An Awakener with the Gamer Class

"Not bad," Rebecca said after a while, glancing at Enzo and naturally catching him off guard.

Then she extended her left hand toward him.

"Now this one. Sit beside me," she ordered.

Enzo took a deep breath.

Since that was what she wanted, he could only sit down.

"Lady, do you have any lubricant?" he asked.

Massaging someone’s shoulders could be done with nothing more than finger pressure, but hands were different. They required both pressure and friction. Without something to make the skin slippery, it would be difficult.

"Use this."

Rebecca pulled out a plastic bottle containing body lotion.

It was, of course, something commonly used for massages.

Enzo squeezed some of the lotion onto his right palm while his left hand gently took Rebecca’s left hand.

Light and slender.

That was his first impression.

Rebecca had already stopped looking at him and returned to her book. She could still flip through the pages with her free hand.

Enzo began gently spreading the lotion across her palm.

Without realizing it, he first stroked her hand to spread the lotion evenly before starting the massage.

Rebecca obviously didn’t think anything strange of it. Afterward, Enzo began massaging her hand.

He was still wondering whether the woman would eventually ask him to massage her legs.

Perhaps it depended on how well he massaged her hands.

From this angle, he could clearly see the left side of Rebecca’s face since her tied-up red hair wasn’t blocking it at all.

She was in her thirties, and Enzo could only describe her face as perfectly sculpted, with a sharp chin and a high, elegant nose.

She was breathtaking, especially now that she had reached full maturity.

When she was younger, she had probably been no less beautiful than Bella or Emma.

No matter how hard Enzo tried to suppress his wandering thoughts, his eyes still unconsciously returned to her face again and again.

Fortunately, the woman seemed too focused on reading and regarded his staring as nothing more than an unavoidable occurrence.

Ten minutes later, she finally looked at him again.

"Now the right one."

"Yes..."

Enzo answered quietly, stood up, and moved to her right side.

He felt that this punishment was quite torturous.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t complain.

Rebecca moved the book into her left hand and casually handed her right hand to Enzo.

However, only a short while after he began massaging her right hand, she placed the book on the table and looked at Enzo, who happened to be staring at the right side of her face.

Enzo panicked.

"Are you not satisfied with looking at my face?"

The woman’s words instantly turned Enzo’s rapidly beating heart into something that almost stopped completely.

Even his blood seemed to slow down.

She had noticed.

"I..."

Enzo didn’t know what to say.

Yet his mouth instinctively began speaking because some part of his mind told him that failing to explain himself would only cause trouble.

Still, so far, the woman didn’t seem angry. It was almost as if she had simply made a casual remark.

"I am beautiful, aren’t I?" the woman asked again.

Enzo froze.

What kind of question was that?

Rebecca, this cold and ferocious woman, could actually ask something like this?

"You are very beautiful."

Enzo didn’t know what made him say it.

He simply felt a powerful urge to answer honestly.

Perhaps the wine he had drunk last night had something to do with it. Its effects had seemingly faded, only to return at this moment, because his mind was suddenly filled with a strange sense of excitement that made it difficult to control his thoughts.

"So you already know what a beautiful woman is? Not just women your own age, but older women too?"

Hearing that, Enzo wanted to cry.

Of course he knew.

Did she think he was still a child?

"Well, since you already know what a beautiful woman is, and you’ve grown stronger, I’ll tell you a secret," the woman continued.

"A secret?"

The moment he heard that, Enzo’s mind immediately became clear.

What secret?

Since it came from Rebecca, it should have something to do with his father.

"First, don’t stop massaging."

Rebecca glanced at their hands.

Enzo had indeed stopped massaging but was still holding her hand.

He awkwardly resumed the massage.

He would do anything as long as he could hear the secret.

"The two of us have a formal engagement arranged by your father."

Enzo fell silent.

What kind of ridiculous thing was this?

How?

How was this possible?

He was engaged to Rebecca?

A powerful woman who might be twelve years older than him?

Her niece was even in the same generation as him.

But what about Rebecca herself?

Had she agreed to it?

If it was a formal engagement, then she probably had.

"I-Is this real?"

"It’s real... Why? Don’t tell me you object?"

Rebecca furrowed her brows.

Enzo wanted to smack his forehead.

