One day, a certain vigilante, acting on a whim, rescued a little pink-and-white spider.
He looked at the spider, which was only as big as his palm, and affectionately patted its head. "Poor little thing. Hurry along now."
He didn't know it wasn't really a spider.
It was a hybrid child born of an alien and a human.
Watching her savior walk away, she vowed in her heart: Mom said that when someone saves your life, you can only repay them by giving yourself to them!
A little heads-up:
This is a planned story, and it won't be written until after several other books.
The current tentative order is: children's story, revenge tale, then a wife who points and her husband takes aim.
(An earlier story may jump the queue.)
Theme: Love is like milk tea: add milk, then add sugar
