After listening to Loona’s story, I did the best I could to console her. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my life with women so far, it’s that they are much easier targets when they are broken and hurting.

Although I didn’t want to exploit Loona the exact same way Josh was, I ultimately had no choice. I knew damn well the girl was exhausted and desperately needed a shoulder to lean on, so I provided mine, but solely for my own personal motives.

Entangled in a web of lies, I didn’t have a single person on earth I could truly trust. The only ones I could rely on were those bound to me through my system.

And with that, I began my taming process.

I wiped Loona’s tears gently, showing her a tenderness no man in her world ever had. Looking deep into her eyes, I brushed a strand of hair aside to gaze at her beautiful face.

"You’re gorgeous, Loona. I hate seeing you used by Josh just because of what your father did."

She kept quiet, staring back at me, her expression still heavy with sadness.

I continued, "I’ll free you. I’ll help you pay off your father’s debts, and Josh will have to let you go."

She blinked a few times, her throat tight and dry.

"However, there’s a condition..." I added.

She let out a heavy sigh, looking away as if I had just hollowed out her soul. She swallowed a painful lump, her lips trembling. "You’re just like every other man. You only want to help me for your own selfish reasons. You’re no different from Josh."

"It’s true," I said earnestly. "But unlike Josh, I actually care about you, Loona. I’ll protect you. I’ll never hurt you. And I’ll make sure you become the person you’ve always wanted to be. What do you say?"

She remained silent. I gently caught her chin, forcing her face up so she had to look me in the eye.

"You’re just... no offense, Asher, but you’re just a caretaker! There’s nothing you can do to save me," she said.

"You’re wrong," I challenged, cupping her warm cheeks. "I’m no ordinary..." I bit my lower lip, cutting myself off before revealing too much to someone l haven’t tamed. I inched my face closer to hers. "Listen to me. I need you to trust me. And right now, you’re the only one I can trust, too. I need your help as much as you need mine."

She read the absolute gravity in my expression. Our eyes locked, amber holding her gaze for a few long, tense moments.

With a soft sigh, she finally asked, "What are your conditions?"

I was so thrilled she was giving in that I could have jumped. "I need you to keep being you."

She raised a brow, thoroughly confused. "Huh?"

"I need you to stay Josh’s wife for now. Tell me everything about him—his secrets, his daily routine, what he’s hiding from you. Everything," I clarified.

The confusion remained on her face, accompanied by fear. "Why?" her voice shook. "He’s a dangerous man. I told you to stay away from him."

I leaned in even closer, until our lips were practically brushing. I expected her to pull away, but she froze, her mouth quivering slightly. When I spoke, my hot breath rasped directly against her lips. "I’m not afraid of him. He’s nothing but a pest I can squash with my fingers if I want to," I murmured, my voice growing hoarse.

Loona’s breathing hitched. I could tell her heart was fluttering from my sheer confidence.

"He’s a Shinigami..." she whispered.

"So?" I responded, deliberately sliding my lips against hers. Her breathing grew heavy, her lush chest heaving rhythmically. "The Shinigami took everything from you. Your innocence. Your dreams. Your happiness."

She stared at me with those wide, beautiful eyes.

"So I’m going to take everything away from him, too," I continued, pressing my lips firmly against hers as the words left my mouth.

She gasped in shock at the declaration but didn’t pull away, nor did she kiss me back just yet. I pulled away slightly. "You’re worth more than being someone’s asset. I’m going to make you realize that."

I claimed her mouth again. This wasn’t the cold kiss her fake husband Josh probably gave her; it was a passionate, deep kiss designed to feel genuine, like someone who truly treasured her.

Our lips danced. I slowly increased the pace, devouring her mouth. Gradually, she began to respond, kissing me back. My tongue slid past her lips to tangle with hers, exchanging saliva in a deep, wet rhythm. Lost in the sudden rush of sensation, she brought her hands up to cup my face, pulling me deeper into her mouth as the kiss grew wet.

With my passive ’Divine Tongue’ skill working in the background, my kissing technique was supernatural. My tongue slid into her mouth like a smooth, hypnotic serpent, driving her wild.

But just as the temperature began to skyrocket, Loona pulled back, panting heavily.

"We can’t..." she rasped. "I’m... I’m a married woman, Asher. If this..." She gestured between the two of us. "If whatever this is gets out, Josh will skin me alive. He won’t stop there, either. He’ll go after my father. And this time, he won’t just stop at cutting off fingers—he’ll take his head. As much as I hate that bastard, he’s still my father. I can’t watch him die. I just can’t..."

I silenced her rambling by pressing my lips right back against hers. "Shh..." I whispered against her teeth. "I told you I’d protect you, didn’t I? And drop the ’married’ act. We both know this isn’t a marriage. It’s a damn contract."

"Still..." she managed to mutter against my mouth.

"Shh..." I hushed her again, my hands tracing down to the robe of her gown, deftly tugging the knot free. "Let me make you a free woman, Loona."

She was past the point of saying no. Her body was burning hot, entirely pliant under my words and charms. Hovering right above her head, visible only to me, her Sexual Frustration (SF) level was flashing in a bright red: [97 SF].

She was right on the edge.

Tearing the gown open while keeping her mouth occupied, I dragged my hands over her smooth shoulders, pulling the fabric down. Even when fully clothed, her wide hips and plump, round breasts were obvious, but seeing her exposed again was a masterpiece. She had a soft, thick layer of cushion across her entire body, with a wonderfully chubby little belly that only made her look sexier.

I stripped the gown entirely, letting it pool onto the leather couch beneath us like a makeshift blanket. Underneath, she wore a black lace bra that struggled to contain her massive breasts—the same ones I had massaged the other day—and a pair of matching lace panties.

While she was still trapped in the trance of the kiss, I pressed her down onto the cushions. Her thighs were clamped tightly together, but I wedged one of my own legs between them, gently forcing her to open up for me. When I looked into her eyes, I saw a mix of raw lust and deep-seated uncertainty. I understood why; men had been nothing but monsters in her life. Her own father had betrayed her sick mother, and Josh treated her like a piece of property to extort.

To prove I wasn’t just another beast, I wanted to keep things romantic. I wanted to make her feel worshiped.

I gave her a small, tender smile. "You’re a beautiful, strong woman. I think I’m genuinely falling for you."

She pouted slightly, breathless. "You’re only saying that because you want to sleep with me."

I chuckled. "Well, yeah, obviously."

She rolled her eyes, but the tension broke. I reached for her bra—the convenient kind with a front-clasp.

With a click, I unhooked it, opening the gates to heaven. Her massive, melon-sized breasts spilled free, and I took a moment to just admire them before looking back up at her face.

"But there’s more to it than just sex. I’m actually considering making you one of my wives. You’ll be a hell of a lot happier with me."

"One of your wives?" She blinked, her brow furrowing. "You mean... you have more than one? I didn’t even know you were married."

I chuckled softly, my hands finally moving to cup and fondle her heavy, extra-soft breasts. Groper’s paradise.

Her face flushed, her eyes half-closing as my fingers kneaded her sensitive skin, her soft gasps music to my ears.

"I am. I even have children on the way," I replied smoothly. "Though they’re... far away from here. You’ve been with Josh for three months. Why haven’t you two had any kids?" I asked, testing the waters.

A shadow of sadness crossed her face. "I... I don’t think I’m fertile. The doctors said so."

I simply smirked down at her, completely unfazed. "Then let’s fix that with some magic seed, shall we?"

"Magic....what?"

She looked utterly baffled as I shifted my weight, pressing my knee firmly against her panty-clad pussy.

To be continued...