Lustful Way to Immortality, From Primitive Boy to Immortal God-Chapter 113: Unnamed

The air inside the small sleeping quarters was thick and stifling, vibrating with the aftershocks of the violence that had just unfolded in the yard. Fuyu sat on the edge of the pallet, his arms wrapped around Lara. She was trembling, her breath coming in ragged, hitching sobs that dampened the fabric of his tunic. He stroked her hair with a rhythmic, mechanical motion, his mind busy calculating the structural damage to their family's delicate hierarchy.

The door creaked open, admitting a sliver of light and the sharp, mocking silhouette of Katty. She leaned against the doorframe, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of voyeuristic delight and calculated mischief.

"Oh, so romantic. Isn't it?" Katty's voice was like silk sliding over a blade. She walked toward them, her gaze lingering on the red welt on Lara's cheek.

Fuyu didn't pull away, but he did shift his focus. The internal map of his twenty-two opened veins pulsed with a cold energy, keeping his emotions flat and analytical. "You came at the right time, Katty," he said, his voice a calm, masculine rumble. "Stay here. Comfort her. I'm going to see Mother."

Lara's grip on his waist tightened for a fraction of a second. "Don't say anything," she whispered into his chest, her voice thick with dread. "Don't let her... don't let her win."

"Yeah, yeah. I know I'm not going to say anything stupid to her," Fuyu replied, untangling himself with a gentle but firm strength. He stood up, casting one last look at the bruised girl on the bed before stepping out into the hallway, leaving the two sisters alone in the dim light.

The Sisters' Secret Council

Once the heavy thud of Fuyu's footsteps faded, Katty sat where he had been. She didn't offer a hug; instead, she looked at Lara with a clinical curiosity. "Tell me everything. From the kiss to the slap. I want to know exactly how it felt to watch Aunt Nula lose her mind."

Lara wiped her eyes, her sorrow slowly curdling into a dark, defensive anger. She recounted the events—the suffocating pressure to marry a faceless suitor, the desperate impulse to claim Fuyu as her shield, and the searing pain of their mother's hand.

"I see," Katty mused, her fingers tracing the edge of the blanket. "So you actually asked him to marry you. Right there, in front of the woman who birthed you. Bold, Lara. Very bold. Did he agree?"

Lara's shoulders slumped. "No. He said he needs time."

"What?" Katty threw her head back, let out a dramatic, breathy laugh. "He still needs time? After you were so brave, after you took a blow for him, after everything he has already done with you behind closed doors? He still needs time to think? Oh God, Lara, he's playing you."

"No, don't say that!" Lara snapped, her face flushing. "It's a difficult time. Mother is... she's unstable. It's alright for him to take his time. He's the only one thinking about the whole family, while we just think about ourselves."

Katty narrowed her eyes. "Fine, play the martyr. But tell me—what makes you so in love with him? He's not the strongest, he's not the richest. Why him?"

Lara looked away, a soft blush fighting the red of the bruise. How could she explain it to a girl like Katty? It wasn't just "love" in the way the village elders spoke of it. It was the way Fuyu looked at her when no one was watching—the "naughty" nature that mirrored her own hidden darkness. She loved the way he indulged her wildest fantasies, the way he explored the "weird" and the forbidden without judgment. He was the only person who understood that beneath her "good girl" exterior was a "slutty bitch" screaming for release.

But she couldn't say that. "I just don't want to marry anyone else," Lara said simply. "Manu can earn his own money if he wants to marry Rani. Why does Mother have to sell me to pay for his bride-price? I hate it. I hate being a resource instead of a person."

"True," Katty agreed, though her mind was already elsewhere. "But what if Rani changes her mind while Manu is out working? What if someone else with a full purse comes along?"

"It's not my problem," Lara said, her voice turning cold and mercenary. "Let them all find their own way. I'm staying with Fuyu."

The Mother's Den

In the main room, the air was heavy with the scent of lavender and the salt of tears. Nula sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clutched in Susan's grip. Her face was puffy, her eyes red, but as Fuyu entered, she immediately straightened her posture, trying to reclaim the mask of the doting, composed matriarch.

"Mother, are you alright?" Fuyu asked. He walked toward her with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator disguised as a son.

Nula nodded, her chin trembling. "I... I feel guilty, Fuyu. I shouldn't have struck her. But survival... it is so hard. My heart is heavy with the weight of you all."

Fuyu sat before her, his presence grounding the room. "Tell me everything that is bothering you, Mother. Don't leave anything out."

