Chapter 1

I crafted a special bed.

One that allows me to hide undetected in a hidden compartment.

Every night when darkness falls.

My beloved girl lies down right on top of me.

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My name is Woodrow, and I'm a furniture maker.

I've just finished crafting a new bed.

I open the switch at the foot of the bed and lift the wooden panel.

The space inside the bed is packed full with food I've stashed away.

Crawling inside the bed and closing the switch, I vanish from the world.

Inside the bed, I press the pump, inflating the air mattress.

The wooden panel I'm lying on slowly rises.

Until I perfectly fill the hollow space of the mattress I had previously excavated.

It took a lot of convincing to get that woman to buy a memory foam mattress.

After all, my ample fat can mimic memory foam, making it hard to detect.

If it were a spring mattress, that would have been troublesome.

Having completed all this, I wait with mounting excitement.

Soon, the store becomes noisy.

I hear the movers complaining, "Why is this bed so heavy?"

It's cramped inside the mattress, and staying still quickly makes my limbs go numb.

But I enjoy it painful as if it were sweet.

Because tonight, I'll finally see the woman I've been yearning for.

Lavender, the woman I've secretly loved for seven years.

If it weren't for her, I would never have conceived such a crazy idea, let alone carry it out.

Night falls.

Lavender, exhausted from a day's work, drags her tired body onto the bed.

Just that moment of contact with her.I experienced the most exquisite sensation in the world.

Even through a layer of fabric.

I could feel the softness and smoothness of her skin.

Her slender, long legs now overlapped with mine, almost weightless.

Her waist was slim, her hips full, and her back somewhat bony.

I supported her, both excited and nervous.

Soon, her fragrance wafted through the mattress and into my nose.

The scent was subtle, delicate, and alluring.

Like jasmine on the evening breeze, it intoxicated me, leaving me spellbound.

After a while, she suddenly rolled over and crawled onto the bed.

In that moment, I felt like I was about to explode.

For the past seven years, I had never been this intimate with the goddess of my heart.

It was as if I was embracing her.

She was like my wife.

I greedily savored the feeling of our skin touching, inhaling her scent.

She seemed to be sweating, her perspiration soaking through the sheets and mattress.

I couldn't resist, and I stuck out my tongue for a quick lick.

It was as if I was licking her delicate face.

In that moment, I felt my life was complete.

For the next few days, I remained hidden in the darkness.

The night was when Lavender and I were together.

During the day, when Lavender went to work.I crawled out of bed, stretched my body, and emptied the accumulated urine from the rubber bag.

I would use her shower gel and enjoy a luxurious bath.

Then, after eating and drinking my fill, I'd stash some food in the bed.

I think I'll never go out again.

If possible, I'd spend the rest of my life with Lavender like this.

But things don't always go as planned.

An unexpected visitor barged in between Lavender and me.

That night.

A man lay down on Lavender's bed.

"This new bed is pretty soft!"

The man even bounced on me a couple of times.

Lavender then pounced on him, saying, "Well, we're getting married. Can't skimp on the new bed."

After that, they started rolling around passionately on top of me.

My heart instantly shattered into pieces.

So Lavender was already engaged and about to get married soon!

This news hit me like a bolt from the blue.

Damn it!

Curse it all!

I raged inwardly.

At the same time, a sinister thought was born in my mind.

I wanted to kill this man and have Lavender all to myself.

Killing someone isn't actually that difficult.

The hard part is that this man usually shows up with Lavender, making it tough to make a move. If he were to appear alone in the house during the day, that would be easier to handle.

But this opportunity could only be waited for.

In the time that followed.

I spent very little time with Lavender.

The man called Draven came more and more frequently.