Master of Lust

Chapter - 119

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Quest: They don't seem that happy. Why don't you disrup... Interrupt their union?

Time Duration: 15 - minutes

Reward: 2 Lottery Spins

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"Ahemm..." The room, once filled with the strained echoes of forced celebration, fell into a hushed silence as Rick cleared his throat. All eyes turned towards him, and even the old matriarch, who had been engrossed in the scripted joy of the moment, directed her gaze at Rick.

With a sly smile playing on his lips, Rick took a few confident steps towards the old matriarch, parting the sea of artificial cheerfulness that surrounded her. The family members, initially taken aback by this unforeseen interruption, found themselves creating an unwitting pathway for Rick, their expressions oscillating between the realms of curiosity and a subtle undercurrent of apprehension.

As Rick closed the distance to the old matriarch, an irrepressible sense of delight enveloped him, like a performer relishing the spotlight on a grand stage. His movements, a careful blend of casual nonchalance and purposeful intent, spoke of a man who understood the power of presence.

Upon reaching the focal point of attention, he positioned himself squarely in front of the venerable lady, locking eyes with her and letting a mischievous twinkle dance in his gaze.

"Hey there, ma'am," Rick greeted with a whimsical flourish, tipping an imaginary hat as if he were a character from a bygone era. His voice, infused with a subtle note of playfulness, cut through the ambient tension. "I'm the gentleman who's here to collect a debt."

The old matriarch, momentarily caught off guard, responded with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. Her features, etched with years of wisdom, morphed into a quizzical expression as she regarded Rick. "Debt collector, you say? Well, aren't you a surprise," she replied, her tone regaining its formal composure, a marked shift from the unexpected banter that had permeated the atmosphere.

Rick, the smirk still playing on his lips, nodded with an exaggerated mock seriousness. "Oh, indeed, ma'am. Your account's overdue, and I'm here to settle the score."

A ripple of uncertain laughter traversed the family members, a collective response echoing the uncertain tides of amusement and confusion.

The old matriarch, her initial perplexity now replaced by a composed amusement, fixed Rick with an indulgent smile. "My dear, I'm afraid you must be mistaken. I don't recall having any outstanding debts." Her response, delivered with a blend of elegance and reassurance, resonated through the room.

Rick, savoring the absurdity of the unfolding moment, leaned in a bit closer, his voice now a conspiratorial whisper that added a layer of intrigue to the spectacle. "Oh, but ma'am, this isn't your typical debt. It is a debt of life," Rick played with his words, the theatricality of his tone heightening the enigma.

The old matriarch, after a measured moment of contemplation, couldn't contain a melodious laugh that seemed to dance through the air, her refined demeanor remaining steadfast. "A debt of life, you say? Well, you certainly have a unique way of approaching matters. But I assure you, dear, we don't owe any such depth."

Rick, thoroughly enjoying the banter, raised an eyebrow in a manner that suggested an appreciation for the verbal sparring. "Fair point, ma'am. But wouldn't you agree that sometimes we all need a reality check?" His words hung in the air, playfulness in his tone.

The room, still wrapped in the remnants of an unwarranted tension, bore witness to the weight of the unexpected conversation between Rick and the old matriarch. Sensing the need to diffuse the palpable unease that clung to the air like an invisible mist, Evelina took it upon herself to step into the spotlight.

"Grandmother," Evelina's voice cut through the lingering tension, a deliberate effort to redirect the focus. "This is Rick. He's the one who helped me out when things got tough. And he's the guy who brought the cure for my condition."

The old matriarch, her gaze transitioning from Geoffrey to Rick, wore a subtle surprise on her face. Her eyes traced the contours of Rick's features, attempting to reconcile the unexpected revelation with the ongoing familial drama.

In this moment of revelation, she regarded Geoffrey, who seemed to be avoiding her eyes, with a quizzical look, as if silently demanding an explanation for the layers of complexity that were unraveling before her.

