Daydreams

Mo Seris couldn't fantasize about Rao Isana without provoking thoughts of Song Horo, so he adjusted his thoughts. He replaced her with the image of a different girl, one who was married into a family that was comparable to the Songs.

Perhaps due to his frustrations with the Third Manager, his fantasy took a darker turn.

Before conquering the wife, he swung his sword and cut down the husband.

Blood spurted, the husband's eyes lit in despair, before growing cold. His body fell to the ground.

Next to the husband's corpse, witnessing it all, was the beautiful girl.

She was defenseless. Her mouth said no, but her body could not resist. In short order, Mo Seris brought her under his control.

He tried to rip off her clothes, preparing to take her beneath him, but suddenly he felt uneasy. It was as if Song Horo was standing over his shoulder, watching him.

Mo Seris stopped his daydreams with some reluctance.

It did not matter. For now, the fantasies were just that, fantasies.

Without achieving significant merits, he would never dream of using the Mo Family for such purposes. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he could not wield their authority as his own. 

Just because the Mo Family took tributes from smaller families did not mean that he could run roughshod over their husbands and take their wives as his concubines.

The Mo Family might look down on small families, but they also did not think much of Mo Seris.

He was not a princeling, or the son of the Family Head. He had no significant talents, outside of some minor administrative capabilities. The most important consideration for the Mo Family was to protect their interests. Everything else was secondary.

If their subordinates were lawless, then the result would be pure chaos. It would destabilize the little world that they ruled over, making it difficult to continue their own prosperity. And, with sufficient bad behavior, it wouldn't just be the Mo Family that disliked such a situation. All of the higher powers would unite to step in and punish the wrongdoers.

This meant that unless Mo Seris explicitly received permission to act against a small family, he needed to stay in line, and rein in his desires.

If he took the interests of the Mo Estate lightly, then he would not know what killed him. However, if he completed his tasks well - if he even brought the Mo Family an infant with a legendary physique, who knew how richly he would be rewarded.

There was no limit to the depths of the pockets of the Mo Family, only to the size of the hand that reached in.

If the Mo Family decided to support him, then giving him the opportunity to kidnap a beautiful wife would be a simple matter. They could even put a slave seal in the woman, forcing her to obey his every command.

Thinking about this, Mo Seris fell back into his daydreams.

A beautiful face came to his mind, a woman he had seen three years ago at a festival. Her husband was a family head - but, what did that matter to him?

In his dreams, there was nobody he did not dare to cut down. Moreover, he was wielding the sword of the Mo Family. Conveniently, Mo Seris forgot about the one exception to his 'bravery,' Song Horo.

The images in his mind progressed well past the limits of decency. His body once again became warm and swollen as he lived out the fulfillment of his infatuations and the dark desires in his mind.

For some reason, the shadow in his heart left by Song Horo did not interfere this time.

As the carriage moved, Mo Seris fell further and further into his imagination. He was unaware that the physique of the infant that was so central to his dreams was slowly changing…