"Mom! Wait a second—I just woke up. I'm not even dressed yet!"Daisy's heart pounded wildly, her panic akin to a startled fawn. If her mother saw her like this, she wouldn't have the dignity to face her mother again. Without even bothering to change into a fresh pair of underwear, she hurriedly grabbed a pair of pants and yanked them on. Only after that did she exhale a long breath and clear her throat before opening the door."Okay, Mom, you can come in now."The door creaked open, and Violet stepped inside. She frowned as she took in Daisy's face, which was flushed as red as a monkey's backside, and the way she stood stiffly in the doorway, blocking the entrance."What's with you? Why's your face so red? And what was all that yelling about?""I—I had a nightmare," Daisy muttered, dropping her gaze as she fumbled for an excuse."A nightmare? What kind of nightmare makes you scream like that?" Violet gave her daughter a skeptical look but didn't press further.Feeling a deep s
But as Flynn's gaze lingered on Daisy's firm, round curves, a restless itch stirred in him.If he really managed to make her lose control, it would feel incredible.She was still young, but her curves nearly rivaled Anne's—enough to make anyone take a second look.And right now, she was only wearing a damp pair of panties, her long, slender legs completely exposed. It was a sight that made Flynn's eyes light up with appreciation."Damn it, Flynn! Get out! I need to change!"Daisy caught his stare, her eyes widening before she pointed fiercely at the door, ordering him downstairs."Daisy, you might as well just put your pants on. I've already seen everything—nothing left to hide."Flynn chuckled, unbothered."You shameless bastard!" she snapped. "How dare you take advantage of me?! Don't blame me for fighting back!"Before he could react, Daisy lashed out with a merciless kick—aiming straight for his most vulnerable spot."Shit! Daisy, you can't just go kicking people there!"
Lost in thought, Flynn made his way downstairs. At the bottom of the staircase, Anne was waiting, her face tense with worry."Come on, we need to go home," she urged, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the door."You little brat, is a woman all you can think about?" she snapped, pinching his arm in frustration.She had heard everything that happened upstairs but couldn't bring herself to go up. All she could do was wait, stewing in anxiety. Now, she was sure of it—Flynn was definitely longing for a woman. She needed to do something about it soon, or who knew what kind of trouble this kid would stir up?"No, Auntie, you misheard. I didn't do anything," Flynn said stiffly, doing his best to salvage whatever image he had left in her eyes."Enough. I'll deal with you when we get home," Anne snapped.Outside, Flynn grinned playfully. "Auntie, you love me too much to lay a hand on me.""Like hell I do!" she huffed. "If I don't keep you in check, you'll turn the whole place up
After speaking, Peter exchanged a knowing glance with the men around him—an unspoken understanding that all men shared."Yeah, yeah, we just saw Flynn heading that way. If you're looking for him, come with us," one of them chimed in.The group nodded in agreement, working together to deceive Esme. They had all been eyeing the young widow for a long time, lusting after her. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, no one would find out what happened. And even if they did anything to her, she probably wouldn't dare say a word."Alright, take me to him then," Esme said.She was exhausted, her head spinning with fatigue. All she wanted was to find Flynn as soon as possible, so she didn't give it much thought. Without hesitation, she followed Peter and the others toward the western hills.As they walked, Mark Sprock, one of the men, lowered his voice and asked, "Peter, this is the way that brat Flynn went, isn't it?""If he sees us doing it to Esme, that could be a problem," Mark continued
"Hehehe, what do you think we're up to? Isn't it obvious? We want to fuck you. Come on, Esme, stop resisting."Peter let out a wolfish howl and snatched the branch from Esme's hands, his excitement growing."The more you fight back, the better it feels for us."Mark and the others were practically drooling, some already fumbling with their belts."Peter! Mark! If you so much as lay a finger on me, I swear I'll call the cops and have you all thrown in jail!"Esme felt the blood drain from her face. If they really forced themselves on her, would Flynn still want her?"Call the cops all you want—after we're done with you."Peter slapped her hard across the face. With a swift yank, he tore her sleeve clean off, exposing the pale skin of her shoulder."Shit… this bitch is fine as hell," he muttered, eyes dark with hunger.Mark and the others stared, their breath hitching."Can't hold back anymore—strip her down!"They lunged all at once—And went sprawling face-first into the di
"Fuck off, you bastards!"Flynn was seething. The words barely left his mouth before he lunged forward."Flynn, be careful!" Esme called out, her voice tight with worry.But before she could say anything more, her eyes widened in shock.Flynn barreled through them like a wrecking ball. In mere seconds, Mark and his crew were sprawled on the ground, groaning and writhing in pain."What the hell?!""How is this bastard so strong?!"Flynn didn't give them a chance to recover. He kicked them a few more times, hard and deliberate. The men curled up like beaten dogs, all fight drained from them."Listen up," he said coldly. "If you ever harass Esme again, I'll break your damn legs.""That's enough, Flynn," Esme hurried to his side. "If you keep going, this will get out of hand. Let's just go home."As she looked at Flynn, something inside her stirred. At that moment, he seemed different—like a real man."Let's go, Esme," Flynn said, spitting in disgust in Mark's direction before
