Pitiful Widower (16)

A succubus's desires are insatiable.

The Silver Mark tattoos were branded on their lower abdomens, a location that was inherently ambiguous and private.

After being repeatedly irrigated with scalding water, the originally dull patterns will become extremely vibrant, just like the most beautiful flowers in a garden waiting to be picked.

Bill is eating the flower stamen.

The flower stamens are small to begin with, wrapped in layers, and have not been subjected to any violent impact for a long time. They are so tender that they seem to swell up if you rub them a few times.

Bill may seem reckless, but despite his muscular physique that could kill ten men with a single punch, he still has a heart for women.

The flower stamens were sweet and tender; it was the first time he had ever seen anything like it, and he treated them with the utmost care, as if they were precious treasures.

But the nectar was too much and too fragrant.

Bill gradually lost his composure.

His breathing became heavy, and he exerted himself more, as if he had buried himself in a gentle embrace and was unwilling to get up.

... So soft and so sweet.

He couldn't believe that after living with Xue Ci for several years, he had let her sway her body like that without touching her even a finger.

Was he a saint before? Did he become religious?

Is that thing just for decoration?

Bill was filled with regret.

The sweet smell assaulted his nostrils, and Xue Ci hugged him like a ball of cotton.

It also resembles a delicious cream cake.

His rubbing made her skin wet and red.

Yet, pitifully, she couldn't speak.

Veins bulged from his forehead down his neck. Bill didn't know what was churning in his chest; perhaps his heart was pounding, or perhaps his brain was racing.

But what was he thinking?

He even felt his mind go blank, and could only see the handsome boy in front of him sobbing uncontrollably.

Xue Ci's reaction after being kissed was quite awkward.

The markings on her lower abdomen had turned a vibrant red, making her look like a rose in the snow against her alabaster-like skin.

"Song Xueci..." Bill stared at that face.

Perhaps because he said the dilapidated house wasn't soundproof, Xue Ci rarely made a sound from beginning to end. Even when she was so uncomfortable that her legs were trembling and her back was arched, only one or two short gasps escaped from between her lips.

It's pitiful, and it easily arouses sadistic desires.

That's fucking amazing... I just wanted it.

The thought of how many times Xue Ci's husband had eaten her filled Bill with uncontrollable jealousy.

Not only would he be licked, but Xue Ci Xue Ci would also sweetly call him "husband" and hold his wrist, spending all their time together. He was incredibly happy.

Bill lowered his head and called out again.

"Xue Ci."

Xue Ci's expression was different from usual. Her usually dull and dazed eyes became unfocused and lost, and her unfocused pupils were light-colored, appearing like beautiful glass beads under the light.

Beautiful, yet somewhat aloof.

Naturally, there is a sense of alienation.

Because those eyes never held him.

Bill tasted a sweetness he had never experienced before, and his desires were initially satisfied.

But the more this happens, the more empty one's desire becomes.

He also wanted Xue Ci to completely let go of his feelings of liking and dependence on him.

He knew he was asking for too much; being good in bed and not clingy was key to maintaining a long-term relationship with Xue Ci, but he simply couldn't stop there.

Am I destined to be a lover for life?

When Xue Ci found her next husband, he continued to be at her beck and call, giving her his body and his heart. What did he get in return?

Bill was unwilling to accept this.

At that moment, he finally realized why he had gone to such lengths to bring the person back.

Because Xue Ci always held an immeasurable place in his heart.

Love is about constantly possessiveness.

Xue Ci's soft face sank into the pillow. He was radiating sweet warmth, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his pure features had become alluring from the kiss.

Succubi really know how to seduce men.

The perfume on Bill's face had partially dried.

He shamelessly moved closer, so close that when Xue Ci eye contact, Xue Ci could only see his face magnified several times over.

"... What... what are you going to do?"

The boy shrank back in fright.

Bill was finally satisfied and moved away slightly, but his gaze fell on those rosy lips, and he leaned in again, wanting to kiss them.

Until he got slapped.

That slap hurt a lot.

