I Married Three Calamities (And Got A System For It)

Chapter 5: Chapter 5: I can swallow my screams

DING!

[You have received your First Quest!]

Mars focused on it immediately, lifting himself up to sit more comfortably on the couch.

He looked at Moon and said, "Can you give me a minute to gather myself, please? All of this is so overwhelming."

"Of course, sweetheart." She said with a sweet tone, then sat beside him, their bodies brushing against each other, causing Mars to panic slightly, "But I can sit here while you gather yourself, can’t I?"

Her scent flooded his nose, a mix of vanilla and something else he couldn’t quite place, but it was pleasing and soothing, just like her voice.

But Mars’s Gift was tied to emotions. And even though he could only vividly detect strong ones, his instincts weren’t to be underestimated.

And he could feel that Moon was dangerous.

’No surprise there. She’s called a Seed of Calamity, of course she would be.’

But he couldn’t let her control the conversation at every turn. If he wanted to survive here, Mars knew he needed to stop merely reacting to these women.

All these thoughts flashed rapidly through his mind before he nodded to her, offering his own small smile, "Of course you can."

Without paying any more attention to Moon, or even to Solaris and Willow, Mars turned his focus to his very first Quest.

[Quest: A Consort, Yes, But a Husband Nonetheless]

[Description: You are the husband, despite your rather unfortunate background. So you need a certain amount of authority within this household. Without it, you will fail your purpose, no questions asked.

Claim your authority by telling your wives it’s time to go to sleep. How you do it is entirely up to you.]

[Rewards: Poison Resistance (D Rank); Massage Talent (D Rank)]

[Failure: +2% for Moon and Willow, +5% for Solaris.]

[Current Progression of the Calamities:

Moon Skygazer: 22%

Willow Rose: 17%

Solaris Lightbringer: 24%]

Mars’s lips twitched at the Quest. He was supposed to tell three women who could beat him to death that it was bedtime?

Him, a plebeian, as Solaris loved so much to call him?

’I’m a lot of things, and my life has been pretty depressing so far, but I’m not suicidal, you know?’

Still, he knew he had no choice. Not doing it meant risking something he didn’t understand at all.

And Mars grew even more uneasy realizing their progression percentages were already past 20, save for Willow.

’I don’t know what happens if it climbs higher, and honestly, I’d rather not find out. A smart man doesn’t wait for the problem to happen before looking for the cure.’

But Mars didn’t consider himself smart.

Still, he wasted no more time.

He turned his head, looking at Moon beside him, who by then was scrolling through her latest iPhone, browsing pictures and videos on Instagram.

He shifted his attention to the other two.

Willow was still reading, while Solaris had somehow produced a makeup box and was applying something white and pink to her face.

’Screw it. Time to be a man, Mars! A man!’

"It’s been a very long day, or rather, night." He said suddenly, drawing all their attention, "What do you all think about getting some sleep, and starting fresh tomorrow? We could talk through all of this then."

Mars looked only at Moon now, smiling the same way she smiled, "What do you think, Miss Moon?"

Moon stayed quiet for only a couple of seconds before nodding, chuckling, "Of course, sweetheart. It’s already deep into the night. I’m starting to get sleepy."

She stood up and stretched. Mars’s eyes momentarily landed on her perfectly rounded figure, and his heart skipped a beat.

He immediately looked away, focusing on Willow and Solaris instead, heart still pounding.

"Will you two join us for the night?" Mars said to them, trying to act natural, "I wouldn’t feel right heading to bed and leaving you both here."

"Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m busy?" Solaris snapped.

"You’re already more than beautiful enough, Miss Solaris." Mars replied instantly, "Anything more, and it might count as attempted murder."

"Huh?" Solaris stammered, her pale face momentarily frozen.

"Oh?" Moon hummed with a giggle.

"..." Willow silently raised an eyebrow.

’Damn it, my flirting habit is catching up with me again.’

But the deed was done. Better to roll with it.

"Yes," he nodded confidently, "and it’s a proven fact that sleep is good for your skin. Enough sleep, that is."

Solaris said nothing, genuinely at a loss for words.

Mars used the opening to turn to Willow, "And you’ve been reading this whole time, Miss Willow. Your eyes must be tired, I’d guess. So? Will you join us?"

"Come on." Moon added, "Let’s sleep, shall we? I can tell you’re tired too. We were all woken up in the middle of the night for this, after all."

At her words, Willow didn’t argue. She simply stood, tucked her book away, and walked off, "No one enters my room." She said in her usual flat tone before leaving.

Solaris sighed loudly and followed, shooting a glare at both Mars and Moon, "Don’t think your sweet talk will win me over, plebeian!" She huffed and vanished down the corridor, "And no one enters my damn room either!"

Only Moon and Mars remained now, and he sighed in relief, having braced for something far worse.

’Easier than I expected. Though that’s mostly thanks to Moon.’

Moon turned toward him, chuckling, and closed the distance between them with a single step.

"Now that these two are gone, sweetheart, how about you tell me what you felt looking at my body just now?"

Mars’s eyes widened slightly, "I didn’t—!"

"You see," She cut in, reaching out to straighten his clothes, her eyes locked with his the entire time, "even if it’s a strange and unexpected wedding, it’s still a wedding. And the night is still young, still deep."

Mars’s heartbeat began to climb again, feeling her breasts press lightly against his chest.

He swallowed, sensing a heat rising slowly within him.

Moon leaned in to whisper, her voice like that of a born temptress.

"Want to do it?" She drawled, her lips nearly brushing his ear, "We have every right, as husband and wife. And don’t worry..."

Mars’s throat had gone bone dry, feeling her body press even closer.

"...I can swallow my screams, sweetheart."

’...Fuck me...’

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