"See you later, Esme!"Flynn's heart swelled with satisfaction as he lifted his hand to his nose, inhaling the lingering scent on his slightly damp fingers. His mind turned hazy for a moment."Smells amazing..."Esme could barely walk straight.Flynn had made up his mind—no matter what happened tonight, he was going to sleep with Esme."I'm back, Auntie."In just half an hour, Flynn had returned to the clinic."You took long enough," Anne huffed, irritation lacing her voice.She had been waiting for him for hours, worry gnawing at her."There were a lot of herbs to gather today, so it took a little longer. I also picked some wild fruit—Auntie, try one and see how it tastes."Flynn lied effortlessly.In truth, he had been delayed because he couldn't keep his hands off Esme.As he spoke, he set down his basket, pulled out a few peaches, washed them, and handed one to Anne. Taking another for himself, he bit into it."I'm not hungry," Anne murmured, pressing her lips together
"What?"Anne froze for a second, her expression shifting from disbelief to overwhelming joy. "Flynn, you're all healed now? Are you serious?""Of course. If you don't believe me, you can check for yourself."Her head tilted downward, but almost immediately, her face flushed crimson."As long as you're better, that's all that matters," she muttered. "Now you can find a woman, or maybe even pursue Daisy. You're going to get married someday, and I can't stand in your way.""No, I don't want anyone else. I—"Before Flynn could finish, Anne's expression tightened, and she abruptly turned her face away, cutting him off."Don't be ridiculous," she snapped. "A grown man can't just ignore women forever. That's the way things are." She spoke with conviction, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.Flynn noticed the sudden shift in her mood. He assumed she was afraid that if he found someone else, he would drift away from her. Wanting to reassure her, he said quickly, "Don't worr
Natalie was dead set on divorcing Peter. She spat on the ground, turned on her heel, and ran off without looking back.As she passed by Flynn, she hesitated for a moment."Flynn, I'm sorry. I didn't believe you, and I was pretty nasty to you just now," she said. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have seen this bastard's true colors. If you ever need anything, just reach out to me. Consider it my way of repaying you."Flynn nodded, saying nothing more."You son of a bitch! This is all your fault!" Peter's voice erupted with fury. "I won't let you get away with this!"Seeing that he couldn't convince Natalie to stay, he turned his hatred on Flynn instead.Flynn let out a cold laugh. "You brought this on yourself. If you hadn't kidnapped my aunt, would you be in this mess?"With that, he turned and walked away with Anne. There was no need to waste any more time on Peter. Peter was already half-crippled, his bones shattered. There was no way he could cause trouble again.On the
"Flynn, be careful! Don't act recklessly!"Anne's voice trembled with worry. She couldn't see exactly what was happening, but the thought of Flynn facing Mark and the others alone terrified her."Don't worry, Auntie. These bastards dared to lay a hand on you. I won't let them get away with it." Flynn's voice was steady, but the fury beneath it burned hot. He didn't even glance back."Quit the tough-guy act, you little punk! I'm no weakling! See if I don't smash your face in!" Mark's bloodshot eyes burned with rage. With a snarl, he lifted a wooden stool and swung it down toward Flynn with all his strength."Go to hell!" Flynn cursed. His fist lashed out like a bullet.Crack!The stool exploded into splinters mid-air, scattering across the floor like shrapnel. But Flynn's punch didn't stop there—it drove straight into Mark's shoulder, hitting a pressure point with pinpoint precision.With a sickening crunch, Mark crumpled to the ground, howling in agony like a pig being slaughter
"We have to do it. No holding back this time. Otherwise, we'd be letting that beating this morning go to waste."The voices belonged to Peter and Mark, along with a few others.It all started earlier that day. After getting humiliated by Flynn, they couldn't swallow their anger. So they kidnapped Anne, determined to take their revenge."Stay back! Stay away from me!" Anne's voice trembled with fear. She couldn't let these filthy men touch her. If that happened, she'd never be able to face Flynn again."We're all from the same village. If Flynn offended you in any way, I'll apologize on his behalf. There's no need to do this.""Your apology is worthless. Sleeping with you would be much more satisfying." Peter chuckled. He was already imagining the best way to take her, savoring the thought of her beneath him."That's right! And don't think that little punk Flynn is coming to save you. He's probably been ripped to shreds by a tiger by now! Not even a bone left!" Mark sneered, his e
