Coveting the Widower Next Door

A widower moved in next door.

He was so handsome I couldn't resist. Under cover of night, I climbed into his courtyard.

Before I could get my bearings, a group of guards had already seized me.

His eyes roiled like black ink as he looked at me and sneered.

"Even amnesia can't cure your lecherous habits, can it?"

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◎ He thought he'd fallen for the man's looks at first sight, but the man had been plotting this for a long time.

Note: Not written in first person! One-on-one, happy ending.

Screenshotted in January 2026.

Theme: Learn to cherish what you have