soft and warm

In the study. …

Soon three of them started bombarding George with questions. George was helpless and tired of their unreasonable questions. Soon he asked Clara a question, "do you remember the day when you got into a major accident and your friends husband donated his blood to you and saved your life."

"How can I forget that!?" Clara exclaimed.

"Yeah, if you friend hasn't there, you might have died." Summer said.

"Don't tell me he is the son of Clara's saviour." Emily said.

"yes, indeed." George nodded.

"But all of them were dead in that tragic accident." Clara asked with tears in her eyes.

"After that accident did you get their body?" George said.

Everyone was in shock, like they had never thought about these things.

Then George, full of suspense, opened his mouth and said, "I don't know about your friend, but after that accident her son was healed by one of the villager from nearby village."

"Even, soon started a search for his parents but to no avail. At the end he was still at a loss. After losing his patience he stopped and started a new life as a businessman at the near by city. After working hard for many years he built his own house and under it was his beautiful cafe.

"But, with time he started helping everyone and also he adopted two old couples as his parents, but after sometime a tragic accident happened with him when he was away from his house. A unknown person came from nowhere search around his happily built house and placed a detonator in side it. When even was back from his trip, his house was turned in to complete dust. With this devastating blow he completly lost his confidence to live anymore. At the end he attempted suic*de but he can't just do it.

"Alsa, you can just read his story from this file" with this George threw a big record file to Clara.

...

"Haa, all done I have been massaging you for two hours." I said while stretching.

{Ha, you finally touched me, i can feel that you are very muscular and strong. Good, wait till I eat you. (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠)} Life said with a proud tone in her subconscious mind.

[Thank you for your hardwork.]with this leaf blushed a bit.

Huh, why did her face turn red? Let's just touch her face, she wasn't going to frame me as a pervert right. Nah, she can't even speak, I should go on with my curiosity….

Poke poke.... WOW, so soft...so warm....

[What!!! Why are you touching me?!!!]leaf blushed.

{Did he left…or is he going grab some chicken for me?!!}

"So warm and soft." I said aloud.

[Hump~~, stop poking me, if you like me then just praise me]

{You haven't even touched me, who is soft?who is warm?!}

"Should i kiss her lips Or should just touch her." Wait why am I saying everything aloud.

[.....you want my …..lips….or..wait till I wake up…]

{What!! he wants to kiss me. Wait till I wake up, I will be the one to eat you first.}

Ahh forget it, I am not one of those perverted man. With this I left the room.

After I stepped in to my room, I fell asleep. Deep down there is something inside my heart seeking revenge.

I said system in my heart.

Host you have 520 pts, what do you want to buy.

»love position:-6969pts

»your side story:- 520 pts.

Obviously i brought my side story!! After reading about my predecessor, i think he was the most unjust people in this world. At the age 10 his parents and his little sister left him from this world, then at the age of twenty when he was at the top of of his career and his adopted parents left him. What he built with that much hardwork all just turned in to dust along with his adoptive old parents. Ahh..that's why he was like this, in search of revenge.

I think I came in to his place when he accidentally killed himself before the plot. I am just a replacement.

Later on, on this story I am going to get killed in front of my own wife by the protagonist. Life is too hard, i should just leave my wives. Indeed every woman wants her man to be strong and I don't want them to be a widow at their young age. Restrain yourself give them a cure and leave this place.

Alas... but my wives are too beautiful, i can't make them fall into the protagonist's hand.