“Aaaaaash!”“Ugh…”Ryan heard them clearly. His wife, Violet, and an unknown man he has yet to meet doing something unspeakable.They were fuc–He banged his head to the bedroom door, right when he heard them giving in to pleasure. Breath ragged, Ryan tried to control himself. He couldn’t do anything, despite the fury that told him to just bust the door and claim Violet for his own.He couldn’t, no mater how much he begged in the darkness of his own bedroom. Violet viewed him as nothing but a slave, and not as her husband.Ryan decided to cool down and try to forget what he just heard happened behind his wife’s closed door. Walking to the back side of the Crowne residence, he soon found the simple door of his bedroom. It was supposed to be the housekeepers’ room, but since he married Violet, the Crownes fired all of their employees.Laying on the bed, he smashed his face to the thin pillow and screamed. He poured all of his fiery rage there, where no one would hear his misery and woul

[Do you allow TEETS to help you achieve your goal?] Surrendering completely to whatever this insanity was, Ryan nodded. 'Yes.' Peeep! [Congratulations!] [Now, you have become TEETS's Host.] [TEETS will automatically disconnect when Host's goal is achieved.] Ryan almost jumps in surprise, hearing a mechanical voice in his head. He figured it happened because he finally became TEETS' Host. Even so, the floating white letters framed by golden lines were still present, albeit to summarize what TEETS was saying in his head. 'What the fuck had just happened?' Another thing he noticed was that the pain from Ashton's hits and kicks was gone completely. Ryan didn't even feel a thing. He was fine, as if he wasn't knocking on Death's door. [As a congratulatory gift, TEETS will give you a list of random abilities you may choose from.] [Please select three abilities wisely.] [Clear Water Lvl 1: Allow Host to detect a small dosage of drug or poison in a drink.] [Little Sky Lvl 1: Allow

Robert Crowne’s sixtieth birthday party was bigger than Ryan expected.The party matched his father-in-law’s liking. A red carpet with plenty of entertainment and business journalists. Big convention hall of a five-star hotel. And live music performed by Skittles – an old-school acoustic band that flew straight from Finland.To be honest, Ryan was quite surprised that he was invited to be here in the first place. He was forbidden to attend all of the Crowne family’s birthday parties since he married Violet two years ago.But he was here now. Dressed in Jared’s discarded suit pants that he saved from the trash and a second-hand white shirt he got for 2 dollars in the market. And for the leather shoes, he was lucky that the family’s previous driver had left them there. Ryan looked like a rug compared to all the nicely-dressed businessmen and beautiful entertainment figures, some of whom he spotted as Violet’s cast mates.Ryan never attends any party. So, after he slipped through the bac

Before dawn break, the Crowne's resident was as silent as the previous night. Not a single soul had risen from their sleep due to the hangover and exhaustion from last night's birthday party.But then, the calmness and silence of early morning air were heavily disturbed by a helicopter attempting to land in the front yard. Aside from a silver Porsche and red Ferrari owned by Robert and Violet, the parking space was relatively empty."What's..?" Robert was the first one to wake up. The officially sixty-year-old man groggily stood up and shook his wife as he heard the copter's loud sound. "Wake up. I think Jared come home.""Hmm…" but Marissa merely shifted to her left, her back facing him. But, five seconds later, she gasped and got up, her face lit up like Christmas lights. "Jared's here?""There's a copter outside, who else could it be? Maybe he feels bad for not coming to my party last night!"With that in mind, they scurried out of their

Ryan’s in-laws were still in shock after what happened in the restaurant. They stayed silent on the way home, sending side-eyes and mean glares to Ryan, who drove.Finally, when they arrived home and plopped themselves in the family room, his mother-in-law said something. “Make us some hot cups of tea,” Marissa ordered, “Your magical lies disgust me.”Sighing, Ryan went to the kitchen. It didn’t take long for the waiter to boil, and the teas were made. He brought a tray and went back to his in-laws. Usually, he’d kneel and serve the tea on the table, not making eye contact with them.However, after their disbelieving and condescending comments, he didn’t have the energy to act so humbly. He just placed the tray on the table and went to leave them.But his in-laws stopped him.“Don’t get cocky just because you bought a restaurant,” Marissa said without preamble, a deep scowl on her fa