Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1749: My only curse in this life is women

After Jonathan finally disappeared, Young Aether almost felt the urge to chase after him. Every instinct screamed that this was a terrible idea. He would rather limp across the entire city than remain alone with his friend’s wives.

Especially… Sasha Vale.

“Do you need a hand?” Sasha asked, lazily ‘stroking’ her fingers through the silky strands of her hair. The playful curve of her lips and the lingering look in her eyes carried far more meaning than her innocent words ever could.

Young Aether silently looked at the woman standing before him.

The thin fabric clinging to her figure did little to conceal the graceful outline of her body. Her slender waist flowed into soft, feminine curves, while her short hair rested over smooth shoulders.

Just… panties and bra!

Every slow step she took radiated quiet confidence, making it painfully obvious that she had no intention of behaving herself.

He sighed inwardly.

He didn’t want to hurt Sasha.

More importantly…

He refused to betray Jonathan’s trust.

To make matters worse, his injured leg had been wrapped so tightly in nearly three layers of bandages that escaping wasn’t exactly an option. Jonathan’s excessive concern had practically imprisoned him on the bed.

‘Fuck… this only makes me feel even guiltier about the whole situation.’

He rubbed his forehead before lifting his gaze toward her.

“Sasha… what exactly are you doing?”

“Hmm?” She tilted her head innocently before letting one finger drift toward her lips and licked it lustfully, her smile widening ever so slightly.

“You already know.”

“…”

The veins on Young Aether’s forehead twitched.

After taking a long, patient breath, he decided there was little point pretending to misunderstand her intentions.

“I see…” he muttered before looking directly into her eyes. “So… you want to fuck me?”

The blunt question left the room hanging in complete silence.

Sasha blinked once, clearly surprised by how straightforward he had become.

Then her beautiful smile slowly blossomed into one of complete triumph… as if she won something!

“Yes. Absolutely.” She nodded without the slightest embarrassment.

“I’ve been trying this whole time.”

She sounded almost proud of herself despite openly admitting such words while speaking about her husband’s closest friend.

Young Aether pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Sigh… I almost started thinking you were gay,” she teased before gracefully climbing onto the bed.

The mattress dipped softly beneath her weight. Every controlled movement carried an effortless elegance, her short hair sliding over one shoulder while the gentle sway of her ass seemed almost intentionally distracting. Even without saying another word, she possessed the kind of mature charm capable of unsettling most men.

“…”

Young Aether’s lips twitched violently.

Never…

Not once in his entire life…

Had he been so deeply wounded by a single sentence.

Gay?

Who?

Him?

He was straighter than a pole, and that pole certainly wasn’t confused… it only goes into a wet cave!

Well… sometimes the backdoor as well, but even that is supposed to be attached to the wet cave only!

“Sigh…” He buried his face in one hand before looking back at her with complete exhaustion.

“What exactly do you want? I mean… come on. You’re married to my friend. You’re supposed to fucking him, not me, bit— ahem.”

The insult died halfway across his tongue.

No matter how absurd this situation had become, he couldn’t bring himself to use such a degrading word toward Jonathan’s wife.

Sasha seemed completely deaf to everything he had just said.

Her gaze never left his crotch.

She slowly leaned closer, the playful smile never fading from her lips.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered with complete confidence. “Jonathan said… I’m very good at using my mouth.”

Her tongue briefly moistened her lips before she looked at his crotch again, clearly enjoying every second of his increasingly helpless expression.

“…”

Young Aether fell completely silent.

What the fuck was he even supposed to say to that?

Congratulate her?

Thank Jonathan for sharing that information?

Honestly…

He wasn’t in the mood for romance.

He wasn’t in the mood for flirting.

He certainly wasn’t in the mood for fucking as well.

His mind remained occupied by only one objective.

Destroy this place.

Return to his homeland.

Everything else could wait until afterwards.

