today, however, there was an unusual commotion outside her small ho.
A small group of villagers, mostly young won, had gathered in front of her house.
Because of him.
"Oh, is that the outsider?"
"He looks so handso!"
"Not as handso as Leon," one girl scoffed, folding her arms.
The girls in the group, however, couldn’t take their eyes off Tyler.
He was outside, chopping wood. His strong arms flexed with each swing of the axe, his well-toned, muscular body glistening slightly under the daylight. His half-buttoned shirt did nothing to hide his trained physique.
He was completely unaware of the attention he was getting.
Catherine, on the other hand, was not.
"Stop drooling and get out of here!" she scolded, pushing the group away from her doorstep.
"But I just want to ask him about the outside world!" one of the girls whined.
Catherine rolled her eyes. "He doesn’t rember anything."
The group sighed in disappointnt.
"Poor guy... Maybe he’s my long-lost fiancé," one of the girls joked, sighing dramatically.
That was the last straw.
Catherine grabbed a broom and chased them away.
Tyler watched the retreating villagers with a quiet smile, though there was an undeniable loneliness behind it.
No matter how kind the people here were, no matter how peaceful this village seed, he knew he didn’t belong here.
"Who am I?" Tyler sighed, his thoughts swirling in confusion.
Catherine, noticing his somber expression, decided to cheer him up. "Ahh... We’re having monster at soup for lunch! Do you like it spicy?" she asked with a bright smile.
"I... don’t know." Tyler’s smile turned bitter.
He truly didn’t. He couldn’t rember what he liked, what he disliked, or even who he really was.
"Then I’ll just make it how I like it," Catherine laughed, patting his chest in a playful manner.
But her hand lingered.
She unconsciously ran her fingers over the firm muscles of his chest, feeling the strength beneath his skin.
Tyler tilted his head in confusion. "Do you like touching people?"
"W-what are you talking about?!" Catherine blushed furiously and jumped back like a startled rabbit.
She grabbed a basket in a hurry. "I-I’m going to buy so at! You take these woods to the third house and ask them for spices."
Before Tyler could reply, she ran off.
In this village, everything was based on bartering.
Catherine traded the hunting traps she made and the simple dicines she prepared for other goods. Now, with Tyler’s help, she had also started bartering firewood.
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In the heart of the village, surrounded by sprawling farmlands, stood the largest house—a symbol of wealth and status.
Villagers bustled about, tending to the crops and livestock, their hands busy with work, yet their eyes frequently flickered toward the lavish estate.
Inside, seated in a luxurious chair, was Leon—a man so beautiful that even won would envy his appearance.
His delicate features, soft skin, and ethereal grace made him look more like a celestial maiden than a man. His long, silky hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his deep, enchanting eyes held a dangerous glint beneath his charming smile.
In his lap sat a young village girl, her cheeks flushed as she took a bite of a plump, watery cherry fruit.
Juice trickled down her lips as she leaned forward, pressing her mouth against Leon’s in a sensual exchange.
Their tongues tangled, mixing the sweet, sticky cherry juice between them.
Just as their heated mont deepened, a voice interrupted.
"Leon-sama, it looks like that girl, Catherine, brought an outsider boy to her house. They even spent the night together."
The ssenger was another village girl, standing nearby, her voice filled with intrigue and gossip.
The girl in Leon’s lap gasped in shock, tumbling to the ground as Leon’s focus shifted.
But instead of responding imdiately, Leon raised his slender hand and extended a single finger toward the girl who had just reported the news.
Understanding his silent command, she eagerly leaned forward, wrapping her lips around his finger, licking it greedily as if savoring the remnants of a divine treat.
A slow, amused smile curved Leon’s lips.
"You did well..." he murmured, even his voice like silk.
His expression darkened slightly as he processed about Catherine’s news.
"That girl has always refused to let touch her. Yet now, she’s letting another man stay in her house?"
His voice was soft, but the underlying venom was unmistakable.
With an elegant swish of his robes, he turned and walked toward the inner chambers of the house.
Inside, Misra, the village chief, waited for him.
A mature woman, voluptuous and alluring, with a knowing smirk playing on her lips.
As soon as Leon entered, her expression turned into a pout.
"You’ve been playing with all these young girls..." she murmured, her voice carrying a hint of jealousy. "You don’t want anymore?"
Leon’s gaze turned serious.
He stepped forward, pressing his warm palm against her busty breast, squeezing it lightly.
"I want you," he whispered. "And I want all of them. I want everything. But if you don’t want ... I can always leave."
He pulled his hand away, watching her reaction carefully.
"No! Don’t!" Misra gasped, grabbing his wrist desperately.
She pressed his hand back onto her bare breast, her breath quickening.
Leon smirked.
"Good girl."
He patted her butt, his touch both affectionate and possessive, before stepping away and disappearing into the depths of the house.
"Bring your daughter tonight. Let’s play the whole night."
As he walked, his eyes glead with an unnerving obsession.
"In few days, I will drug Catherine... and play with her for a night. I wonder if that newcor already railed her?" His eyes was envy.
A week later , he really did drugged Catherine and brought her to his bed.
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