Demi and her Uncle Sandro went home together. They asked Lourdes to cook some appetizers. “ Lourdes really cooks well,” said Sandro as he sat on the sofa. “Oh, you’re just flattering me, Senyorito Sandro,” replied Lourdes shyly. “Oh, it's not flattery, Lourdes. What Uncle says is true,” Demi chimed in while setting the plates on the table. “Yes, Lourdes. You’ve always been so good at this. Your cooking is still excellent,” added Sandro. Lourdes smiled. “Thank you. Your words really warm my heart.” "That's why I try not to stay here too long, because you always make me gain weight," Sandro joked, laughing. Maine laughed along with him. "Uncle, you've never gained weight. It's like you're on a diet whenever you eat here." "That's true," said Lourdes, "because you're always busy and out. So when you're here, I make sure you eat well." "Well, I really can't resist your cooking, Lourdes," said Sandro as he tasted a piece of the appetizer. "It's really delicious!" "Thank
After a brief trip to the restroom, Sandro returned and noticed some women sitting on a bamboo bench outside the hut. He glanced out the window and asked, "Who are the women sitting on the bamboo bench?" "Oh, those are Jessa and her friends," Demi replied, standing nearby. "Have they graduated? Are they working now?" Sandro asked. "Jessa hasn't passed the board exam yet, so she's working here for now, managing the finances on the farm," he explained to his friend. "Why do you ask?" "No reason, really. I just noticed there are a lot of beautiful women here on your farm. I don't get out much," Sandro replied with a smile. "Do you like her?" Demi asked, teasingly. "Hmm, no. I don't like women who dress provocatively. That woman is almost naked," Sandro answered. "Maybe she's just feeling hot. Most of them dress like that here," Demi looked at the woman his friend is referring . "Aren't you tempted?" Sandro asked again. "No, I'm used to it. Besides, if I don't like someo
"This is part of being married to each other, Jermaine," said Demitri, slowly removing his clothes. "No—no!!! It can't be!!" She stepped back as her husband approached. "Sweetheart, there's nothing more you can do. We're married now, what else can you say to me? Besides, I've invested a lot in you. Perhaps it's time for you to reciprocate everything..." he murmured as they neared the bed. She sat down on the soft mattress, realizing she was the only one sleeping in it. Her spouse stood by the door, an extension of that room, so as not to arouse suspicion from their housemates that they weren't sleeping side by side. "But, Demitri... we're only married on paper!" She continued to look for a way to stop him, holding onto her clothes to avoid his touch. The man stopped in front of her. Gently, he held her chin and looked into her eyes. "Is what I give you still not enough, Jermaine? I'm only asking this now, but can't you grant me this one thing?" Jermaine felt the intensity in h
She woke up the next day with her whole body aching. Her head hurt, and the pain was throbbing in her temples. How many times had the man claimed her? She couldn't remember anymore. All she could recall was the ecstasy brought by their union. She checked the time, it was already ten o'clock... Suddenly, she felt ashamed of her husband. She felt as if she had tempted him. (How will I face him? It's so embarrassing.) She covered herself with the blanket. She noticed that he was no longer beside her. He was probably downstairs chopping wood again. She got up and noticed the stain on the bed cover. She decided she would just change it later. She took a shower first. As she touched her lips, she smiled. The sweetness of Demi's kiss still lingered there. After taking a bath, she dried her hair and combed it. She noticed that her eyes seemed to sparkle. "Why do I look so beautiful?" she asked herself. She put on a bit of cologne and then stepped out. Looking out the window, s
"W-what are you going to do?" she asked as he pinned her down on the bed. "This," he said, kissing her with fervor. "I know you're jealous, that's why you're acting this way. I'm sorry I didn't notice you right away... it's my fault," he said between kisses. She smiled at what her husband said. He really knew how to handle her tantrums. She hugged him and responded to his kisses. They indulged in each other for hours. She didn't understand why she always fell asleep afterward. But the second time they made love was more special. She woke up to find him still beside her, hugging her tightly and sleeping soundly. The man suddenly spoke, "Are you trying to make me melt with that stare? I know I'm handsome, but don't make it so obvious that you like me too." "Huh!" She averted her gaze from the man, "Too? I like you too? Why? Do you like me?" The man blinked rapidly and turned to face her, "Isn't it obvious?" He brushed her hair aside. She looked at him, their eyes meeting,
"She's my wife," he replied with a frown. Everyone fell silent. "This is Señorita Maine." "Just call me Maine, I'm not used to being called Señorita," the woman said. "How are you all?" "You're really married, sir?" That was Jessa. She was tall and beautiful. He noticed how she looked at his wife from head to toe. The people in the back were whispering. "Why didn't we know?" "It was sudden," he replied. "Anyway, I hope you respect my wife; she's a good person." "She got upset," Demi said to him. "Chase after her if you want," he replied. "No way, you might kick me out of the room," and they both laughed. "Sir, you should have just indulged her," one of Jessa's friends said. "You know she's fond of you." "What's your name?" he asked the woman. "Lea, why?" she replied. "Do you have a boyfriend here?" "Y-yes... why do you ask?" she responded. "Would you like me to call him and have him peel the shrimp for the person next to you? How would that make you feel?" he replied. S
As she was working on her report, her husband suddenly pulled her into the bathroom to shower together. He clearly had plans for her. It had been a week since anything had happened between them, and this man had been making her his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She just went along with it to avoid upsetting him. After their heated moment, with a bit of showering, Demi took her to the court. She was surprised to see so many people in basketball uniforms. "Is the league today?" she asked him. "Yes, you forgot, didn’t you? I’m always on your mind," he replied with a grin. "You're so silly!" she said, pinching his side. "Ah— I love you," he said, forming a heart with his fingers. "Kiss me if you—" she started, but Demi kissed her suddenly. She was speechless. "I’m quick to respond," he said, giving her chin a playful squeeze. She noticed the Powerpuff girls glaring at her again, as if she had done something wrong. She returned their gaze, looking them up and down. "Why
"Sir, are you a masochist?" Jessa asked him as they both got food. "Why would you ask that?" he replied, frowning at her. "Do you see those two over there? Are you really okay with Maine flirting with your friend?" she pressed. "Jessa—" Olga started to intervene, but he signaled her to stay quiet. "There's nothing wrong with what they're doing. They're just talking," he said. "But sir, you can see there's something off about their behavior, right?" Jessa insisted. "There's nothing inappropriate going on. You just have a dirty mind." "But sir—" "Jessa, please, stop bothering my wife. She's a good person. You're just insecure. I know you have feelings for me; it's widely known here. That's why you're practically naked whenever you come near me. If I wanted you, I would've pursued you. All these years, I thought you would change! Don't push me to make a decision that will make you suffer." He walked away from her without waiting for a response. "Why do you look like tha