He should have been the one asking that question. Why had the situation suddenly been reversed?

"Lady Morgan, you agreed to this? You really agreed to a young man like me?" He couldn’t help asking.

"Oh? Do you think I’m too old for you?"

Enzo fell silent.

"No, of course not. It’s just... this is really shocking."

"Anyone above Level 31 can live for up to five hundred years as long as they aren’t killed. A ten-year age difference is no different from ten months. If someone reaches that level before the age of thirty, their appearance will stop aging once they reach the appearance of a thirty-year-old. I won’t age anymore for the next several hundred years. As someone who is already Level 54, I can live for up to two thousand years," Rebecca explained.

"The problem is you. If you don’t become an Awakener, or if you’re only a weak one, this engagement can never happen because it’s simply impossible. My Dragon-Human Body isn’t something a weak man can withstand. Even now, my body alone would crush you. You need to reach at least Level 41 to withstand it. Considering how quickly you’ve been developing, Level 41 should be within your reach."

Rebecca’s explanation surprised Enzo.

Yet he still couldn’t understand how this woman had agreed to the engagement.

When he asked, she had instead angrily questioned whether she was too old for him.

As though the very thought had insulted her.

"What are you thinking about?" The thoughtful expression on his face made the woman ask.

"Nothing." Enzo shook his head.

"You’re thinking about something." She clearly didn’t believe him.

"I’m just surprised by the truth. Of course, I’d be very happy if you were my fiancée. It’s a huge advantage for me, and honestly, it should be unfair to you."

Enzo changed his approach.

Perhaps this way, he could get an answer.

"Why would it be unfair? I agreed to it because I wanted to."

Rebecca’s brows furrowed as though his question genuinely annoyed her.

Enzo stared at her strangely.

Could this really be her feelings toward him?

After all, this engagement hadn’t been arranged recently. It had been arranged while his father was still alive.

That meant Rebecca had already liked him back then.

Logically, it didn’t make much sense.

Yet Rebecca’s reaction suggested that it was the truth.

She had actually become angry at the suggestion that she was too old for Enzo.

Unless her taste in men was simply like this.

Her standards were different from other women.

A younger man was fine.

A weaker man was fine.

None of those things prevented her from liking someone.

"That’s enough for now."

Rebecca finally pulled her right hand away from Enzo.

"Why am I being punished if I’m your fiancé?" Enzo couldn’t help asking.

"You dare ask that? I haven’t even told you anything yet, and you were already bold enough to enter a woman’s house without permission. Washing the dishes and massaging me are merely light punishments. If it weren’t for our engagement, do you think I wouldn’t have crippled you for life?"

Enzo fell silent.

He finally realized that Rebecca was a ruthless woman who wouldn’t hesitate to beat up even her own niece.

Even though she had once been his father’s subordinate, she probably wouldn’t hesitate to beat him up either if he truly angered her.

But they were engaged, so she clearly wasn’t actually angry with him.

Since both of them had agreed to it, the engagement was now official.

That meant they were a couple.

He was actually in a relationship with Rebecca.

It felt completely surreal.

Did he agree to it?

Maybe if he said no, Rebecca would go berserk.

Of course, he wholeheartedly agreed.

This was simply too good to be true.

Beautiful, powerful, and talented.

A woman like Rebecca was exactly what every man could dream of.

But this also meant he now had two girlfriends, on top of his forbidden relationship with his cousin Bella.

Without realizing it, he had somehow ended up with a harem, even though his actual goal was still Charlotte, whom he considered his ideal and perfect partner.

Having a harem had never been his dream.

Yet somehow, he had acquired one anyway.

Only now did he realize just how talented he was when it came to women.

No.

It was more accurate to say he was simply lucky.

And his luck was so absurd that it almost seemed unreal.

"Are you still not satisfied with looking at my face?" Rebecca asked with a frown.

"There is no such thing as being satisfied when it comes to looking at a beautiful face like yours," Enzo replied, suddenly finding a tremendous amount of courage.

His courage didn’t stop there.

One of his hands took Rebecca’s hand while the other landed on her thigh.

It was an impulse he could no longer suppress.

Rebecca was slightly startled by his action.

Enzo was ready for her to suddenly become angry.

But she didn’t.

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