Cuckold King

This half a million dollars was the inheritance left to me by my parents, and it was also the down payment I was planning to use to buy a bigger house. Now, it was all gone.

Greg's social media feed just updated with a photo of him collecting a car. It was a brand new BMW 5 Series.

The caption wrote: [Hard work pays off. Here's a big toy I'm rewarding myself with!]

His 'toy' was bought with my hard-earned money.

When I got home, Joanna was sitting on the couch applying a face mask. Seeing me back, she handed me a health examination report. "Noah, take a look for yourself."

I picked it up and looked at it. The report was fake. It said I had severe asthenospermia, and my chances of conceiving naturally were extremely low.

"The doctor said you'll basically never become a father."

Joanna looked disdainful, with deep contempt in her eyes. "No wonder we haven't had any luck in conceiving during our three-year marriage. Noah, are you even a man?"

I had just opened my mouth when my phone vibrated.

Greg had sent a message. I clicked on it to open a video. The background was the gym's locker room.

In the video, Joanna was kneeling on the ground, looking up. The scene was unbearable to look at.

Then, there was a text message.

Greg: [Your wife feels so nice, but you can't make her happy. I'll make the baby for you.]

Smash! I smashed the glass cup in my hand hard on the ground, and fragments flew everywhere.

[Warning! Warning! Impulsiveness during the mission will result in the system being unlinked and the host being eliminated!]

The system's red light blared again.

I gasped for breath, my chest heaving.

Joanna was startled, screaming, "Noah, what's wrong with you? You can't perform, yet you have the nerve to throw a tantrum? Clean up the floor! If you cut my foot, I won't spare you!"

I crouched down, picking up the glass shards one by one. The sharp edges cut my fingers, and blood dripped onto the floor. The pain brought me back to my senses.

That evening, Joanna brought Greg home. She called it her personal trainer's at-home fertility yoga sessions.

"Since you can't perform, I'll have to get my body in shape. Even if we do IVF, we need a good foundation," Joanna said matter-of-factly.

Yoga mats were laid out in the living room. The two of them did partner yoga in front of me, and their movements were extremely suggestive.

Joanna let out soft moans, completely ignoring me.

I was sitting on the couch next to them, watching this scene unfold.

[New Extreme-Level Mission: Hand them water, wipe their sweat, and compliment Greg's physique.]

[Mission Reward: $5 million in cash, Patience level +20.]

I stood up, poured two glasses of cold water, grabbed a towel, and walked over to them.

Greg was on top of Joanna. Seeing me approach, he whistled provocatively. "Oh, Hughes, you're so thoughtful."

I handed him the water and picked up a towel.

Greg deliberately brought his sweaty face closer. "Here, wipe me down."

I took the towel and gently wiped his face like a servant attending to his master.

"Mr. Adams, you have a great physique. I could never build muscles like that in my entire life," I said with a smile.

Greg patted his chest muscles proudly. "Of course. A man has to be tough, unlike a spineless wimp like you."

Joanna lay on the mat, her eyes alluring. "All right, ignore that loser. Greg, let's continue."

It was late, yet Greg showed no sign of leaving.

"Oh, it's too late. I'm too lazy to go back." He stretched and looked at Joanna.

Joanna immediately chimed in, "Then stay for the night. The guest room is empty, anyway."

She turned to me and ordered, "Noah, go make Greg's bed. Get that new silk comforter. Don't use your old one. It's dirty."

I turned around to enter the guest room and take out a new quilt from the cupboard.

As I made the bed, my hand reached under the pillow, where a pair of scissors lay.

I gripped the handle. The icy touch sent a chill through my body. Just one stab. Just one stab into that monster's neck…

[Patience level 99%... Almost full.]

[Please endure the final mission.]