Leon found Melina and Kara standing at the door, their eyes full of sympathy and worry.
For a moment, neither spoke. Kara fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, glancing between him and the empty path where Nicole and his sisters had just disappeared. Melina, on the other hand, held his gaze—steady, searching, as though she could read the storm of thoughts running through him.
Seeing their reaction, he couldn't help but smile faintly. He was from earth plus he was equipped with a system it was just a matter of time for him to turn things around.
"What is with that look? Come on, cheer up," he said, trying to lighten the mood with a playful grin.
Kara blinked at him, a little caught off guard, but a tiny smile tugged at her lips despite herself.
Melina, however, didn't laugh. To her, it sounded different—it was as if he was trying to mask his heavy feelings with humor.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Melina asked with concern, her brows knitting slightly. "It's okay not to be okay, you know."
Leon shook his head, forcing a small grin as he spread his hands. "Don't worry. Are you forgetting my new memories? There are plenty of ideas in there to make money. It's just a matter of time."
Melina didn't push further. Deep down, she knew—this was no longer the same Leon she knew before. For now, she chose to trust him, even if she didn't fully understand.
"Okay," she said at last, her voice soft but carrying a hint of warmth. "Let's eat. I'm famished."
A rough clay bowl was placed before Leon, steam rising from a thick, brownish stew. Chopped cabbage, onions, and a few limp carrots floated in the broth, bulked out with peas and barley. A hunk of coarse, dark bread sat on the side—dense, chewy, and slightly sour from rye. A small wedge of pale cheese rounded out the plate.
Melina and Kara dug in without complaint, their spoons scraping against the bowls with practiced ease. To them, this was normal.
Leon, however, stared at the food with mixed feelings. Compared to Earth's variety, the stew was bland and heavy, with only a whisper of salt and almost no seasoning at all. He lifted a spoonful and let it cool before tasting. The flavor was… flat. Just boiled vegetables and grains.
"Kara, your food is sweet," he said, forcing another spoonful into his mouth and swallowing. The warmth of the simple praise seemed to linger longer than the taste of the stew itself.
The creak of the door drew their attention.
"Hey, Melina, are you going to the well?" a familiar voice called, cheerful, cutting through the quiet of the room.
At the doorway stood a woman about Melina's age, her long red hair cascading in waves that caught the light like living flame. The simple cotton dress she wore clung stubbornly to her curves, the fabric straining across her chest and hugging her hips in a way that left little to imagination.
"Oh! I thought you were still injured by that bastard Harold?" she exclaimed, her voice carrying both surprise and relief. The way she said his name, spitting it like poison, left no doubt about the depth of her hatred.
"His injuries were not that serious." Melina spoke quickly, her tone steady as she covered for him. Then, with a small smile, she gestured toward the woman standing in the doorway. "Leon, this is Sandra—our next-door neighbour."
"Nice to meet you, Aunt," Leon replied at once, inclining his head respectfully. He was grateful for Melina's timely introduction; it spared him the awkwardness of fumbling with names he didn't know.
In truth, the original Leon had lived a sheltered life. Beyond the faces in the chief's compound, and Melina and Kara themselves, he knew few others in the village. Strangers were merely blurred figures on paths, familiar only in passing.
"Wow! So polite." she teased.
"Kara already fetched water in the morning." Melina informed her.
Sandra pouted dramatically, pressing a hand to her hip. "I suppose I'll be on my way then."
Sandra turned to leave, she bent gracefully to lift her clay pot. The fabric of her dress stretched taut, accentuating the generous curve of her hips.
Leon's throat worked in a hard gulp, as his gaze landed on her full fleshy big ass. Heat shot through him as he felt his once-calm body stir with dangerous urgency again. His dick got hard immediately craving attention.
"Aunt Sandra, can I come with you?" Leon asked suddenly, his tone light but laced with an eagerness he couldn't quite hide. "I've been in the house too long."
Sandra paused a little before looking at Melina seeking her approval.
Melina exhaled softly and gave a small nod. "You can at least stretch your legs," she said, her voice calm,though deep inside she knew she had no power over Leon.
"Well come on then."
Leon stood up fast and followed her out as he watched her ass move with every step she took, deeply enticing him.
The midday sun bore down on the dusty road as Leon followed Sandra, her pot balanced with practiced ease against her hip. His eyes wandered absently at first, taking in the scattering of huts and gardens they passed. But soon a nagging thought tugged at him.
They had crossed paths with at least half a dozen women—some carrying bundles of firewood, others balancing baskets on their heads, their daughters trailing behind with smaller loads. A few teenage girls walked in groups, giggling softly when they caught sight of him.
Yet not once had he seen a grown man. Only little boys running about with sticks or chasing each other in the dirt.
"Aunt, are there no men?" he asked curiously.
Sandra chuckled softly, her hips swaying as she walked. "Ah, some are in town working or out hunting they will be back once in a while."
"Aunt, you look beautiful, especially when you smile." Leon said his voice full of sincerity.
Sandra's steps slowed just a little, and she tilted her head to glance at him, surprise flickering in her eyes before giving way to a playful smile.
"Thank you, Leon." she said while staring at his face. " You are different from the stories they say about you."
"Well those stories are true, but after I woke up it was like I had been given a second chance so I decided to change." he cooked a reasonable excuse.
"Change? Ah." Sandra chuckled softly, shaking her head.
Leon lifted his hand and brought it down hard on Sandra's bubbly ass making her let out a yelp.
"aaaah!"
"Why did you slap my ass?" she questioned with an enraged voice.
Pah! Not satisfied with the feeling he spanked her again making her nearly drop her pot.
"What do you think you are doing?" she was now pissed.
"That was for doubting me." he said in a calm steady voice. "I am trying to regain my confidence Aunt, when you doubted me I started to question myself like in the past." He explained.
"Am sorry I did not mean to undermine your confidence, Leon." She apologized. " I think it is great that you are trying to change." she added.
Leon thanked again whoever brought him here. He had spanked her and yet she was the one apologizing.
"Actually, Aunt you helped me just now."
"How?" she asked.
"When I slapped your ass I felt confident, for the first time I felt powerful." he explained in a sincere tone.
"Really?"
Pah! Another slap landed on ass, but this time the hand did not leave. He rubbed her ass slowly as if to ease her pain.
"Don't doubt me, Aunt," Leon said, his voice carrying a quiet strength.
"I was not doubting you, I was just surprised." she explained in an aggrieved voice.
"Am sorry aunt , I guess I am still paranoid." he said in a meek voice. "Does it hurt?" he asked with concern while still rubbing her ass.
"It is okay, but you need to relax." she said calmly.
Sandra's ass felt good in his hands as he increased force. He looked around and they were at the side of the road openly groping her but everybody went on with their business as usual.
"Aunt, please… help me." Leon's voice was meek, barely above a whisper, as though the words themselves embarrassed him. " I lost my confidence because of bullying and I lacked strength, so I thought maybe if I did the same I would regain my confidence."
His gaze dropped to the dusty ground, lashes shadowing his eyes as he waited for her answer.
"So you want to bully me?" she asked with a frown.
"Y-yes, but I'll only humiliate you a little, I won't hurt you plus we can stop anytime you want ." He stuttered.
"Okay, I'll help you, it's just a little humiliation, this lady can take it." She accepted, not knowing she had walked into his trap.
Nicole owes for this. She thought.
"Thank you Aunt, you are the best." Leon thanked her, as he pulled her into a tight hug, her boobs pressing against his chest.
Leon's smile morphed from innocent to a wretched one as he dropped his hands down to her ass.