Right now…

Even if a hundred breathtaking women and pussy suddenly surrounded him, he doubted they could distract him from that goal.

Sure, he could simply surrender to whatever curiosity Sasha had developed because of his unnatural, sexy, handsome, magical charm.

It wouldn’t really be much different from what had happened with Morgana.

But that situation had been entirely different.

Back then, he had possessed no real choice.

He still needed to get closer to Nyx, an unbelievably dense airhead who barely understood what sex even was. She had treated him less like a husband and more like a slave, practically locking him away as though he belonged to her.

…Well…

In fairness…

He kind of did.

However, this situation was completely different from before because he no longer needed to seduce anyone to accomplish his mission or manipulate someone for information.

‘Wait… I completely forgot about my seduction mission.’

Young Aether suddenly froze as the realisation struck him. This world also had an Arcane Queen, which technically meant that she was supposed to become one of his targets as well.

The thought barely had time to settle before another memory immediately surfaced in his mind.

The image of Sera held by the Arcane Queen and almost killing her… flashed before his eyes, causing every trace of amusement to disappear from his face. A chilling light passed through his pupils as he remembered how close he had come to losing her forever.

If he had arrived only a few moments later that day, he would never have seen Sera alive again.

He slowly exhaled before shaking his head.

There was no point dwelling on that memory right now because it only fueled the anger buried inside him. More importantly, he had absolutely no interest in thinking about seducing another woman after witnessing what the Arcane Queen had done.

His priority had already changed.

‘Yeah… once Terra is destroyed, will it even matter whether I seduced the Arcane Queen or not?’ he wondered as a wicked smile briefly appeared across his face before it quickly vanished.

Instead, that smile transformed into visible annoyance as he looked downward.

“Can you stop sniffing my dick, bit… ahem… woman?” he said while glaring at Sasha with an exhausted expression.

She had practically ignored everything he had been saying. Her breathing had grown noticeably heavier as she remained crouched close to him, her curious gaze fixed on the front of his trousers. One of her hands rested boldly against the fabric, gently rubbing over the outline beneath it without showing the slightest hesitation, while her expression resembled someone fascinated by a mystery she desperately wanted to solve.

‘Is she seriously this thirsty?’ he wondered.

Watching the hunger lingering inside her eyes and the anticipation written across her face, another thought unexpectedly crossed his mind.

Did Jonathan ever bother satisfying her…

Or had he always been focused only on satisfying himself?

Young Aether immediately dismissed the thought before it wandered any further. Whatever happened between Jonathan and Sasha wasn’t his business, and he had no intention of judging their marriage based on assumptions.

Before Sasha could continue, he reached forward and firmly caught the hand that had begun sliding toward the zipper of his pants.

“Tell me something honestly,” he said while holding her wrist just tightly enough to stop her.

“Don’t you think you’re betraying your husband by doing this? It’s wrong, Sasha. If you truly want another man, then leave my friend first before starting a relationship with someone else.”

Sasha, who had been just inches away from finding out what “inches” actually meant, pouted in annoyance before looking up at him as though she genuinely couldn’t understand why he was making such a big deal out of the situation.

“Why would I have to leave him?” she asked with complete sincerity. “Jonathan fucks Maiuri while he’s with me, so why am I not allowed to do the same?”

“…” Young Aether stared at her in complete silence.

It wasn’t because he lacked an answer.

It was because everything suddenly clicked together inside his head.

Sasha wasn’t trying to betray Jonathan out of selfishness or malice.

She genuinely believed there was nothing wrong with what she was doing.

Her reasoning was painfully simple.

Jonathan openly shared intimacy with another woman while remaining her husband, so in her eyes there was no difference if she also wanted to experience the same thing.

Nobody had ever taught her where the line between mutual agreement and betrayal actually existed.

Young Aether slowly rubbed his forehead before letting out a long sigh.

‘I completely misunderstood her…’

For the past several minutes, he had been silently calling her bitch, convinced that she was shamelessly attempting to cheat on Jonathan.