As Geoffrey's attempt to evade her gaze became increasingly apparent, the old matriarch, displaying a resolute stoicism, fixed him with an unwavering stare. Her eyes held his for a prolonged moment, as if demanding answers from the depths of his conscience, before she redirected her attention to Rick.

"Thank you, Rick," the old matriarch uttered, her voice stripped of its usual playfulness and warmth. The air now carried an unexpected formality, and an underlying hint of something that bore a resemblance to anger.

Without turning towards Geoffrey, she continued, her words cutting through the charged atmosphere, "Make sure to appropriately reward the gentleman here," her reference to Rick delivered with a tone that suggested a command rather than a suggestion.

Geoffrey nodded in agreement, his expression remaining inscrutable. However, before Geoffrey could make a move, Rick, never one to shy away from a moment, injected a dose of levity into the scene.

"Hey, hold your horses there," Rick interjected with a grin, his tone light but firm. "I appreciate the sentiment, but let's not jump the gun. I didn't exactly come here for a reward."

The room, now fixated on the unfolding exchange, held its collective breath as Rick and the old matriarch engaged in a subtle power play, each maneuvering with a calculated finesse that added an extra layer of intrigue to the familial drama.

The old matriarch, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly, regarded Rick with a raised eyebrow, a silent challenge echoing in her expression. "Oh, really? And what, may I ask, brings you to our little family gathering?" Her question hung in the air, a rhetorical prompt.

Undeterred by the tension thickening in the room, Rick leaned in with a conspiratorial smile that hinted at a secret dance of motives. "Well, ma'am, didn't I just say I had a debt to collect."

The old matriarch, her tone taking on a stern edge, countered Rick's assertion. "Young man, our family is not one to take anyone's debt."

Rick, maintaining his smirk, looked at the old matriarch with a mockingly exaggerated expression. "Well, maybe you have been asleep for far too long."

The old matriarch, now visibly irritated, began to assert herself once more, but Rick, the unabashed provocateur, interrupted her with a flair of audacity.

"But we won't talk about your debt for now. I am going to sit on your chest for a few more days enjoying your hospitality," Rick declared as he turned around to leave, his parting words delivered with a touch of whimsical menace. "Get well soon." With that, Rick sauntered away, leaving behind a room suspended in a peculiar blend of confusion.

And Rick walked out of the room, a nonchalant whistle escaping his lips as he strolled away.

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"Grandmother!" Evelina was the first to speak as soon as Rick walked out of the room. Eager to explain the situation, she took a step forward, but Mary, the old matriarch, halted her with a show of her hand.

"Geoffrey, ask everyone to leave," Mary spoke, her voice commanding, but she avoided meeting the gaze of her trusted butler.

"Mother!"

"Grandmother!"

Evelina and the rest of the family called out in unison just as they heard the old matriarch, only to be met with another decisive shutdown.

"Geoffrey!" Mary tried to assert, her voice still weak but carrying an undertone of authority.

With that word, a heavy silence descended upon the room. Dejected and with a myriad of thoughts weighing on their hearts, Evelina and the others, one by one, slowly walked out of the room, leaving behind an atmosphere tinged with unresolved tension and a sense of unspoken restraint.

After everyone had left and the room was finally emptied, Mary and Geoffrey remained as the sole occupants. With a deliberate step, Geoffrey moved towards the entrance of the room and closed the door, shutting out the prying eyes and curious ears of the rest of the household. Once the door was closed, he turned to face the room, standing at the entrance with an air of silent dedication.

"So, do you care to explain?" Mary asked, her frown deepening as she looked at Geoffrey. The pleasant smile that once graced her face had vanished, replaced by an expression of stern inquiry.

"Mary!" Geoffrey responded, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. His usual emotionless demeanor was gone, replaced by a mixture of relief and a subtle helplessness.

"I don't care about our union," Mary stated, her frown deepening as she observed the complex emotions playing on Geoffrey's face.

"Where the hell is the antidote?" she demanded, her tone cutting through the air with a sense of frustration.

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