Novel Bin Chapter 6 6: Gwendolyn! [2]
Lucifer had a dream.
There was a woman; to him, she was like the shining sun, her smile illuminating his path, making each day more vibrant.
Yet he couldn\'t see her face, only a sound of static and horrible blur filling her face; somehow, he could tell that she must have golden eyes, like the setting sun on a warm summer\'s day, matching her soft blonde hair that danced like a young maiden off to marry a handsome prince.
The dream slowly began to distort; Lucifer could hear a gentle humming and the gentle tapping of a knife on a chopping board from the room beside him as his mind awakened, feeling his thoughts becoming apparent, a woman\'s gently shifting, her feet tapping along with the knife, his still heart felt it might start beating once again.
But it was a mere delusion.
His eye\'s opened to reveal a dark room; a few shabby clothes hung across the large window, a small brown hide cloth covering it, as darkness seemed to blot out any light from the outside; it was indeed a pitch-black night.
\'I\'m still in another world...\'
"Wait?! Ulgarm?!"
Lucifer\'s mind was dazed, the memory of defeating the white wolf still vague as he tried to climb off the bed, when the brown wooden door opened, a gentle creak, like a soothing ambient sound.
A beautiful woman entered the room, her golden eyes shining in the dim candles lit on her tray, her hair a silky gold tied into a loose bun, with strands of stray bangs along her cheeks as the woman walked towards him slowly, her lips pursed, blowing on a bowl of steaming hot oats, before her steps stopped abruptly, their eyes meeting.
\'Is this my wife?\' He asked, still confused due to the effects of overusing his mana and that strange but realistic dream.
"My wife is beautiful..." Lucifer whispered, his mind still that of a middle-aged man, so the woman was more like a younger bride as she looked close to a 30-year-old, the claw wound on the cheeks.
However, it damaged her beauty; compared to the horrific blur he saw in the dream, it made her look more heroic; her arms were filled with small scars and tight muscles, and her body wore a cute black dress with a low-cut neck.
The moment he spoke, the woman looked at him as if wondering who he was speaking to before he climbed from the bed.
He remembered his wife in the dream was sick.
Lucifer took the heavy tray with a small goblet of mead and the thick oats, or porridge with a small red apple cut into the shape of a rabbit on the rim, two dates seeming to have been stuck on its skin as eyes.
\'Almost too cute to eat!\' He thought.
"Excuse me...?" Her husky voice sounded a little shaken as he noticed her cheeks became pink instead turned bright red.
"See, this is because you were too enthusiastic... you get sick easily!" Lucifer scolded her; despite being in the body of a handsome male who looked no older than 19.
He placed the porridge onto the bedside table, gently wrapping his arm around the stunned woman\'s hips and sliding her gently into bed, covering her body in the quilt.
His soft smile, the affectionate eyes not changing for a moment as his "Wife" seemed to be breathing heavily, with wet eyes as she watched him quietly.
He gently took the thick wooden spoon with slight splints, smoothing them off with his fingers to avoid her cutting her mouth, scooping half a spoon of the hot porridge, and bringing it to her lips; her face was beet red by this point.
Lucifer found her smile captivating as she smiled from ear to ear, watching him with soft eyes as she gingerly accepted the warm oats and gulped them down with a slight cough.
"See... you\'re always working so hard, why don\'t you take care? What if your beautiful fingers are ruined? If you overwork, it\'ll half your beauty, you know?"
"Ah... This?" Her voice was a little strange, seemingly flabbergasted as he picked up the rabbit, gently biting a small part, chewing it thoroughly in his mouth.
Because she seemed to struggle to swallow the oats, as it became a soft, pulpy mush in his mouth, Lucifer leaned forward, covering his cute wife\'s lips as her enormous eyes grew.
\'See... look how hot your face is... silly girl.\'
Her nervous mouth opened; at first, she pushed her tongue against the apply, resisting slightly but eventually giving in to the warmth, his lips pressing softly against hers, and then his tongue slid along her smooth pink tongue.
She seemed to forget about the apple as her warm tongue entangled he as if this was the first kiss in her life; like a drowning woman in a desert, the woman\'s head was lifted off the pillow by the force of the kiss, her golden eyes shining brightly, but only for a moment.
Lucifer pulled away, noticing she was staring at him with a dreamy expression as she swallowed the apple, her soft pink lips now slightly glossy from the layer of saliva.
"Did it taste good?"
"Mmm... Wonderful...!" Her eyes with small streams of tears pooling down as she looked at him with a blissful face.
He let go of her face, stroking her cheeks and eyes clear of the warm salty tears.
Lucifer then brought the spoon to her lips again, letting her chew slowly, then swallowing the rest of the porridge.
He then put the bowl aside and moved closer to the bed, taking the clean cloth from her face, wiping her forehead, the corners of her eyes and her neck.
"There... that\'s better." He said with a light smile, pulling the quilt up to her chin as she stared at him in awe.
Lucifer looked away, making sure his voice didn\'t shake.
Because when they kissed, his memories and mind became clear, this woman was not his wife! She was the first woman of the game\'s Protagonist.
Gwendolyn! The Protagonist\'s first woman!
In the game, once the Protagonist kills Ulgarm, she gives him plans to reward him, wearing a cloth to cover her face to hide her scar.
However, in the moment of passion, Toshiro pulls the cloth from her face, recoils, and withers. The moment she sees the protagonist recoil and goes limp upon seeing her face, she leaves the room, feeling disappointed and heartbroken after merely using her hands.
\'Now then, old man... How are we going to deal with this?\'
Lucifer thought to himself, seeing the 38-year-old woman, now swooning towards him with a passionate look feeling her hands slide up his thigh.