Bill guessed Xue Ci had used all his strength. He licked his lips, leaned close to Xue Ci, and said like a thug, "You've slapped me like that, I'm so happy I could explode."

He paused for a moment when he saw Xue Ci's expression, then a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes.

You... you're not allowed to kiss me.

A weak and unconvincing order.

Such a weak force trying to act fierce only makes them want to be bullied even more.

Bill, still wanting more, asked, "Are you comfortable?"

Xue Ci clearly wouldn't answer that question.

The strange changes brought about by the succubus's body frightened him, especially the patterns on her lower abdomen, which felt very comfortable to be kissed.

It relieved the nauseating soreness.

Moreover, unlike usual, he wasn't tired at all. His blood and energy were flowing freely into every cell of his body, making him even more energetic than during the day.

Does he really have to rely on men for a living, as the information suggests?

Xue Ci hugged the blanket tightly.

Her whole body flushed a deep, ripe red.

Fortunately, he accepted it faster than he expected—and not only Bill, but also his nominal boyfriend Lu Min.

Two people, trying to have their cake and eat it too...

It seems like he's really trying to hook up with men now.

The bones are light and the joints of the whole body are relaxed and flexible.

Apart from the sticky feeling caused by the thin layer of sweat, which was uncomfortable, Xue Ci was in good health.

He sat up and went to the bathroom, only to see Bill practically burying his face in the sheet beneath him, trying to smell it.

"..."

Xue Ci pursed her lips, immediately kicked the other person, and showed a disgusted expression.

That kick almost disarmed Bill.

He grunted, "Is that enough? Do you want more?"

He was far from satisfied; if no deadline were given, he would continue to eat until he was completely stuffed.

Xue Ci using him and tossed him aside, not caring whether he lived or died. "I'm going to take a shower. Remember to change the sheets."

Bill chuckled softly twice.

"Why wash? I'll lick it clean for you."

"..."

Xue Ci couldn't resist Bill's shamelessness, so he ignored him, opened the wardrobe, took out a set of pajamas that fit him, and went to the bathroom.

This action inevitably reminded Bill of the past.

But he's not as easy to deal with as he used to be.

Xue Ci had only taken two steps when he followed closely behind, sticking to her like a leech.

Some of the weight pressed down on Xue Ci's shoulders, their bodies pressed tightly together.

"What should I do? I can't sleep all night."

Xue Ci's body stiffened slightly from the friction, her expression blank for a few seconds before she finally reacted. "... I don't know."

Bill chuckled and hugged her tighter. Sensing Xue Ci's resistance, he became even more excited, his voice hoarse. "Xiao Bai."

Bill was still covered in sweat, Xue Ci tried to push him away, but of course she was no match for his strength.

He turned to the side, tilted his head back, and met Bill's eyes.

Those eyes were far more honest than his nonchalant tone.

The deep-set eyes made the emerald green pupils look exceptionally focused, only able to hold a Xiao Xue Ci.

The man's nose was still damp, the water stains not yet dried.

The bulging veins on his forehead hadn't subsided, and his neck was covered in unevenly distributed sweat.

Her blond hair was now very messy, and Xue Ci knew it was because she had pulled it.

It looks very soft, but the texture isn't very pleasant.

Also, you can feel the other person's heartbeat when their chest is pressed against yours.

It was very forceful, one stroke at a time.

This feeling struck Xue Ci as odd.

He knew that Bill liked him. When he sensed that liking, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

I don't want to give them a bad attitude anymore.

at last.

Xue Ci gave Bill a reward that wasn't really a reward.

Her messy hair was gently straightened.

A tall, strong man with an arrogant and unruly demeanor.

At this moment, however, he obediently remained in place, being gently stroked by Xue Ci.

Rather than a tender moment after the event, Xue Ci felt more like she was petting a dog.

Is he a dog?

Bill realized this and was about to question her when Xue Ci interrupted him, "I'm too tired right now, maybe next time..."

