The Fairytale Beauty

In the beautiful times, I had a wife. Her name is Nadya. She is a simple woman, just like her name. I married Nadya when she was 19, which is too early to marriage in this day. Usually, marrying at such a young age for modern society means that the girl has been pregnant. The pregnant girl must be matched to the man who impregnated her to hide the family disgrace. Modern society, especially modern girls, tends to choose to marry at an older age. They will finish their education at university and then work before finally getting married and having their own family. That's one of the things that made my marriage with Nadya a little different; besides, we are from a really different culture. Nadya lives in a slum village called Luzbell Village, while I live in a big modern town called Seiraah. Uniquely, the town I live in is directly adjacent to the village where Nadya lives. Luzbell village, where Nadya lives, is a slum, but access to education is very lacking in this village. In Luzb

It was so horrible to remember. That woman, Mrs Souza, my own neighbour, tried to touch me. In fact, she didn't just try, but she managed to get what she wanted; touching me. I got along well with her because she had been our neighbour for a long time. She is a 32-year-old woman who lives in solitary. They said that she was married and lived with her husband before her husband died in an accident. The neighbours and people who live in the Seiraah town continue to gossip about her. They say she is the one who killed her own husband in the accident, but there is not enough evidence, so she was released from an accusation of the prison sentence. They also say that she is a mad and dangerous woman. My mother and I never believed the rumours because Mrs Souza was a perfect neighbour. She is also friendly and fun. One weekend, she visited our house and said it would be her last visit because she will move to another city tomorrow. At first, nothing strange happened. Until she asked me to h

“I'm tired of Utopia girls, mother,” I told my mother when I visited her that day. I was 24 years old, graduated, and founded my textile business when I realised how boring it was to date girls from the Utopia. They were always the same, adoring my physical appearance as if it was the only good thing about me. So often, they praise me for my good looks; I'm getting sick of it. I don't mean to be arrogant, but believe me, being looked at from head to toe by a girl turns out to be annoying. There used to be a girl who gave me a love letter; she said, "I believe in my feelings, I have been watching you for months". Doesn't anyone realise how terrible it is? Does the strange girl say that she was often watching me without me knowing her existence? I don't know how much the girl has peeked at me. I was feeling sick. She was just like a crazy stalker. Another competitor of my textile business said, "The company's stock rose just because of his handsome face". He never knew how hard I tried

"Look what's going on, Nadya, the slut choose a rich man as her target," said someone from our behind immediately caught our attention. Nadya and I saw her. She was a middle-aged woman with a messy hairstyle. She looked fierce. "Auntie..." Nadya said while she separated her hands from my grip. "So, she is your aunt, Nadya?" I asked Nadya. "Yes, this is my aunt. Her name is Gerda." I smiled at the aunt. To be honest, she doesn't look like Nadya's aunt. She looks more like her grandmother. I wanted to tell aunt Gerda that I was going to ask Nadya out on a date. I want to confess that I was in love with her niece, but before I could say anything, aunt Gerda said some disgusting words about Nadya: "How much did you pay for this slut? You look so rich. You must pay high for one night with her. You don't need to marry her, sir. Just take her away from here before she sleeping around with the entire man in this village." Early, I want to be n

Nadya started to look out of breath, so I stop kissing her. Reflexively, Nadya pulled herself away from me. She no longer sits on my lap. I want more, I want more than just a kiss, but it seems that Nadya doesn't want to do that. So, I asked her:"Want to do it again?""I think that's enough.""But, I want more, Nadya.""Next time, okay?""Okay," I said.I want to do that with her, but I won't force Nadya to make out with me. I'm not a disgusting rapist. I never touched a girl against the girl's will, and this applies to Nadya."I want to go home, Erwin," Nadya said. I think she was getting scared."Sure, let me take you home."I took Nadya to the front of her house door, and I didn't forget to ask about our date tomorrow. Nadya said that she would be working in the fields tomorrow morning so we couldn't go for walks. However, I wanted to be with Nadya, so I planned to accompany her to work in the cornfield. Before going