Instead, he was looking at someone who simply lacked the emotional maturity to understand why this situation was different.

His irritation gradually faded.

Replacing it was a strange mixture of pity and helplessness.

Carefully supporting himself with one arm, Young Aether slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. A faint grimace crossed his face as the movement tugged at the heavily bandaged leg, forcing him to continue maintaining the appearance of someone still recovering from a serious injury.

“Come here,” he said calmly.

Sasha blinked in surprise before tilting her head.

“Huh? Are you interested now?” she asked, her curious expression brightening almost instantly.

Young Aether shook his head with a tired smile.

“No. Just come here first.”

He gently motioned for her to move closer.

Sasha hesitated for only a brief moment before obeying, although this time her expression became noticeably more cautious. The playful teasing that had filled the room moments ago quietly disappeared as she looked into his eyes.

Something about him had changed.

The annoyance was gone.

The awkward embarrassment had disappeared.

Instead, his gaze carried a quiet patience and calm understanding that reminded her of a responsible adult preparing to explain something important rather than a young man caught in an uncomfortable situation.

Although their appearances suggested they were roughly the same age, the composure in Young Aether’s eyes made him seem far older than the years his face showed.

She slowly moved closer without another word.

Young Aether gently pulled her into an embrace, wrapping his arms around her nearly bare form with surprising tenderness. Her warm, slender body stiffened for a brief moment before gradually relaxing against him. One of his hands softly patted her head while his expression became unusually gentle, carrying none of the frustration that had filled his face only moments earlier.

“It’s alright, child… there’s no need to be confused.”

Yet, Sasha became even more confused by Young Aether’s actions, but she didn’t pull away when she felt his arms gently, yet firmly, embracing her. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down her spine, as though it was the first time someone had held her like this.

Her panties… were already stained.

“…”

Young Aether noticed the subtle change in her panties almost immediately, but he deliberately ignored it like a true gentleman.

Rather than acknowledging it, he continued speaking with the same calm patience one would use when explaining something important to a child.

“What you’re feeling is perfectly normal at your age,” he said carefully, choosing every word with caution.

“You watched your husband share intimacy with another woman, so naturally you became curious about those feelings yourself. Wanting to understand those emotions doesn’t automatically make you a bad person.”

Sasha quietly listened, her confusion still plainly visible across her face.

“However,” he continued, “you married Jonathan knowing he already had another wife, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she answered with a small nod, although she still didn’t understand where this conversation was leading. Almost absentmindedly, she reached for his hand and tried placing it against her thigh while looking at him with innocent expectation.

Young Aether gently stopped her without showing the slightest trace of disgust.

Now that he understood the misunderstanding behind her actions, irritation had completely disappeared from his heart. Instead, he saw someone who simply lacked the emotional experience to understand the difference between curiosity and commitment.

As someone mentally far older than his appearance suggested, he felt responsible for guiding her instead of condemning her.

Yup, A fucking responsible man!

“Then that means you accepted there would be another woman in Jonathan’s life, correct?”

“Yes…” Sasha answered before innocently adding, “Can you move your hand a little closer…? Finger my pussy?”

“…No!”

Young Aether firmly, yet gently, shook his head before continuing,

“And that’s exactly where the misunderstanding begins. You accepted another woman becoming part of Jonathan’s life because you agreed to that relationship from the very beginning.

Now you’re trying to introduce another man into your own marriage, but have you ever asked Jonathan whether he’s willing to accept that?”

Sasha lowered her eyes.

“…No.”

“…No.” Sasha fell silent. Even so, her ass continued nudging against his crotch, desperately trying ‘it’ to stand up.

“You see?” Young Aether said with a patient smile. “That’s the real issue. Before doing something like this, you should first have an honest conversation with your husband. Otherwise, no matter what your intentions are, your actions will only make you the one in the wrong.”

