4. Mysteries and curses

Chapter 4: mysteries and curses

Marco Marone

"I know, sir," she said robotically, as if I didn't notice her irony. I left the room and headed to my office. What she doesn't know is that I can identify a virgin, and this fat woman has never been touched by any man.

I must admit her body doesn't look too bad, but I feel no attraction. However, I signed that contract and gained my freedom. I'll go out as I please and have fun with other women, despite being stuck with her. Who knows, maybe I'll make an heir with some ordinary woman who can endure the curse. If a woman gets pregnant with me, she needs special care because she's human. Or maybe the baby transmits a curse to her, and they both die.

The so-called curse of the black soul: as the baby grows, the woman's skin darkens, and her veins start resembling roots drawing on her body. When the baby is born, life ceases to exist. The woman continues but is fated never to wake up.

In that situation, we would have to kill and end the suffering since she would be trapped in a deep nightmare that leaves her in a rage. Nobody knows what cursed dream this is, but it's worse than death.

On second thought, I'd let that little thing suffer; it would be quite interesting. But I don't know how anything would happen between us.

Anyway, I look for a check in the drawer and note an arbitrary amount for the Skill family. That's all they want, and the contract didn't specify the type of woman who should come. After all, the poor thing is just an object for procreation; she'll never be my partner.

I stayed in the office for about an hour and a half, as usual. I had to manage everything from here at home, but from tomorrow onwards, I'll clear all this mess.

I walked through the corridor calmly until Yolanda left the strange creature's room, dragging her along. She timidly followed, wearing a short white silk dress that looked more like a nightgown. I believe her clothes haven't arrived yet. Her hair looked wet and finally combed and treated, giving her a more delicate, vain air.

As I walked down the corridor, she didn't even look at me, ignoring me blatantly and on purpose. Vulgar! But why do I care? For a moment, I see a new triggered aura; her scent became familiar after removing that perfume. It's as if I've smelled that scent at some point in my life. It's uncommon, but I can't identify what smell it could be.

I won't dwell on it; today is the day I finally leave this house.

Finally, I can take off the mask when I enter my room. I select the best pieces of clothing; today, I will have fun with some women. I don't need to worry about my facade wife.

Finally, I'm ready to leave, like a true magnate. There's a hotel not too far, the Diamond Palace, with a casino on the second floor where I can play with other important public figures and meet gold diggers who are there for a night and a few dollars.

The more I live in the human world, the more disgusted and fascinated I feel. Where I come from, we have a special period for procreation, but here humans use intimate contact as entertainment, making it even easier to find suitors to continue my species.

As soon as I left the mansion, the scorching sun overwhelmed my vision. It wasn't common to be so hot, and in the midst of that light, I saw someone in the garden sitting on one of the white wooden benches among the white rose bushes.

I can't believe Yolanda let her go out, especially dressed like that. She didn't see me, just enjoying the flowers and the scenery as I approached.

Her expression was peaceful, adorned with a genuinely delicate and sincere smile. The sun made her skin look like pearl, for a moment, I found her the most beautiful being to match this garden.

"Only if it's under the ground," I muttered, waking up from my ordinary thoughts with that somewhat chubby wife. Yolanda is doing this on purpose; I won't lie with this woman, but... I can play a little. After all, I am her husband's twin.

I got closer among the roses, observing her until she noticed me. It didn't take long for her eyes to find mine, and she blushed embarrassed, covering her neckline with her arms, looking at me cautiously.

"Sorry, I didn't know there was another man here," she stammered, but the only thing I noticed was her neckline more prominent being squeezed by her arm. Was she really trying to hide?

"Ah, miss, of course there is. Besides, there's an older man and a butler too. Aren't you dressed inappropriately?" I asked as I approached her. She turned her body to the side, trying to hide, as if that were possible. I saw Yolanda in the distance on the other side of the rose bushes, leaving once again, grumpy. "She should wait for me; we'll have plenty of time to talk. But now, I want to play with my wife. I bet you'd easily cheat on your new deformed husband."

"My clothes haven't arrived yet, and Yolanda said it's okay to come out and sunbathe."

"She's wrong. Next time, dress more appropriately," I ordered, looking at her from head to toe with her delicate feet on the grass. She briefly reminds me of a goddess... my head is miserably strange.

"Who are you?" she asked, confused.

"I'm your husband's brother; we're twins." As soon as I said that, she was bewildered.

"So that's what he looks like?"

"Yes."

"Poor thing, it must be terrible having to live like this now."

"He doesn't mind that much; you're married now, aren't you?"

"Yes," she confirmed timidly when I sat next to her. Then she turned away from me. When she turned back, I smelled a fragrance from her hair. When girls are virgins, I sense a different smell from them. It sounds ridiculous, but it's a very good scent, hard to describe, bringing a sweet sensation.

My eyes suddenly ran over her back, and I had the urge to wrap my arms around her body, a strange sensation that made me dizzy. What the hell is going on with me?

"Tell me, did he like you?"

"He hates me, just as I dislike him," she grumbled.

"I imagine it must be hard for him since he's all deformed, and even harder for you having to be with someone so impaired."

"I have no problems. For a moment, I thought we could at least be friends. I don't know; he doesn't like women who are more generous in body, so to speak," she commented with a hint of irony.

"Indeed, you're outside the norm. You should take better care of yourself and try to lose weight."

"I'm fine like this," she said, smiling gently.

"Indeed, having a rich husband to whom you'll be tied for life, with him being so ugly, doesn't make you want to change, does it? You carefree one!" I barked, annoyed,

but she didn't even care.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked, turning to look at me, and finally, I had the stunning sight of her breasts outlined against the thin fabric of the dress. "Holy crap, something must be really wrong..."

"Spit it out; I'm in a hurry," I ordered rigidly, keeping my eyes in the opposite direction, but her scent...

"I study; does marriage mean I have to stop?"

"You can. You can go wherever you want as long as you respect the marriage," I affirmed before getting up. I can't stand another second in front of this girl. What a strange situation. What the hell is happening to me? My chest is burning worse than a blazing fire to the point where my skin starts to sweat, and breathing becomes heavy. Such a strange reaction from my second soul.

As soon as I distanced myself from her, the symptoms faded. I don't know what it could be, but it's too real to ignore. First, I'll pay a visit to the hotel, invite some ladies to have fun. It's a bit different being with humans; they are weaker, but I like it. Afterward, I'll think about this.