"Who the hell did this?!"Flynn burst into the house, his breath ragged, his pulse hammering. But no matter where he looked, there was no sign of Anne. His heart clenched tighter.Then, a memory hit him like a gut punch—earlier that day, Peter and his gang had joked about r*ping his aunt."Peter, you son of a bitch! If this is your doing, I swear to God, I'll kill you!"His vision blurred with rage as he took off running, heading straight for the small store at the village entrance.After his parents passed, Anne was the only family he had left. If anything happened to her, he didn't know what he might do.What should've been a ten-minute run took him less than five.Flynn kicked the shop door open, his voice a raw roar. "Peter! Get the hell out here! Where did you take my aunt?!"Inside, a few middle-aged women playing poker jumped in shock.Flynn's gaze swept the room. No Peter. His gut twisted tighter."What the hell's gotten into you, barging in here like a mad dog? Get l
"Don't you dare! If you castrated me, I'd cry my eyes out!"Flynn's whole body tensed up, a chill creeping through his lower half."Haha, look at you, scared out of your mind..."Wendy hadn't even finished her sentence when her gaze accidentally landed on a particular spot. Her mouth fell open in shock."You... You're back to normal? Since when?""You just got back, didn't you? I haven't had the chance to tell you yet," Flynn said with a grin. "So? Wanna give it a try?""No way! Get lost! Just because you're back to normal doesn't mean you can lay a finger on me ever again!"Wendy's eyes were full of wariness. She could tell—Flynn was practically itching to strip her down and pin her beneath him.Not happening."You have no idea... Stuck out here in this godforsaken place, not a single woman around... Life feels so pointless," he sighed dramatically. "Why else would I come to you for help? It's not like I don't trust you the most."He put on a look of wounded sorrow, playing
"Come on, don't talk nonsense. I haven't peeked at widows bathing in ages."Flynn's face flushed instantly.Back when he was a dumb kid, he used to drag Wendy along to spy on widows while they bathed. Not that they ever saw much—back then, it was just pure curiosity about women."Oh wow, so now you actually know what embarrassment feels like?"Wendy giggled, and Flynn couldn't help but notice the way her chest moved with the motion."Well, I grew up, didn't I?"His eyes drifted downward, and he scratched his head. "Damn… you, uh, really grew up."She arched an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?""I mean… weren't your boobs barely bigger than oranges back then?" He frowned. "You sure you didn't, you know, stuff something in there?""Stuff something? Screw you, Flynn!"She punched him in the arm, irritated. "Ever heard of a second growth spurt?"Her eyes had this teasing glint, every expression of hers carrying a hint of playfulness. It made Flynn's heart itch."I don't
Flynn turned his head and saw that the guy he had just beaten up was now standing beside Noah. And judging by Noah's stance, this kid might actually have some connections."What a coward. Had to bring backup?" Flynn scoffed.He had no interest in arguing with Noah. Leaning close to Daisy, he whispered something in her ear—told her to come by later that night—then took off running."Damn! That little bastard's fast!"By the time Noah and the guy reached where Flynn had been, he was already gone."Hmph, lucky for him," the guy muttered, still fuming. "If he'd stuck around, I wouldn't have let him off so easily.""What did he say to you?" Noah turned to Daisy. "Why were you crying? Did that bastard mess with you again?""He didn't say much," Daisy murmured, avoiding eye contact. She twisted her fingers, hesitating. "Just told me to apologize to Caleb. Said he knew he was in the wrong."Hearing this, Caleb immediately puffed up with self-importance. "Now he knows he's wrong? Too la
"Ahh—!"The guy was tall, broad-shouldered, but he hadn't expected Flynn to knock him down with just one kick. Humiliation burned through him, especially with Daisy watching. His face darkened."You dare hit me? Do you even know who I am?"Flynn snorted. "Don't know, don't care. But I'm your daddy now." He straddled the guy and started throwing punches. Hard, fast, relentless. Soon, the guy's face was a mess—swollen, bloody, barely recognizable. He groaned, curling up to shield himself."Flynn, stop it! What the hell are you doing?!" Daisy's voice was sharp with panic as she rushed to pull him away."Don't touch me," Flynn snapped, yanking his arm free. His eyes burned into hers. "What, you feel bad for him? Why are you so protective of this guy?"She flinched, startled. Then, her expression crumpled, eyes welling up with tears. "What do you mean protective? He's just a classmate! He's visiting the village—that's all! It's not what you think!" Her voice shook with frustra
It was early afternoon—one or two o'clock—the hottest time of the day.Flynn stepped out under the scorching sun, but he barely felt the heat.The small convenience store stood near an old willow tree and a stretch of cornfields. This was the spot where he had once grabbed Daisy behind the willow and into the cornfield.Standing there now, the memory surfaced again—her body bent slightly forward, the way he had glimpsed that hidden, untouched place.'She's actually not bad. If I married her and held her every night, that wouldn't be so bad either,' he mused.As he lingered on the thought, Daisy suddenly appeared in the distance.But she wasn't alone.Walking beside her was a tall, lanky guy with fair skin and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. His clothes were neat, and he carried himself with a quiet, scholarly air.Daisy spoke to him, her tone light and casual, occasionally letting out a crisp, silver-bell laugh.The guy, however, was clearly entranced, his gaze fixed on