Chapter 256: Sarah's Twin Sister?
Darkness had long since enveloped the entire Rogue Encampment. Under the silent night sky, scattered lights rose up, flickering between bright and dim, seeming both near and far, like candlelight swaying in the cold wind. Even such faint Glow symbolized safe Sanctuaries, warm little nests that could shelter one from wind and rain. But among these countless lights, not a single one was lit for me. Walking under such a night sky, it was hard to avoid a sense of loss and loneliness internally.
Isn't Life just a process of constantly seeking one's place of belonging?
Of course, these numerous feelings were merely temporary emotions evoked by the scene. If I had to trace the cause, it was probably the wild thoughts triggered by that kiss with Lin Ya, which then escalated to rationality, to humanity, to philosophy, much like a Beggar thinking about universe Peace. To put it bluntly, it was just a case of adolescent delusions acting up, being overly sentimental.
What should I do? How should I handle the relationship with Lin Ya? At this moment, I had not a single clue. I liked Lin Ya. While it wasn't yet at the level of eternal, unwavering Love, I was indeed Attracted by her Appearance and her shy, Kindness-filled temperament. I think any normal Man would find it hard to Resist Lin Ya's Charm.
But what about Shala? What about Velas? They were even harder for me to give up. They were more important than my own Life, my women. I loved Lin Ya, but I loved them even more. In my heart, Velas and Shala were both my Wives. The Status of Wife was incredibly important to me, irreplaceable. If loving Lin Ya was my right, then my Love for Velas and Shala was no longer just a right, but an Obligation. They were my Wives; I had the right, the Obligation to love them.
Therefore, I couldn't suppress the Feeling of falling in love with Lin Ya. But I was even more unable to Damage Shala and Velas. Although they didn't say it internally, what woman would willingly share the Man she liked with others? During the days I was in Fusion with Velas, Shala didn't say anything and silently Accepted the Fact, but the clinginess she showed towards me afterward undoubtedly indicated that she wasn't as indifferent as she appeared.
Love isn't just sweetness and happiness; perhaps it's more often heartbreak, contradiction, and painful choices. I wasn't a playboy, unable to guarantee that all the girls who liked me and whom I liked wouldn't be hurt. I could only try to choose the Method that minimized the Damage. Isn't Life like this for everyone? As for my future with Lin Ya, I could only take it one step at a time for now. Ah, damn it, I still haven't told Velas and Shala about Little Ghost. I fell back into endless distress.
Amidst my wild thoughts, the outline of my Small Tent gradually became clear in the darkness. A faint light shone from inside, warming my heart. All the distracting thoughts and annoyance disappeared. There was a type of woman who, just by thinking of her, made your heart feel Warmth. Even with endless troubles, you would show a happy Smile. Velas was this kind of girl.
Lightening my Footsteps, I gently opened the Wooden Door. Under the dim lamplight, my Little Wife was sitting on the bed with her legs bent. She seemed to have just woken up, her Sanity still a little hazy, looking dazed and confused, which gave off a lazy, sensual Aura. She was incredibly cute.
"Ah, I can't help it, she's too cute! My Little Lulu is the cutest girl in the world."
I went up and hugged the still hazy Velas, rubbing my face against her rosy cheeks.
"Wuwu~ Wah!!" The dazed Velas let out a Wail like a Kitten just woken up and caught.
"Wuwu~~, Lord, it's so embarrassing."
"Looking like this, do you feel like a Mother?" I lifted my Head from Velas's embrace and looked at her with a mischievous Smile.
"N-no way." Velas's cheeks instantly turned red, and her small hand gently stroked my Head.
"Mother, huh..." With a light sigh, she gently brushed my Hair Strands, falling into thought. First, her Expression was melancholic, then she seemed to think of something, and the Corner of the mouth slowly curved into an arc. Finally, she laughed. Her dazed appearance revealed a cute silliness, her Brain tilted unconsciously, as if countless bubbles were popping out of it.
"I really want... to be pregnant!"
"Pfft—"
"Lord, what are you doing?"
Feeling the Warmth in her embrace disappear, Velas sobered up and looked curiously at me, covering my Lower Body and rolling on the ground.
"N-nothing?" I lifted my Head and Reluctantly gave Velas a Smile. This charming Little Vixen had delivered such a fierce blow to me, a Man, without mercy. The worst part was her completely genuine, pure Expression. If I hadn't considered that we had been fooling around all night and Velas hadn't had anything to drink yet, I really would have transformed into a Foul Beast and pounced on her, thoroughly ravaging her.
"Lord hasn't eaten yet, right? Wait, I'll go make it now." Velas thought that darn Meeting had lasted until now, so she quickly put on her Clothes and tied on her cute Maid Apron. Just as she was about to wash the rice and cook, I stopped her.
"As for me, I've already eaten."