Nula began a long, rambling explanation. She spoke of Manu's marriage, the need for a house, the dwindling food supplies, and her fear that Lara would end up a destitute widow if she didn't marry a "stable" man soon. "And most of all," Nula whispered, "I don't want to put more pressure on you, my baby. You already do so much."

Fuyu listened, his mind evaluating her words like a merchant weighing grain. He saw the logic, but he also saw the holes. "I understand, Mother. Rest assured, I will take care of everything. I am unlocking paths you cannot see. You can be at ease."

"How can I be at ease?" Nula asked, her voice rising. "Lara is going down a wrong path! She spoke of... of marrying you. It's madness! Wait..." She paused, her eyes searching Fuyu's face with a sudden, sharp intensity. "You are being so protective of her. Don't tell me you want to marry her too?"

"No," Fuyu lied smoothly, his face a mask of filial piety. "I'm not interested in marrying anyone. I just want Lara to have the time she needs. The pressure you're applying is... excessive."

Nula let out a long, shaky breath. "Thank heaven you are in your right mind." She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with a hidden, dark fire. "But hear me, baby. If I'm to stop the pressure, you must promise me something. You must stay away from her. I will not see her kiss you again. If you do anything with her—anything romantic—it won't end well for any of us. I will marry her to the first beggar I find if I see her touch you like that again."

Inside Fuyu's mind, Vasana let out a dry, phantom chuckle. "So, the doting mother reveals her fangs," the ancient spirit whispered. "She didn't slap the girl for her 'future,' Fuyu. She slapped her because those lips touched what Nula considers hers. She is a possessive creature, giving off a delicious scent of obsession. This is getting spicy."

Fuyu recognized the "yandere" energy Vasana was describing. It was the same possessiveness he had seen years ago when he had gone to Susan for milk; Nula had acted as if Susan were stealing her very life force.

"Alright, Mother. I agree," Fuyu said after a calculated silence. "I will keep my distance. But you must stop the pressure on her."

Nula's smile returned, radiant and affectionate. She wiped her eyes and reached out to stroke Fuyu's cheek. "I won't say another word to her about other men. For now."

The Aunt's Suspicion

Susan watched the exchange with a furrowed brow. She had known Nula since they were girls, and she knew that Nula's "love" was a heavy, clinging thing. As the tension broke, Susan stood up and signaled for Fuyu to follow her out.

They walked toward the back of the hut, away from the prying ears of the women. The evening air was cooling, the first stars beginning to blink in the violet sky.

"Fuyu," Susan began, her voice low. "What do you think? Is Nula right to act this way? To force a distance between you and your sister?"

"Her methods are rough, Aunt," Fuyu replied, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "But her intention to keep the family stable is right. If Lara's obsession with me ruins our chances of securing resources, we all starve. It is in my favor as well to keep things calm."

Susan stopped walking and turned to him, her expression troubled. "But don't you find it weird? The way she looks at you when you're with other women? She's done this before, Fuyu. Don't you remember?"

Fuyu tilted his head. "Remember what?"

"When you were younger," Susan whispered, her eyes searching his. "You used to come to my house for milk when Nula's supply ran dry. She cornered me once. She threatened me, Fuyu. She told me to stay away from you, to stop 'seducing' her baby with my breasts. She has always been this way. It's not about Lara's future, baby. It's about who gets to hold you."

Fuyu felt a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the wind. He remembered the vague, half-formed memories of his childhood—the way Nula would pull him away from Susan with a frantic, desperate strength.

"She has been doing this since I was a child?" Fuyu asked, his voice barely audible.

"Yes," Susan said, her voice trembling slightly. "She loves you with a fire that burns anything it touches. Be careful, Fuyu. You are opening your veins and becoming a man, but in her eyes, you are still the infant who can only survive on her milk. If you try to grow beyond her reach, she might just break you to keep you close." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Fuyu stood in the silence, the weight of Nula's possessiveness and Lara's desperation pressing in on him. He was a cultivator of the Human Shattering Realm, yet he was entangled in a web of domestic obsession that felt far more dangerous than any bull or arena fighter. He looked back at the hut, where the three women he shared his life with were each spinning their own traps for him.

"Power," Vasana whispered in the depths of his soul. "Only absolute power will allow you to stand in the center of this storm without being torn apart. Open the next vein, Fuyu. The drama of mortals is but a flicker; the path of the immortal is forever."

Fuyu nodded to Susan, a dark, determined look in his eyes. He had made a promise to Nula, but he knew that in this world, promises were just tools to be used until they were no longer needed. He would play the part of the obedient son for now, but the fire Lara had started wasn't going to be put out by a mere slap. It was only just beginning to burn.