Kuro was at lost. Iiana had become someone irreplaceable inside his heart and he without doubt knows that he had fallen for this woman. He knows what he want but that woman... she doesn't get it. Or more precisely, she doesn't know what she wants.
He do not blame her for that, and he could write it off as the effect of being traumatic in her past life but... it doesn't make it any less hurtful.
Divorce??!! She want a divorce!! She said it easily, like he worth nothing in her eyes. He knows that she had a feeling for him, but she won't admit it. Instead she did a lot of things that drives him crazy, as if she's testing his limit. Its not helping that his friend keep on pestering him to go to the brothel and forget about his wife.
"Just give what she wants. She's crazy I told you. Only crazy woman would want to let you go"
"You are not helping at all"
"How about this? Lets go to the brothel. Maybe something strike you fancy?" Arya wiggled his eyes. This was the thousandth times he bugged him.
"How many times do I need to tell you?"
"You know I'm quite stubborn myself" smirked him. As if he doesn't know. Arya eyes slightly widen after his eyes glance something behind Kuro. Kuro can smell a familiar fragrance, the scent of lavender and grass, the scent of his wife.
He wasn't ready for another fight. Kuro had avoided his wife for three days now and that still not enough for him to think this out and make it right again. He grab Arya's hand.
"Which brothel? Let's go"
That caught Arya off guard and he quickly regain his composure.
"Okay" he said happily. They both fly out from the empty hidden village and went to the outer town, far away from the mysterious place.
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Iiana hold her chest and bunch her shirt. She won't give up just yet. Let him run, she can chase him until he's run out of hiding place. She had been trying for few days now to talk to him but each time, he ended up disappearing or busy with something.
She took the orphan boy with her. They had made a funeral for his whole family and then the others two days ago. In a blink of an eyes, the village had a big newly made thombstone erected in loving memories for them. The boy had been quiet and just followed Iiana.
"You will let your husband to brothel?" Asked the boy finally.
"Do you even know a brothel?" Iiana throw a question back at him to make him stop poking the sore spot.
"Of course! Its A place where woman and men pleasure each other."
She looked away. How did a boy that lived in this cut off place know such things?
"Then, both of you seek pleasure else where instead of each other?" Iiana waved her hands away.
"I will not answer that." She lifted the hem of her skirt and move gracefully to enter the house she currently reside. Aside from the boy, only Nagi was present. Though he kept on disappearing and reappearing back randomly. Iiana wondered where he went.
"Then, won't you pleasure yourself with my body?"
That caught Iiana in surprised and she turned around fast.
"What made you think that I would take you in my bed?"
The boy just shrugs.
"That is our way since I could remember. Coupulation means nothing to us and just a mean to add to our population. Since I had no one now, I serve you. And if by any chance you need me, I will serve you well." The boy had this dead eyes, that his words felt empty and lifeless. That explained why he know about brothel.
Iiana knocked the boy head a little bit hard. The boy was surprised and he rubs his head while looking at her.
"I'm not a craddle robber nor I have any desire to be bedded by a little boy. I will take you regardless but as my people. Not some sex doll, mind you. Could you get your head straight? What had passed already passed. Live your life and start new"
He digest it silently while still rubbihg his head
"Its not that little. They always said I had the best technique and bigger than most they had tried.." mumbled the boy. Iiana really want to smack the boy head again but instead choose to ignore it.
"Oh I'm sure you do but sorry. I doubt that."
"Then, should we exchange techniques?" The boy let down the lapel of his clothes to show his shoulder and half of his torso. Iiana look at the boy coldly and step in front of the boy.
"How old are you again, boy?"
"18years old. I reach 18 a week ago."
Iiana grabbed the boy shirt and lean forward.
"I can ruin a man easily and get them addicted to sex. How, pray tell, a boy like you could hope to survive that? I had declined your offer yet you are testing my patience. Should I just ruin you now and be done with it? Because I know a lot of way, without letting you lie on my bed or touching me, and make you break."
The boy laugh bitterly.
"Nothing can break what had already broken, young mistress"
Iiana slowly raised the boy's shirt and put it back in one piece.
"Wrong. Broken things crack easily. Thank you, but no thanks. I am my husband's as much as he is mine."
"Then at least let me do something to help you."
"Then call nagi. Let us drink"
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An hour was the maximum limit he stay in that place. Nothing strike him fancy nor he had any desire to do anything. His thought would wander back to his wife. All these women flocked around them, touching them with their lustful eyes.. it made him sigh and want to go back.
"Come now, Kuro. Lets enjoy this!"
"Not in a mood. I'm going back" Kuro threw few gold stones on the table and stood up. All the grabby and persistent hands keep on latching on him.
He glared at them and activated his energy to ward them off.
"I will go and see my wife"
"It has just been an hour" said Arya in a disappointed tone.
"You can stay. I'll go"
Kuro walk away and Arya sighed. He also follow suit his friend and went back to the hidden valley through the cave.
Just before they open the door, they were stopped on track.
"Hmmm.. my god.. that feels so good.."
"I'm glad you like it, mistress"
"Ahhhh.. right there.."
"Do you-"
Kuro forcefully open the door to intrude their happy time.
The sight that greeted them was surprisingly shocking to say the least. A lady so drunk that she was half conscious, a grown man who was knocked over with a jar of alcohol and a teenage boy who are massaging the said lady's leg. She was seated drunkenly with her leg stretch in front of her,her face was flush with red. Moaning with pleasure of getting her feet massage.
A moan that sounded so adulterous and would make any healthy man want to jump and ravage that woman. They were too drunk to care about anything else and didnt notice two addition presences had joined the living room.
"Do you want me to massage your shoulder, miss?"asked the boy. Iiana did not say yes nor said no. The boy took it as an okay and move behind the chair that the miss sat. But kuro was fast enough to intercept him and grab his hand with a warning pressure on his wrist. Kuro massage her instead. The boy was surprise but obediently went back to massaging her foot.
"Mmmmm.. that's hit the spot. Yes, yes right there" kuro fingers slide to her neck, and she tilted her head side way.