Bill's eyelids twitched violently. After what seemed like a few seconds, he heard his own stupid, dog-like voice say, "Next time what?"

Xue Ci pursed her lips. "... I'll help you."

Bill was so excited he was about to faint. He grabbed Xue Ci's hand tightly, weaving it into every finger, as if Xue Ci hadn't said "help you" but promised to be his wife.

If you dare to play me again—

Bill gave him a big kiss on the cheek. "You know the consequences."

Xue Ci had already seen through him; he was just a paper tiger, and his harsh words were purely for intimidation.

Those who truly want punishment wouldn't say these things.

A series of fragmented memories suddenly flooded my mind.

Pink ribbons, crying, hugging, bunny ears... accompanied by a man's whispers.

Xue Ci recognized the man's voice, of course.

--Her husband who died young.

The other party seems to be the type who doesn't like to make harsh statements or directly impose punishments.

Bill realized Xue Ci was lost in thought, and pinched his cheek hard, not daring to investigate. "There's still hot water, enough for you to take a shower."

Xue Ci with a slow, deliberate "Oh," and pulled herself together.

This bath took a little too long.

Xue Ci needed to be very careful to clean the areas where Bill had touched her.

The skin on her thighs was even worse, a mess of red and purple, it was hard to tell whether it was from being licked or bitten.

Xue Ci squeezed out some shower gel, lathered it up, and rubbed it back and forth along the delicate, soft flesh.

As he bent over, he glanced at his stomach, which was flat and smooth, without any visible lines.

The bathroom was not quiet; the wind was blowing in through the cracks in the window. Xue Ci's shoulders trembled, and goosebumps rose all over her body.

He glanced back at the window; it wasn't transparent, yet it sent a chill down his spine, giving him the inexplicable feeling that something was watching him.

Xue Ci grew increasingly frightened, twisting her fingers as she opened the door. "Bill?"

Bill's fever had just subsided a little when Xue Ci's soft, watery voice called him back to life.

He coughed dramatically, "What did you forget?"

"No..." Xue Ci's fingers clung to the door, scalded pink by the hot water and still covered with a little foam.

A medley of aromas wafted over.

"Could you stand here with me?"

The dependent tone made Bill's Adam's apple bob.

He didn't ask anything, just stood quietly to the side. Occasionally, he would catch a glimpse of a fair figure through the crack in the door, his nose would itch, and he would immediately look away.

*

Xue Ci slept soundly in the latter half of the night.

The two of them woke up very early the next day. Bill prepared bread and milk, even removing the straw from the milk and inserting it, and presented it to Xue Ci like a treasure.

This is no different from taking care of one's wife.

Even Bill thought so—he saw himself as a potential candidate to go from adulterer to legitimate husband, with the opportunity to get intimate without having to buy a condom.

Xue Ci ate quickly; he was in a hurry to go to the church to look for clues.

This was already his second day of vacation; after deducting the last day's travel, he didn't have much time left.

The two hurried to the vicinity of the church.

Throughout the journey, no gaze ever left Xue Ci.

The group of young bachelors in the slums who had seen him and thought he had cheated on Bill had their eyes glued to Xue Ci's face, muttering strange things behind her back, but none of them dared to approach Xue Ci and strike up a conversation.

Leaving the slum, the scrutinizing gazes lessened considerably, but passersby still paused to admire this beautiful Eastern face.

They were amazed by the dark-haired boy's delicate face and perfect skin, and all of them stared in amazement.

Xue Ci waited at the church entrance for ten minutes. People passing by looked in his direction, but they clearly treated him as a stranger.

He's clearly here to hook men, surely someone would recognize him... Xue Ci lowered her eyes, her thick, curled eyelashes bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, full of vitality.

He pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, then decided to try a different approach.

Ask people near the church for directions.

Those who come here are all devout believers, Xue Ci had a general impression of her husband.

"He's very tall, handsome, quiet, young, and has great taste in clothes."

This is her impression of her husband—if there really were believers with such outstanding looks and temperament, they would surely leave a deep impression on people.

