Master of Lust

A palpable tension gripped the room, intensifying with each passing moment as Rick's words lingered in the charged atmosphere. Evelina's fingers, entwined around Rick's neck, seemed to tighten involuntarily, her burgeoning desire to throttle him escalating with every recollection of her grandmother's plight.

The onlookers, a motley crew of witnesses, observed the unfolding drama with a blend of trepidation and fascination. Jack, his countenance etched with disbelief, struggled to come to terms with the abrupt absence of his mother. Meanwhile, Martin sported a subtle smile, a glint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he savored the unfolding chaos.

Michelle and Martin's wife stood side by side, sharing knowing glances that conveyed gleeful satisfaction, their smiles betraying any pretense of concern for the dead, old Matriarch.

Geoffrey, ever the stoic observer, maintained his usual impassive demeanor, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed the unfolding drama without a hint of visible emotion.

The room, ensnared by the palpable tension surrounding Evelina and Rick's impending confrontation, was abruptly shattered by a voice that sliced through the dense atmosphere like a sharp blade, commanding attention.

"What is this stinking smell?" The feeble, bewildered voice reverberated through the room, catching everyone off guard.

Every gaze in the room swiveled toward the source of the unexpected voice, and a collective gasp escaped those present as the old matriarch of the house, Evelina's grandmother, slowly removed the oxygen mask. Blinking in confusion, she surveyed the assembled family, her frail form embodying unexpected resilience.

The room, previously frozen in shock, underwent a swift transformation into a tableau of disbelief. Doctors, nursing staff, Evelina, Rick, and the rest of the family stared at the old woman as if witnessing a miraculous apparition.

The matriarch, who had mysteriously returned from the brink of what everyone believed to be her demise, found herself in a room filled with a diverse array of expressions. Her gaze swept across the faces of those who had mourned her, their disbelief and astonishment mirrored in her own lingering confusion.

A subtle furrow adorned her brow as she absorbed the palpable bewilderment that enveloped her surroundings.

Evelina, who had maintained a tight grip on Rick's neck throughout this surreal turn of events, slowly released her hold. Her eyes widened in a kaleidoscope of emotions, ranging from disbelief to unbridled joy. The tears that had welled up in her eyes now teetered on the edge of cascading down, yet this time, they bore witness to the overwhelming relief and astonishment that pulsed through her.

"Is... Is that a ghost?" Michelle stammered, her voice carrying the weight of uncertainty as she sought answers amid the surreal atmosphere.

Ding!

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Quest: Don't forget to take revenge for what just happened. You cannot let anyone to just shit on you. Even if it is someone with a pussy.

Time Duration: 1 - Day

Reward: Depending on your performance. System will judge you.

]

[Don't try to go easy on the girl. Your taunts and actions will determine your reward.]

So, right in the middle of this crazy Christ-like comeback of the old Matriarch, Rick gets hit with a quest.

He was suppose to let go of Evelina, thinking that she is heart broken from her dear grandmother's demise, but now that the old witch is alive, and the system had given his go, there was no need to hold back.

After the initial shock subsided, Evelina, overwhelmed with joy and relief, made a move to head towards her grandmother, eager to embrace her tight and assure herself that the old lady was indeed alive.

Evelina, determined to approach the resurrected matriarch, found her path abruptly blocked as Geoffrey swiftly intervened. With a calculated urgency, he deftly pushed Evelina aside, positioning himself protectively by the matriarch's side. His voice rang out in a tone that carried a formal air, adding an unexpected layer to the already charged atmosphere.

"Matriarch," Geoffrey called out, his words laced with a measured formality that echoed through the room.

Despite her weakened state, the matriarch displayed resilience, her eyes locking onto Geoffrey's with a mixture of fatigue and appreciation. A faint smile played on her lips as she acknowledged his presence. "Since when did you become so formal with me, Geoffrey?" she inquired, her words carrying a touch of humor.

"Mary," Geoffrey affectionately called her by her name, a hint of warmth infusing his voice.

