The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Chapter 428: Men Are So Stupid

I was fairly young at that time, around 45 years old, but I had the appearance of a human teenager.

I had that appearance for millennia, in fact, and only started aging some more after the last Celestial War forced me to.

My face was still round with youth, my body still quite developing, but I looked well old enough to understand the implications of what I was hearing.

"Wait! Do not just say things you do not understand!" Mother blushed and held his mouth frantically, her hand pressing against his lips to silence him. "I never said she was cute and amazing, and the most adorable, and I love her very much!!"

"Uh, I... never said that too..." The man called Rhine squinted in mild exaggeration before paying me a glance again, his intoxicated gaze lingering on me for a moment too long. "Little miss... Are you Marina?"

I hated him instantly.

I hated the way he looked at me. I hated the way he spoke about me as if I were a piece of property.

I hated the way my mother smiled at him, the way she touched him, the way she seemed to forget that we were even in the room.

The man’s red, glistening eyes were gross: those crimson irises that seemed to sparkle with intoxication and desire, that looked at my mother with such obvious infatuation that it made my stomach turn.

His chiseled and handsome face made me the more angrier, the sharp lines of his jaw and the perfect symmetry of his features stirring a deep and bitter resentment within me that I could barely contain.

Every time I looked at him, I felt the heat of rage building behind my eyes, threatening to spill over into words I knew I should not say.

The more handsome the men, I felt, the more infatuated and involved mother would be with them.

It was a pattern I had observed over the years, a cycle that repeated itself with depressing regularity.

A handsome man would catch her eye, she would charm him with her wiles, he would fall under her spell, and then he would consume her time and her attention and her affection, leaving Deva and me to ourselves in the vast emptiness of our luxurious home.

They were... responsible for taking mother away from us. Every single one of them. And I hated them all for it.

SMACK

Mother gave Rhine a small knock on his head, her hand connecting with his skull in a gentle but firm tap that was more playful than punitive.

She was pouting and looking away, her lower lip jutting out in exaggerated offense, her emerald eyes cast to the side in a performance of wounded pride.

He rubbed the spot where she had struck him, his expression saddled with confusion but amusement.

"What was that for?" He asked her, his voice carrying a note of genuine bewilderment. His red eyes blinked slowly, still hazy from the wine, trying to process what had just happened.

"When you have me, I cannot believe you would eye my own daughter... in front of me, too..." She whined, her voice dripping with theatrical jealousy.

She turned her face away from him, her arms crossing beneath her chest, playing the part of the scorned lover with practiced ease.

And the next few disgusting moments were how Rhine tried to assuage her with kisses and romantic words.

He pressed his lips to her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, murmuring sweet nothings and apologies, promises of devotion, his hands roaming her body in a way that made me want to look away but I could not.

I watched, frozen, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, as she pretended to resist before melting into his embrace.

Rhine was the new young target mother had trapped with her womanly wiles; and he was too foolish to resist even a little.

He was like all the others; blinded by her beauty, seduced by her charm, wholly unaware that he was just another name on a long list of conquests.

He thought he was special, and that their connection was unique. He had no idea that he was following a script that had been written long before he ever entered the picture.

I knew the pattern: he would soon fall so deeply in love with her, he would want her all for himself, and that would mean literal war between other customers.

I had seen it happen before. I had witnessed the jealous rages, the public confrontations, the whispered threats and the broken hearts.

Men are so stupid.

It always ended the same way; with mother emerging victorious and her latest lover either discarded or kept at a distance until the next one came along.

However, I learned something then, besides I hated the look he gave me: Mother does not want her men to look at me.

It was a revelation that struck me like a thunderbolt, sudden and illuminating.

She seemed particular about the way men approached us before, but I could see it clearly in how she got jealous with Rhine’s glance at me.

The flash of possessiveness in her eyes, the way she had immediately took his attention back, the subtle shift in her posture that said "this lamb is mine."

Even at my young age, my body looked very mature.

The years had been kind to me in that regard, granting me a form that was far beyond my Amazon years.

My breasts were ripe and full enough to steal people’s husbands, my curves and shape were enough that I could lie to be mid twenties and get away with it.

It was a power that I had never fully understood until that moment, a weapon that I had never considered wielding.

Plus, I was in my nightly garments which were sheer, so only a woman would not become aroused by such a body.

The thin fabric did little to conceal what was beneath, and I knew that the sight of me in that state would be enough to turn any man’s head.