The problems and pleasures of lif
Upon returning home, I entered through the window I'd left open, finding Carla and Tavis already asleep, so I slipped into my room without making a sound.
I sat on the bed and began thinking:
"It's been seven months since I came to this world. I've adapted quickly—got a job, shelter, and started learning carpentry. But discovering this ability has thrown me off balance, messed with my plans, and left me unfocused."
"I was arrogant about my physical strength, yet some drunk thief almost killed me. Without my power, I'd have died in some filthy alley, unknown to anyone. I need to strengthen my body, but that requires better nutrition and time."
"Working at the workshop leaves me little free time. If I quit, Tavis wouldn't let me stay, so my job and shelter are tied together."
"Though I eat well at home, I know I need meat from powerful creatures—sea kings, bears, tigers. But that requires money. Even if I tried hunting them myself, I'm not strong enough yet."
"I've also confirmed my power isn't from a Devil Fruit—I swam in the sea with no weakness. That means I could still eat one if I find one."
"So many problems... and no solutions yet." With that, I pulled the blanket over myself and slept.
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*The Next Morning:*
I woke early—no need for Carla to wake me anymore. I'd developed a habit of rising at dawn.
Toothbrush in hand, I entered the bathroom only to find Carla already brushing her teeth.
She wore the shortest skirt I'd ever seen, revealing the curve of her backside, and a tight shirt that clung to her stomach.
I walked over to her and placed my cock between her ass cheeks, hugged her waist with my hands and whispered in her ear, "Good morning, beautiful."
Carla didn't resist, acting as if nothing was unusual. She turned with a smile and kissed my cheek. "Good morning, dear."
I brushed my teeth while enjoying the feel of her body.
Our relationship had evolved over the past month. I could do almost anything I wanted with her body—except take her fully. She always stopped me there.
Clearly, she's torn between her love for Tavis and her desire for me. As for me? I feel no guilt toward Tavis. In my old world, I might have, but here... this strange freedom changes everything.
Downstairs, Tavis sat eating breakfast, smiling obliviously as I enjoyed his wife above.
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*Tavis's Perspective:*
Since Luca entered my life, everything's improved. No more waking to Carla's cold indifference—now she greets me happily, takes better care of herself, and even cooks better.
Thanks to Luca's skills and unconventional ideas, the workshop's products have gained quality and reputation.
Best of all? My workload decreases daily while I pay him nothing.
Life is perfect.
I watched them descend the stairs—Carla first, wearing that delightfully short skirt and tight shirt that outlined her ample breasts, nipples visible beneath the fabric.
Luca followed, sleep-rumpled but smiling. Seeing them together filled me with contentment.
As for any worry about Luca eyeing my wife? He's just a boy. And even if he looks, Carla loves me and i trust her
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*Later, in the Workshop:*
Luca, now in sawdust-covered gray work clothes, helped Tavis put finishing touches on the small boat they'd spent four days building.
"Sir, I need to talk to you about something," Luca said.
"Go ahead," Tavis replied.
"Well... I'd like a salary. Even a small one would do."
Tavis laughed heartily. "Hahaha! Don't worry, boy—I was already planning to pay you starting this month!" He clapped Luca's shoulder.
"Thank you, sir."
The real reason for wanting wages? To afford the quality meat that would strengthen his body. Now, all he had to do was wait for month's end to see how much Tavis would pay... and what he could do with it.