He used these words to ask each person a question.

Bill felt acid reflux.

Xue Ci only remembered the good qualities of that lecherous old man.

"If you're a believer, you should be more discreet and do what needs to be done after the wedding," Bill sneered. "Why would I take you to a hotel the first time we met?"

The need to find clues overshadowed her shame, Xue Ci asked urgently, "We went to a hotel on our first time? How did you know? Do you know where that hotel is?"

"Of course I know."

Bill gritted his teeth at the memory; he had imagined he and Xue Ci would share their first time. "You didn't come home all night, you were missing for two days, and I finally found you at the hotel entrance."

"Your lips were all swollen from all the kissing, and you said you were tired, so I ended up carrying you back on my back."

"..."

Bill's situation sounds truly pitiful.

She helped wash the sheets and carried him back home.

He's just like that kind of spineless husband.

Xue Ci felt embarrassed and leaned closer to the other person, whispering, "I just want to find my memories... I'll be good to you in the future."

Another empty promise.

But Bill believed it again.

Xue Ci's casual words were enough to make him so happy that he even decided where to hold the wedding.

He took Xue Ci's hand and walked towards the hotel.

The church is located in the center of town, and the nearby hotels are also ornately decorated, typical of European old-style buildings.

Do you remember which day it was?

Bill was annoyed by Xue Ci's anxious look. "I've already forgotten."

Seeing the disappointment in those eyes, he couldn't bear it and gave the date to the receptionist.

It was winter a year and a half ago.

The day Xue Ci met her husband, she stole his wallet, and he was about to take her to the police station.

Then, he leaned closer and said something that sounded like a plea.

The husband then took him to the hotel.

Her thoughts gradually became clearer. Xue Ci's ears were burning hot.

He could already predict what he would say to his husband, whom he was meeting for the first time.

It was probably the exact same thing he said when he met Bill.

"Please, don't send me to the police."

"My area is very soft, do you want to touch it?"

The hotel reception couldn't find any records.

Xue Ci breathed a sigh of relief, "You must have remembered it wrong."

Bill certainly wouldn't be mistaken; it was his birthday that day, and he had even bought a cake, but Xue Ci didn't come home all night.

But the front desk didn't have any record of it.

The two left in silence, and for the rest of the day, they wandered around the church, but no one saw her husband.

As darkness fell, the group of worshippers gradually dispersed, leaving the streets quiet and deserted.

Xue Ci's face drooped wearily.

Finally, Bill carried him home.

The man took the towel and pajamas and placed them in Xue Ci's hands. "Go take a shower first, I'll go buy dinner, and while I'm at it, I'll ask my friends if anyone knows your deceased husband."

He subtly emphasized that it was his deceased husband.

The person is gone; you should forget them.

There are so many men, plenty of them young, strong, and capable.

Seeing that the other person was helping her, Xue Ci said "thank you" and took the clothes to the bathroom.

He quickly took a shower, put on Bill's loose T-shirt, and came out. As he was hunched over looking for shorts in the closet, he heard a noise at the door.

Thinking it was Bill returning, Xue Ci looked over with delight, only to see the face of a strange young man.

The man had deep-set eyes and dressed in a mature and solemn manner, yet he couldn't hide the youthful energy emanating from him.

The look the other person gave me wasn't friendly.

Xue Ci noticed that he paused for less than a second looking at her waist and legs before immediately turning his face away.

It was as if some ferocious beast resided within him.

11: [Host, a new key character has been unlocked! This will help trigger the hidden storyline.]

This is your husband's younger brother, Lucius.

Next up was Lucius's file card.

It turned out to be my younger brother.

Xue Ci was struggling with what to call him when she heard a soft sneer from the other side.

"Her husband hadn't been dead long, and she was already sleeping in other men's clothes."

Lucius's young voice carried a slight chill.

"I knew I hadn't misjudged you. I shouldn't have accepted you as my sister-in-law in the first place."

Author's Note:

The reason for his anger is that he didn't inherit his sister-in-law's [doge][doge][doge]