While the women of Anuvi were trying to gather the heart to submit to a man that they barely knew, if at all, but since Zephyr had only been around a single day, and already their god had whispered in their ears, they couldn't simply ignore him or the chance to purify their tainted blood. To think their men were tainted forever, and any children from them would only worsen the disease, was a tough pill to swallow.

Some wished to talk to their husbands, their betrothed, and even their sons and daughters. The men had to be given the impression that the resulting children from tonight were theirs, and that lie had to align perfectly throughout their settlement. The sons were to be urged to find their lovers in private and the daughters to do the same, but with a child already being nurtured in their bellies.

Had it been just that, perhaps the lie would've held. Yet the strange decree from their god to never touch the men of their clan intimately had made things quite difficult. Even so, under the guidance of the elders, the women were told of ways to poison their men. Not with a lethal toxin but an incapacitating drug that made one hallucinate.

One morning of waking in their arms while pretending to have had a rough night of lovemaking when in reality nothing truly happened, and their lies would gain more credibility, and that was exactly what the women were banking on at the moment. Despite their unity in this recourse, however, there were doubts and uncertainty. Only the night could tell what happens in the end, and for now, all they could do was wait and prepare themselves.

While such discussions took place amongst the clan's women, Rudy was still eyeing the key held by his mother. He'd seen it inside her purse, the very same that was set beside her as Freya sat by herself by a mud house. Eating a piece of jerky, her boredom apparent, she was staring into the distance like a mindless zombie.

Her trance broken by a familiar figure walking past her line of sight, she snapped out of her mind abruptly, and upon looking up, noticed Charlotte heading for the tent with Custer inside. Chewing on the tough jerky while her mind still hadn't caught up with what she saw, Freya looked away from the tent and noticed Rudy looking at her. Before being able to question it, she let out a gasp.

'Shit… Why is she going in there?!' The jerky fell out of her hand, and she quickly spit the rest of it out. Swallowing with racing breath, she almost choked on her own spit but struggled through the tightness in her chest. 'Damn it! I need to–'

In the time it took for her to grasp it all, Charlotte was already heading out of the tent with a constricted look on her face. Uncertain about what had happened, the mother wasted no time in making her way to the tent as well. Seeing how she'd left her purse by the tree stump on which she'd been sitting, Rudy decided to steal the key, as there couldn't have been a better moment.

In a rush, he ran towards her handbag, desperate to get his hands on it. His attempt, much like his mother's and Charlotte's, was quickly thwarted as Freya walked out of the tent after just a few seconds of having entered it. The very first place where she laid her eyes upon coming out was where she'd been sitting, and noticing Rudy trying to get his hand on her bag, charged her towards him.

"What are you doing?!" She exclaimed, still only walking back to her spot.

Flinching at her voice, the hero froze on the spot and only moved once Freya's shadow was cast over him. Standing firm with her hands commandingly resting on her hips, the stern mother gave him a glare–knowing full well what he was trying to do.

"I said no! It's not even been a week, I can't let you have it!" Though her heart was run through with a zap of guilt, Freya knew that, unlike her, Rudy would end up making a mistake that he could not reverse if he were allowed to indulge his desperate needs. "That aunt of yours and your sister–don't think I don't notice the way they act around you, especially that skimpy fox, parading herself practically naked…"

Eyeing her surroundings, Freya kept her voice hushed as Rudy slowly lifted himself from the leaning position. As his mother's gaze returned to him, he felt a maelstrom of emotions raging within him. On one hand, he knew that something was going on between Freya and Custer, but on the other, if Audrey was lying just to get with him and the lewd list was wrong, then he didn't want to accuse his own mother of being a whore to a young man's cock.

'I need that fucking proof!!' Squeezing his fingers as Freya kept complaining, Rudy lowered his head and just silently allowed her to reprimand him. After just a while, she was done. Not only because her throat had gone dry, but also because she couldn't help but feel guilty for doing what she'd done and then yelling at her son for something similar.

Feeling like an awful mother, Freya internally cringed at herself before grabbing her bag and walking away from her son.

"Just… One month, okay? I'll let you have it after that." Although her words were meant to be comforting, watching her walk away with the bag, the only thing Rudy could think about was how he was missing a chance to lose his virginity.

Audrey was still waiting for him in the forest, and that thought had been swirling in his head throughout Freya's complaining. So much so that the part about Charlotte hadn't even registered in his mind. If it had, perhaps he would've had an easier time having his aunt swipe the keys from Freya, and given her desperation to get laid, there was a chance that Rudy could have a secret relationship with a milf instead of a girl his age.

Too blinded by his lust and too distracted by thoughts of Audrey's body, which he'd only started to find alluring, the hero missed one of the many chances to have sex that day. And now, only one more chance during the night remained.

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