"Then what should we do?" Velas looked at me with watery Eyes. Whenever I was Home, she would cook and we would eat together. She had never encountered this situation before and was a little at a loss.
"Just make a portion for yourself, wouldn't that be fine? Eh, wait. Forget it, don't make anything. We're going to mooch for Dinner." I clapped my hands, as if I had just thought of something.
"Mooch for Dinner?" Velas was still a little hazy. She usually wore a kind and gentle Smile, looking like a capable and virtuous young Wife. This mode of being completely cute was truly a rare sight, something I definitely had to remember well.
"Right. We'll go to Lar Family's Home to mooch for Dinner. It kills two birds with one stone." As the Lar Family's freeloading King, a specially constructed nerve in my head was currently beeping with a prompt—it was exactly the Time when Aunt Shali was setting the fragrant Dinner on the Table.
"Um, Lord, I'd rather not go. Lord, you go alone. I'll just eat at Home." Velas lowered her Head and said in a timid, low voice. It was understandable. Although she had received Shala's Acceptance, and Aunt Shali didn't seem to say anything, openly going to Shala's Home to mooch for Dinner, and having to face Shala's Mother, would feel awkward for any normal person.
"What are you afraid of? Show some Presence. This is a problem we have to face sooner or later. Running away won't work."
I spoke bravely, but in my mind, I was also apprehensive. Taking another woman to my Mother-in-law's Home to mooch for Dinner? This was truly a plot that would only appear in YY Novels. But there was no other Method; I had to bite the bullet and go. Not only was Shala going to be my woman sooner or later, but Velas's Attitude was also unacceptable. I realized that even though she had adapted to the Status of Wife, Velas still maintained a humble Consciousness deep down. This Consciousness wasn't a negative feeling of inferiority about her Status, but rather that she hadn't yet shaken off the pace of her original Maid role. That's why she still called me "Lord, Lord" like that. While I didn't care about the title itself, as long as we understood each other's Intent, Velas's humble Viewpoint had to be corrected. This was a good opportunity.
"But, but, wuwu~~..." Velas pleaded with me with her watery big Eyes, looking pitiful and on the verge of tears. Normally, I would have softened and given in long ago, comforting her in every way, but not now. Hmm, I need to use Domestic Violence.
Without a word, I grabbed her warm little hand and strode towards Lar Family's Home. After a while, Velas probably realized I was determined to do this and finally stopped her futile Resistance. Like a Wronged little Wife, she lowered her Head in frustration, passively being pulled along by me.
"Smile, keep smiling, mm-hmm." I turned back, looking at Velas with a mix of annoyance and amusement. She looked solemn, as if she were about to charge into a dragon's pool and tiger's den. "If you don't show a Smile soon, I'll kiss you for an hour right at Shala's Doorstep."
This kind of threat was undoubtedly effective. Velas gave me a pitiful look, sighed, and finally showed her usual Smile that could melt even the most hardened Man.
Finally, we arrived In Front of Lar Family's Door. I took a deep breath. Thinking that I would immediately see my Little Angel Sarah, I couldn't help but feel a little Excited, and my Pace quickened by several points. However, pulling Velas behind me made me feel somewhat apprehensive. Velas was scared, but wasn't I too? There probably wouldn't be much of a problem with Sarah, but whether Aunt Shali would be welcoming to the "woman who seduced her daughter's Fiancé" and the "Son-in-law who brought another woman to mooch for Dinner" was something only heaven knows.
"Thump thump—"
The Wooden Door made a solid sound. Soon after, a rhythmic, light Footsteps sound came from inside. It was Sarah. I immediately held my breath. This girl, whom I deeply missed, every little detail about her was firmly etched in my mind. This was indeed Sarah's Footsteps sound, no mistake.
The Door slowly opened. I couldn't help but take a step forward, my heart filled with unspeakable Excitement. But the next moment, the Movement I was preparing to embrace her with froze Mid-air.
The Door was opened, and appearing In Front of me was a girl who looked exactly the same as Sarah. Pink Long Hair cascaded down to her waist like a Ribbon. Her stunning Appearance, composed of exquisite Features and a flawless face, was already unmatched in the entire Rogue Encampment, even though it hadn't yet displayed its full beauty due to her Age—purely in terms of Appearance, Sarah was undoubtedly Rogue's Number One.
But why did I say "exactly the same"?
Because her Temperament was completely different from Sarah's. It wasn't cold; instead, it was a serious Expression, and like her crimson Eyes, it gave off a sharp, authoritative sense of fire. The piercing Gaze that met me was like an unsheathed sharp Sword, so sharp it made one dare not face it directly. Although her Height was petite, she gave off an unavoidable sense of being Powerful, like a peerless famous Sword newly forged, revealing a noble Presence, imposing and full of Presence. Someone with a Weakness in Confidence would likely feel a sense of inferiority In Front of her.