Evelina, positioned on the sidelines, couldn't help but frown at the unexpected display of loyalty from Geoffrey. His sudden protective stance and familiar address to the matriarch stirred a sense of unease within her.

Maintaining his usual composed exterior, Geoffrey seamlessly continued the conversation with the matriarch, skillfully diverting her attention. It was a subtle maneuver, a strategic attempt to keep Evelina at bay, preventing her from approaching and potentially unraveling the truth that lay beneath the surface.

However, Evelina, sharp and perceptive, saw through the charade. She discerned the calculated nature of Geoffrey's actions, realizing that he was employing this moment to ensure she didn't have the opportunity to speak with her grandmother. He did not want Evelina telling the Matriarch about his supposed double-crossing.

As Geoffrey and Mary engaged in what seemed like a casual conversation, the dynamics in the room shifted dramatically. While the two conversed with a familiarity that hinted at a deeper connection, an undercurrent of mourning and realization began to permeate the atmosphere.

The family members, Jack, Martin, Michelle, and Martin's wife, found themselves grappling with a range of emotions as they witnessed the scene unfold.

They could not believe that their mother actually pulled it through, pouring cold water on their plans.

For Jack, the sight of Mary interacting so comfortably with Geoffrey triggered a complex mix of emotions. Confusion, disbelief, and a growing sense of betrayal simmered beneath the surface. He felt his hands shaking as he thought about getting exposed for his involvement in his own mother's poisoning. He knew his mother, she would not let it slide, even if it was her son.

Desperate, he turned to look at his brother, who was the one that planted this idea in his head.

Martin, arguably the most conflicted soul in the room, wore an expression that betrayed a tumultuous mix of guilt and anxiety. The revelation unfolded, exposing a sinister plot he had meticulously orchestrated, bringing him agonizingly close to the realization of his twisted goal.

In the shadows, he had maneuvered his brother into poisoning their own mother, laid out meticulous plans to dispose of his sibling, and sinisterly contemplated the fate of his unsuspecting niece. The pieces of his malevolent puzzle were falling into place with alarming precision.

The taste of impending success lingered tantalizingly on the tip of Martin's tongue, the culmination of a sinister plan he had been carefully nurturing.

However, just as he was poised to savor the fruits of his meticulously crafted scheme, an unforeseen interference, in the form of an unexpected stranger, emerged and mercilessly incinerated the metaphorical tree he had been cultivating with malicious intent.

Now, faced with the smoldering ruins of his designs, Martin found himself cornered, left with no recourse but to pivot swiftly and shift the blame onto his unwitting brother. The heat of accusations regarding the poisoning of their mother loomed ominously.

On the flip side, Michelle and Martin's wife found themselves involuntarily clasping each other's sweaty palms, the tangible tension between their hands betraying an unspoken connection. No one could guess what was going in through their minds, but the shock and horror with which they looked at each other was enough to answer many questions.

Meanwhile seventeen walked towards and somehow he had gotten a warm towel in all this chaos and was waiting on Rick while he massaged his swollen neck.

Rick watched Seventeen quietly standing beside him as he did not care about the commotion around him. As Rick watched Seventeen stand there nonchalant, Rick thought that Seventeen was still not ready enough. He couldn't be singly focused on one thing while ignoring the rest? That was unbecoming of a butler.

A butler must have four eyes, looking at everything, observing everyone.

The room, now filled with a facade of celebration and joy, witnessed a gathering around the old matriarch. The air buzzed with feigned tears, artificial wishes, laughter that echoed with a forced cheerfulness, and a semblance of relief that seemed more like a performance than genuine emotion.

The authenticity of the moment had been overshadowed by the tangled web of conflicting motives and unspoken truths.

Rick, observing the charade unfold, couldn't escape the sense of dissonance in the room. The joyous reunion felt staged, each smile and expression veiled by a layer of uncertainty and hidden agendas.

As the matriarch happily chatted with everyone, Rick's attention was diverted by the familiar chime of the system.

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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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