"Waiting for me? Don't make me laugh."
Ryan smirked at Emma's parting words and dismissed them entirely. With his enhanced physique, he thought, conserving energy for one woman? Ridiculous.
Riding her would be like taking a leisurely stroll. If time permitted, he'd show her what it meant to go all night.
Watching her leave, Ryan's mood lifted. Breakups were unpleasant, but there was something thrilling about a man's future wife willingly becoming his plaything.
She was a no-strings-attached lover who even covered her own expenses—no wonder people loved being the "other man." The thrill was intoxicating.
"That wasn't even a warm-up," he muttered, summoning Little Red Riding Hood from his portable space.
She blinked drowsily, disoriented.
"Where...where am I?"
Her wide eyes darted around the unfamiliar room—the glittering chandelier, the strange artifacts. Everything felt alien, as if she didn't belong.
"My home. Yours too, from now on."
Without ceremony, Ryan peeled off her freshly donned clothes.
"No, not again—"
Her protest was weak; her body was already betraying her. Just his scent made her knees buckle. Her feeble attempt to resist dissolved into helpless compliance. Soon, she was beneath him, flushed and pliant like a well-used doll.
"Gods, what kind of monster is he?" she thought drowsily. Worse than a werewolf.
By midnight, Little Red Riding Hood was a boneless heap. Ryan carried her to the bathtub, scrubbed her clean, and dressed her in new black lace lingerie with silk straps.
He turned her into a living doll before tucking her back into storage.{ T/N- I feel bad for her. LOL. 😐}
Emma had been mere foreplay. With his inhuman stamina, ordinary women couldn't handle him. He had to hold back, lest passion turn fatal.
Only Little Red Riding Hood, whose body had been magically enhanced by years of alchemical brews, could endure his full intensity and still emerge unscathed.
It was a pity she was so petite. Doll-like.
Ryan preferred full-figured, narrow-waisted women with curves. Their experience and enthusiasm surpassed that of younger girls. The wives, in particular, knew how to ride.
With Little Red Hood stowed away, Ryan opened a portal. One step, and he crossed into the world of fairy tales.
Here, time flowed differently. Night in the real world meant day here, which was perfect for balancing both lives. His enhanced stamina meant he never got tired. By day, he navigated the modern world, and by night, he explored this one.
Dual lives, doubly fulfilling.
Ryan changed into a medieval nobleman's attire. Modern clothes stood out too much. It was better to blend in.
Arriving at the town's bustling market, he frowned.
"I need a mount."
Horses were the only practical option here. Pickup trucks or motorcycles would get stuck in the mud within a few kilometers.
"Time to acquire a horse."
Failing that, a horse would suffice. 🐎
But medieval horses weren't cheap. Passing as a knight? Even harder. Proper knights required more than just a steed—they needed lances, swords, helmets, armor, squires, and attendants. All of these things were funded by land and serfs.
It's no wonder that knighthood equaled nobility. Without wealth, one couldn't even be a squire.
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