The wife of the master, Carla: Beauty and Allure

Living in the workshop had become unbearable.

For the past month, I had barely left. I would wake up at ten in the morning and start working. Except for lunch, I wouldn't stop until six or seven in the evening. But when Tavis left, he would lock me inside. I had no entertainment, so I would train a little and sleep.

But now, I was starting to feel the weight of routine—a feeling that made it hard to work or even train. So, when I got the chance, I would talk to Tavis about it.

Three weeks later –

Tavis' Perspective:

I opened the shop and walked in, only to find Luka lying on the floor, asleep. Seeing him like this made me feel a bit of pity for him. Speaking of Luka, it had been two months since he arrived. In those two months, the workshop had never been cleaner, and the tools were always neatly arranged. Besides that, he was the most talented person I had ever seen. Things that took others ten days to learn, Luka mastered in a day or less.

Because of that, I had started relying on him to ease my workload. Luka woke up, looked at me, greeted me, and took the breakfast from my hand before eating it. He reminded me of myself—I had been exactly the same.

A drifter on the island, until I found someone willing to teach me the craft. And here I am now, having opened my own workshop, bought my own home, and married a beautiful wife. All I need is a child to carry my name, inherit my house, my craft, and my workshop. Then, I can die without regrets.

That's why I wanted to help Luka, even a little. At the very least, I had to find a solution to his living situation.

One Month Later:

Today, I turned thirteen.

It had been three months since I arrived in this dangerous world, and all I could say was that I adapted quickly. I now worked in the carpentry shop and was learning at an impressive speed.

Perhaps this was thanks to the simplicity of the work. Making barrels, crates, chairs, and tables wasn't that difficult. Once you learned how to make the first one, the rest became easy.

I placed the last wooden bucket in the stack, completing an order of twelve medium-sized wooden buckets. With no more work to do, but still full of energy, I decided to train. After three months, my once-thin body had become lean and muscular, and I had even grown a bit taller.

I wasn't sure how that was possible, so I concluded that this body must have some level of natural talent. Tavis glanced at Luka, who was doing squats, and didn't find it strange. He had grown used to Luka's odd habits—either he was working or training. It was rare to see him resting.

Tavis' Perspective:

Watching Luka train so seriously, I got up and walked toward him. When he saw me standing beside him, he stopped and looked at me curiously.

I asked him, "Luka, how has it been living in the workshop for the past three months?"

"It was like hell,"

he answered, leaving me speechless. So, I told him, "What do you think about moving into my house?"

Luka's Perspective:

When I heard Tavis invite me to live in his house, I couldn't believe my ears. I had been waiting for the chance to ask him for a salary so I could rent a place, but living with Tavis? That was the best outcome—delicious meals and a comfortable home.

"Thank you, boss. I promise I won't be a burden."

Tavis smiled and said, "Of course, you won't. You'll help my wife with house chores and run errands to the market."

"Alright. I'll come with you at the end of the day. Should I bring a wooden bed and make myself a wardrobe?"

Luka quickly got to work on the wardrobe since there wasn't much time left—it was already close to six in the evening. He barely finished before six o'clock, then carried both the wardrobe and the bed on his shoulders and followed Tavis to his home.

Even though the wardrobe and bed were large, carrying them wasn't difficult for Luka, whose body had grown strong. After twenty minutes of walking, they arrived at Tavis' house.

It was a two-story wooden home with a brown exterior. Tavis took a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and stepped inside, with Luka following behind, carrying his things.

As soon as he entered the house, he called out, "Carla, where are you, dear?"

"I'm coming." A few moments later, a woman emerged from one of the rooms. She had black hair, brown eyes, and a beautiful face. She was wearing a short purple dress that barely concealed her curves. Her large breasts were barely concealed by the dress, and her prominent buttocks made the dress feel tight there.

As soon as she appeared, blood rushed to Luca's penis, but he managed to calm himself. "Calm down. She's the wife of the person who did you good. You can't think of her like that."

Tavis spoke to Luka and said, "Luka, this is my wife, Carla."

He did the same with Carla: "Carla, this is my assistant in the workshop, Luka. He is—"

Carla didn't let him finish and stepped forward, gently rubbing Luka's head with a compassionate look. She said, "I've heard a lot about you from Tavis. Don't worry, I'll take care of you from now on."

"Thank you, madam. I hope I won't be a burden to you."

"Alright, Carla, show him his room and the house facilities. I'm going to rest."

Luka's perspective:

I managed to control myself despite her getting so close to me. After Tavis left, she looked at me and smiled, saying, "Follow me, I'll show you your room."

I went up the stairs, and because her dress was very short, I could see her black underwear and catch a glimpse of her backside. Although I know I shouldn't have these thoughts about Mr. Tavis's wife, it's just that she lets her guard down a lot because she sees me as a child.

I hid my erection in the closet and followed her, my eyes never leaving her backside. She began showing me the house, where my bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen were... After that, she said goodbye and went downstairs.

As soon as she left, I entered the room and looked at my penis. I was shocked. How could it be that big? I'm only thirteen.

I looked at my 17-centimeter penis. "Damn, I have to calm down. The master's wife is so sexy."

So, after taking care of my little friend, I began arranging my assigned room. I put the bed in its place and placed the mattress they had provided on it. I placed the dresser I had made next to the bed and lay down on the bed.

A smile formed on my lips as I said, "Things are just getting started.