The patience in his voice was so extraordinary that even a monk might have questioned whether Young Aether had secretly spent years meditating somewhere deep in the mountains.

Was he a true monk?

Sasha quietly reflected on his words for several moments.

Gradually, her eyes lit up as another thought suddenly entered her mind.

“So…” she began cautiously, “if Jonathan gives me permission… then can I fuck you?”

“…”

Young Aether blinked several times before staring at her in complete disbelief.

“I’m… honestly not sure that’s how this works.”

His thoughts immediately spiralled into chaos.

Was she actually planning to walk up to Jonathan and casually ask whether she could fuck his best friend?

What the hell?

Jonathan would probably assume Young Aether had manipulated or seduced his wife behind his back before throwing a punch first and asking questions later.

Young Aether could already feel a painful headache forming, each ridiculous possibility crashing into another like train carriages colliding head-on.

While he was still lost in those thoughts, Sasha quietly studied his face.

Her gaze slowly wandered across his handsome features before stopping on his lips. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she found herself staring at them longer than she intended, almost as though some invisible force kept drawing her attention back.

Without thinking…

She leaned forward.

Just as her lips were about to touch his—

SLAP!

The sharp sound echoed throughout the room.

Young Aether’s hand had already struck her cheek before she even realised what had happened.

“There is a fucking limit, bitch!” he snapped.

For a brief instant, his eyes darkened with a frightening intensity before the coldness quickly disappeared.

The moment he saw tears welling up in Sasha’s eyes, his expression froze.

“Sniff… sniff… sniff… W-Why did you hit me?” Sasha sobbed between shaky breaths. “I… I didn’t… sniff… sniff…”

Young Aether fell silent for a moment before letting out a weary groan. Knowing she was genuinely hurt rather than angry, he sighed and gently pulled her back into his embrace, carefully patting her head in an attempt to calm her down.

“I really didn’t mean for it to happen,” he said softly. “But you suddenly tried to kiss me. I already told you that this is wrong, didn’t I?”

“Awwweeeeeee!”

Instead of calming down, Sasha cried even louder.

She buried her face against his chest, tightly clutching the front of his shirt as though afraid he would push her away again. Her shoulders trembled with every sob while her muffled cries echoed throughout the quiet room.

Young Aether could only continue patting her back in silence.

There was absolutely no way he was apologising for slapping her.

“Come on… stop crying,” he muttered with another helpless sigh. “It’s really not worth crying over something like this, Sasha.”

Unfortunately, his words had almost no effect.

If anything, they only encouraged another round of pitiful sniffles as she stubbornly remained in his arms.

‘Whatever…’

Young Aether silently gave up trying to reason with her.

Perhaps this wasn’t entirely a bad outcome. After all, getting slapped might finally convince her to keep a proper distance from him instead of constantly trying to make advances.

As that thought crossed his mind, he suddenly became aware of how close they currently were.

His eyes widened ever so slightly.

‘Thank goodness Jonathan went to work today. Otherwise… I have absolutely no idea how I would explain this mes—’

THUD!

The bedroom door suddenly swung open.

“Sasha, are you f—!!”

A gentle feminine voice abruptly stopped midway through the sentence.

Silence instantly filled the room.

An almost naked woman!

A young man!

The naked woman was crying while the young man gently comforted her in his embrace.

The bed was left in complete disarray, the blanket crumpled beyond recognition, and the woman’s panties… were visibly damp.

Given the scene before a new person…

There was only one conclusion that came to their mind.

“…”

Young Aether’s entire body went cold the moment his eyes met Maiuri’s.

She stood motionless in the doorway, blankly staring back at him with frighteningly cold eyes. In her hand rested a fucking kitchen knife, its blade still dripping with fresh blood from whatever she had been cutting only moments ago.

Young Aether felt an icy chill crawl down his spine.

‘…My only curse in this life is women,’ Young Aether thought with complete resignation.