A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

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The morning arrived with a gentle glow, casting soft shadows across the room. Birds chirped outside, their melodies signaling the start of a new day.

As Rebecca stirred from her slumber, she was met with a sense of weariness that seemed to permeate every fiber of her being. Despite the restful night's sleep, she found herself plagued by a deep fatigue that lingered like a heavy fog, clouding her thoughts and weighing down her limbs.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Rebecca struggled to shake off the exhaustion that clung to her like a heavy cloak. Each movement felt sluggish and labored, as if she were wading through molasses instead of the crisp morning air.

With a sigh, she dragged herself out of bed, the weight of her weariness pressing down upon her shoulders like a burden too heavy to bear. And as she stumbled through the motions of her morning routine, she couldn't help but wonder what had drained her of her energy so completely, leaving her feeling so utterly depleted.

But rebecca knows. This must be because of the wedding last night, that making herself standing for too long to greet the people. Ugh, she was so exhausted.

After done getting ready in the morning, Rebecca's footsteps echoed softly against the stairs as she descended from her room, the morning light filtering through the windows and casting a warm glow over the hallway. She was still feeling the lingering effects of a restless night's sleep, her movements slow and sluggish as she made her way towards the kitchen.

Dressed in her favorite baggy shirt and shorts that disappeared beneath the loose fabric, Rebecca's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the day ahead. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep that clung stubbornly to her senses.

As she reached the kitchen, the smell of brewing coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft sounds of morning birdsong drifting in through the open window. But before Rebecca could fully take in her surroundings, a sudden sight caused her to freeze in shock.

With a loud scream, she stumbled backwards, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes widened in disbelief. "Ahhhh!!!!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing off the walls of the room.

Quickly, she closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to make sense of what she had just seen. The image was seared into her mind, a vivid snapshot that she couldn't erase no matter how hard she tried.

What she had seen was Freen, standing before her with her upper body bare, the morning sunlight casting a golden glow over her toned back. Rebecca's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment as she struggled to process the unexpected sight before her.

"What's wrong?" Freen's voice cut through the air, filled with concern as she approached Rebecca, her own confusion evident on her face.

Rebecca took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she opened her eyes to meet Freen's gaze. "You... you're not wearing a shirt," she stammered, her voice trembling with embarrassment. Her eyes went down towards freen's bare body that so toned. Yeah, just like she know, freen is not a real woman. And this proof it more.

Freen's upper body was toned like a man, her stomach shows its eight packs, her chest or breast is not shaping like a woman at all. Its more looking like a chest where a man is going to the gym hardly. A toned chest to be exact.

Coming to her sense, rebecca quickly close her eyes, tight, with her hands. Again. "Dont come to me! Wear your shirt!!!" Rebecca scream again, which makes freen stares to her deeply.

Freen's lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she glanced back at Rebecca, mischief dancing in her eyes. With a playful glint, she approached Rebecca, her steps confident and purposeful, until she stood directly in front of her.

Rebecca's heart pounded in her chest as she felt Freen's hand gently grasp her own, pulling it away from her face. "F-freen—- what are you doing!" she stammered, her voice betraying her flustered state.

Freen's smile widened as she chuckled softly, reveling in Rebecca's evident discomfort. "Teasing you," she replied, her tone teasing and light. "Come on, Becca. Didn't you like seeing this?" she teased further, her voice laced with playful amusement.

Rebecca's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment as she felt Freen's hand hover tantalizingly close to her stomach. With a quick motion, she pulled her hand away, her eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to block out the embarrassing image before her.

"F-freen, I swear I will kill you," Rebecca muttered, her voice filled with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation.

Freen's laughter rang out in the kitchen, the sound light and carefree as she reveled in Rebecca's reaction. "Oh, Becca, you're too easy," she teased, her tone affectionate as she reached out to gently ruffle Rebecca's hair.

Despite her embarrassment, Rebecca couldn't help but feel a small smile tug at the corners of her lips as she opened her eyes to meet Freen's gaze. And in that moment, as they stood together in the warm morning light, she couldn't help but feel a glimmer of warmth and affection towards the woman who had managed to bring a bit of laughter into her life, even in the midst of their chaotic circumstances.

"Wear your shirts before i fucking kick your stomach." Rebecca groaned, she was about to walk away but before she could, freen grasp for her hand, pulling her roughly making their bodies collide to each other as freen trapped her between her arms and the counter of the kitchen.

Rebecca gasped. Her heart was terribly beating, as she froze and stares to freen like freen is not her enemy. Freen smiling, she adores rebecca's face features slowly yet deeply. "Kick it. If you dare." Freen whispered, her voices was heavy and blowing onto rebecca's face, sending shivers down to her spine.

Rebecca glance to freen's body once again, before she gave a tint smirk and slowly landed her fingers against freen's jaw. One by one, she caressed it makes freen stunned, she could feel goosebumps all over her bodies, and she stares onto rebecca in disbelief with her widened eyes.

"Why? Shock? This is what you get." Rebecca whispers, bringing her mouth to freen's ears before with a swift moment, a hard yet sharp kick landed between freen's legs and that's when freen groaned, and holding her private part hardly with screams. "Ughhh!! Fuck!! Rebecca!!" She shout, and stepping backwards with her weak legs while rebecca laugh out loud and run away.

"Serve you right!!! Dont play with me Oldie!!" Rebecca shouts, running away while freen still groaning, until she fall down onto the floor, still holding the pain, which makes her face red, with the veins all over her neck, forehead and temples seem to popped out in pain. She was holding that so bad. "Fuck... if i can't give you a child this is your fault, rebecca." Freen mumbles, still groaning.

From this, we could see that this marriage will be full with disaster. The war, and the war. The hated between this newlyweds. Will this hate turn to a love?