Chapter 1 A Live-in Husband

• My parents were gambling addicts. Not only did they spend all their money gambling, they even borrowed from loan sharks and owed at least a million. Then, they realized they could not pay the loan sharks and decided to run away.
• As I was hopeless from being pursued by loan sharks, a gangster I knew pointed me to a solution. There was a wealthy and beautiful widow seeking a live-in husband.
• That woman had married three times. The first husband lived for three years; the second husband lived for two years; the third husband was only alive for one year after the wedding…
• If I were to marry her, I would be her fourth husband.
• I was so shocked that I nearly spurted my drink. My goodness, does this mean I will only live for six months if I marry her?
• Could that woman be so insatiable in the bedroom that all her husbands died?
• It must have been so bad that even able-bodied men could not withstand it.
• The gangster left me her phone number.
• He also said he knew the loan sharks pursuing me. Those people would stop at nothing to collect the debt.
• Previously, he heard about someone who owed them money but refused to pay. That person was found dead a few days later in the woods outside the city. His kidneys were missing.
• "I don't wish to find your body in the trash someday."
• I could not help but clench my fist. Although it is humiliating to be a live-in husband, it would at least allow me to survive, right?
• After some hesitation, I dialed the number. "Hello? Is this…"
• "Are you applying for the position? What is your name?" A clear voice sounded from the other end.
• "Erm, I'm Reuben Demsey…"
• "Go to Teana Bar in the city at nine o'clock tonight. Don't be late." The woman hung up after saying that. She hardly gave me a chance to speak.
• Even though I had made the call, the feeling of shame kept growing stronger within me. I felt nervous, so I went to the nearby convenience store, bought a bottle of strong beer, and chugged it down.
• The alcohol burned as it traveled down my throat and left a hot and churning sensation in my tummy.
• At the same time, I could not help but feel like crying. It felt terrible to be betrayed by my parents and thinking about the future filled me with fear. It felt as if a chunk had been torn off my heart.
• I was in a country town, so I needed to travel to the city.
• I had never been to the city and did not know my way. Thus, I had no choice but to hail a taxi. Unfortunately, the taxi driver was unscrupulous. He dropped me somewhere and left.
• I glanced around and found myself in an empty alley. There wasn't a bar to be seen.
• Then, I noticed a small door ahead and headed there, planning to see if I could find anyone to ask where the bar was. I glanced at my watch and saw it was nearly time to meet with the widow.
• I pushed the door and heard a scream coming from inside.
• "Help… Mm…"
• That sounds like a woman. What's going on?
• I slanted my head slightly and saw a luxuriously decorated corridor beyond the door. There, three men grabbed a young woman and dragged her toward a small room. The young woman was gagged, and her hair was a mess.
• The young woman had a V-shaped face and looked beautiful as a fairy under the dim light. However, her bright eyes were full of terror. She wore a white dress, but the skirt was torn, revealing the black tights underneath.
• This is too intense. Is this something that normally happens in a big city?
• I felt a strong urge to rush forward and take over those men's places.
• However… I was a man of morals. Although forcing oneself on a beautiful woman sounded exciting, it was not something I would do.
• Thus, I quickly followed them. When I reached the door, I realized that I was in the ladies' restroom.
• The three men saw me following them and immediately turned to me fiercely.
• One of the men yelled at me, "What the heck? What are you looking at? Scram…"
• I frowned and said, "Hey, what are you doing? Stop, or I'll call the police." I had just arrived in this city, so I did not wish to cause trouble.
• "Call the police?"
• The three men laughed. One of them smirked and headed toward me.
• The other two continued to drag the young woman and ignored my threat. There was a loud noise of fabric being torn. They had torn open her skirt.
• The man approaching me suddenly dashed forward and kicked my stomach, sending me rolling onto the floor.
• He beat me up while scolding, "Call the police? Do you have a death wish?"
• I lay on the floor and struggled to get up. I glanced from the corner of my eye at the restroom wall. One of the men was restraining the young woman's hand while the other man lifted her skirt.
• The young woman looked fearful, and her eyes were filled with despair. Tears rolled down her face.
• Even so, she looked at me with concern in her eyes.
• Is that young woman concerned about me and worried that I would get hurt? Why does it seem like she wishes for me to escape?
• At that moment, I thought back on my life. I had trashy parents and quit school during my second year of high school to join a gang. I frequently fought and threatened others to collect protection fees. Thus, everyone looked at me with hatred and disgust. I lived like scum on earth.
• But now, someone showed concern for me. What's more she was in danger herself.
• It is the first time any woman cared about me… Damn it! I must save her no matter what it takes!
• Thus, I immediately turned my body over. Under that light, I looked like a ravenous beast with my ferocious expression.
• Then, I pounced at the man, grabbed hold of his neck, and exerted my muscle strength. In the span of a breath, I dragged him and smashed his face against the wall.
• Bam!
• A dull noise sounded, and I found my face coming into contact with the wall. I didn't know how many teeth I broke, and I could feel the blood flowing down my throat from my nostrils.
• The other two men had taken off the young woman's bra, revealing her snow-white breasts.
• The young woman screamed and tried to stop them, but one of the men slapped her, leaving bright red fingerprints on her cheek.
• At this moment, the two men finally noticed that I had beaten up their friend and turned to me furiously.
• "How dare you beat him up?" One of the men pulled out a switchblade and charged at me.
• "Watch out…" The young woman shouted. At least she had a conscience.
• But it wasn't a problem. Although that man moved quite fast, I was even faster. As the man swung the blade at me, I twisted my body slightly, letting the blade brush past my shoulder. Then, I grabbed the man's wrist with my right hand at lightning speed. With a slight shake, I managed to snatch the switchblade from him and stabbed it into his thigh.
• Blood spluttered onto my hands.
• The crippling pain caused the man to crouch down and trembling non-stop.
• I may not be able to fight gangs, but fighting a few small-time delinquents like you guys are easy peasy.
• Then, I turned to the last remaining man and said, "Why are you standing there? Scram!"
• That man was absolutely terrified. He had probably never seen a drunk that fought as viciously as me. Thus, he did not dare to linger but dragged his two friends and ran away.
• After that, I turned to check the young woman and could not help but gulp. Her clothes were a mess, and the dress was torn at her chest.
• She seemed a little fearful of me. She crouched slightly and fixed her clothes and messy hair.
• I shook my head. Unfortunately, the gorgeous view of her body was gone as she covered her slender legs with her skirt. It was a pity.
• "Hey…" The young woman had a melodious voice as she called after me.
• "What is it?"
• "You…" She hesitated.
• "What do you want? If you're not going to say anything, I'm leaving." I scratched my head to hide my awkwardness.
• She finally gathered courage and looked into my eyes before saying something that left me stumped.
• "Do… Do you want to have sex?"