The Virtuous Wife Lete Succumbs To Lascivious Venomous Fangs And Exposes Her Fallen True Self - Chapter 1
In a land of sword and sorcery, in a certain region of a certain world.
There was a quiet town called Barina, surrounded by forest.
It was moderately large, surrounded by high walls, and since one of the main roads passed through, there was a lot of traffic. Farmers from nearby brought crops, and hunters came to sell game, so goods were plentiful.
Though it was a prosperous town, that very fact also drew ruffians.
Therefore, the town hired extra soldiers for security, entrusting them with everything from small disturbances to, at times, large-scale manhunts.
That morning.
From a small house in a corner of the lower town, one of the soldiers was about to head to work.
He was a rugged-faced, middle-aged man who looked intimidating and seemed used to rough work, with his leather armor showing its years of use.
His wife stood at the door, seeing him off as he left the house.
“Take care. Come back safe.”
Her voice was calm, gentle-sounding.
Compared to the middle-aged soldier, his wife was quite young. Around twenty, or perhaps just a little past that.
Long black hair, narrow almond-shaped eyes with black pupils. On her gentle-looking face, which still held a trace of innocence, a soft smile floated.
Far from flashy, and not someone you’d call a world-class beauty… but she was a modest, graceful, and beautiful woman. The kind who might not stand out, yet gave off a gentle air that would put anyone at ease.
The clothes she wore were also modest, plain woman’s outfit, and perhaps because she was in the middle of housework, she had an apron on.
“Yeah.”
With just that one word, the soldier left the house without so much as a glance at his wife.
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The wife finishes washing the dishes and begins cleaning the house.
Truly an ordinary daily life… a scene of peaceful, passing days.
But that day alone was not the same.
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The wife, broom in hand, was suddenly grabbed from behind.
Suddenly and silently a man’s strong muscular arm wrapped around her neck, and a cloth was pressed to her mouth, with rough force from behind.
In her own home, with absolutely no warning.
Her eyes went wide in panic, and she let out a faint, tiny scream, but it was absorbed by the cloth and reached no one’s ears.
She heard a man’s whisper in her ear from behind.
“Lukin Lete. Stay silent and follow my orders. I have a knife. If you resist, I will kill you.”
The wife, Lete, was first shocked that her full name was known, and then gave up resisting, letting all strength leave her body.
The man, holding Lete from behind, leads her into another room. It is the couple’s bedroom.
Lete was roughly thrown onto the bed.
Falling onto the futon, she hurriedly turned onto her back and was finally able to see the intruder.
It was a man dressed like a hunter. He looked to be around thirty. His eyes were sharp, and a scar marked his cheek, he didn’t look like a respectable man.
In his hand was a small sword, probably drawn after pushing Lete down. He thrusted its tip toward Lete so she could see it clearly.
“Take off your clothes. All of them.”
“If it’s money you want, I don’t have much…”
“I said take it off. If you don’t obey, I’ll kill you.”
Brushing aside Lete’s pitiful plea, the man brandishes his blade.
Accepting her fate, Lete began to take off her clothes.
The apron, the blouse, the skirt… her hands paused when she reached her underwear and socks.
“Hurry up.”
The man said in a gruff, menacing voice.
Trembling, Lete took off her socks. Then, with her face flushed in shame, she finally removed her bra.
Two large bulges spilled out.
They swayed heavily, yet the youthful skin remained taut and firm.
Finally, with reluctance, she carefully stripped off her last piece of underwear.
Her womanly bush was revealed.
There was a surprising amount of flesh on her hips and thighs, a volume that didn’t match her quiet-looking face.
Despite her modest appearance, Lete’s fully exposed naked body emitted a seductive charm men desired.
The man cleared his throat.
He reached out and attempting to push Lete down onto the bed.
What would come next… could be easily guessed. Lete pleaded pitifully in a faint voice.
“Please stop, I have a husband… I beg you.”
“Yeah, that’s right. That bastard Damir must be enjoying you every night.”
Filled with hatred, the man spoke her husband’s name.
“While I was badly wounded and desperately running away… that bastard got a beautiful wife and enjoyed himself every day. Fvck him. I won’t feel satisfied unless I make him feel like dying.”
Lete realized.
That the man held a grudge against her husband, Damir.
The blade was brandished once more.
“If his dear wife gets brutally killed, that’ll be hell for him. I don’t mind doing that. But, madam​… I’ve been deprived of women for a long time. Having his beloved wife taken by another man, that’d be hell for him too, either is fine by me.”
The man began to take off his clothes.
Quickly and skillfully, he switched the hand holding the short sword from left to right.
“I’m going to make you spit it all out, madam​. If you really hate being made my woman, scream whenever you want. I’ll definitely kill you before anyone comes. Remember, I don’t care either way as long as Damir tastes hell.”
The man stripped completely naked, holding only the sword, pushed the trembling Lete onto the couple’s bed.
Chapter length 2168 characters.