Heavenly Harem Sect

202 Targetting A Married Woman [: Daniel POV :]

As I looked at the struggling woman, my primary goal remained clear, to recruit women and female children into the Heavenly Harem Sect.

However, before broaching the subject of recruitment, I wanted to help her out.

With a warm and reassuring smile, I said to the woman, "How about I buy all the vegetables you have in stock?''

As I looked into her eyes, I could see a hint of hesitation in her voice as she said, "But I don't wish to burden you to buy all of the stocks."

I couldn't resist the opportunity to flirt a little and flashed her a confident grin.

"I don't mind at all," I replied, my tone carrying a touch of playful charm.

"After all, I'm always eager to help out a pretty lady like you."

Her face lit up with a delightful mixture of surprise and pleasure as she absorbed the compliment.

Her response came with a flirtatious undertone, "Then, I'll gladly receive your kindness, but I should mention, I'm married," she chuckled, her laughter like music to my ears.

Maintaining my charming demeanour, I leaned in slightly closer, my voice carrying a hint of mischief, "I don't mind married women."

Her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she found me attractive, and she couldn't help but steal a discreet, appreciative glance.

The air between us seemed to crackle with a magnetic attraction.

As I took out 20 purple spiritual stones from my pouch, I noticed a visible change in the woman's demeanour.

Her eyes widened in shock, and her breath caught in her throat.

It was clear that she was utterly taken aback by the sight of the precious stones – a currency that could sustain her for years.

"I-I can't take it," she stammered, her voice trembling with disbelief and gratitude.

Her attempt to reject my offer was heartfelt, but I was determined to make this gesture even more memorable.

With a confident yet gentle push, I insisted, "Come on, it's a gift for a woman as beautiful as you."

As I handed her the purple spiritual stones, my flirtatious tone still hanging in the air, she hesitantly accepted them with trembling hands.

Her voice quivered as she spoke, "I... I can't believe this. These stones are so precious. Are you sure?"

I leaned in a little closer, a playful glint in my eye.

"Absolutely sure," I responded, my voice low and teasing. "Consider it a token of my appreciation for your beauty and charm."

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and her eyes met mine with a mix of astonishment and gratitude. "I don't know how to thank you," she whispered.

I flashed a charismatic smile, my tone lighthearted. "No need for thanks," I said.

As she held them in her palms, she couldn't help but gaze at me with a newfound look in her eyes.

It was a look of astonishment, gratitude, and perhaps even a hint of admiration.

She had never expected a cultivator to come to her aid, especially in a city facing a depletion of resources.

"Mr. Cultivator," she began, addressing me, but I couldn't resist the urge to bring a touch of intimacy to our exchange.

"Call me Daniel," I said with a friendly smile.

As she hesitated for a moment, her gaze seemed to linger on me, affected by my earlier kindness.

"Then... Daniel," she finally said, her voice making my name sound curiously intimate.

"Are you from around here?" she asked, her curiosity evident.

Leaning in slightly, I met her gaze, my eyes locking onto hers.

"No, I'm not," I replied, my voice carrying a hint of mystery. "I just arrived in this city today."

Her concern for my well-being was palpable as she couldn't help but worry for a stranger in a city facing resource shortages.

"Why would you come into this city? Don't you know that the city is suffering from a lack of resources?"

I maintained my enigmatic smile, choosing not to reveal my true intentions.

"Resources aren't something that I'm worried about," I explained, my response shrouded in secrecy. "Let's just say I'm here to explore the city."

Our conversation continued, the air between us thick with intrigue as I concealed my true motives behind a charming façade.

Intrigued by the woman named Lindsay, I couldn't resist the urge to draw her closer to our newfound connection.

With a subtle tilt of my head, I asked in a flirtatious tone, "Well then, pretty lady, what is your name?"

A delicate blush painted her cheeks as she responded, "My name's Lindsay."

I couldn't help but smile at the melodious sound of her name.

"Lindsay," I repeated, savouring the syllables.

"That's a truly beautiful name."

My voice softened as I spoke her name, and I couldn't deny the pleasure it brought me to see the excitement in her eyes, knowing that I, a cultivator, had called her by it.

As our eyes locked in a moment of shared anticipation, I leaned in a little closer, our connection growing more intimate with every passing second.

"Well, Lindsay," I continued, my tone carrying a hint of mischief, "won't you indulge me and spend some time with me, guiding me through this enchanting city?"

Lindsay hesitated, her inner conflict evident in her gaze.

I watched as her thoughts played out on her face.

"But," she began, her voice wavering as she wrestled with her thoughts. "I'm married..."

She was a married woman, and the idea of going out with another man felt complicated, even forbidden.

Yet, beneath it all, I could see the desire for adventure, the yearning for something beyond the ordinary, something that only a cultivator like me could offer.

As I reached out to touch her hand, our fingers brushed in a tantalizing connection.

I maintained my charming smile, my voice dripping with persuasion.

"I understand your concerns, Lindsay," I replied, my tone seductive and alluring.

"But, you don't have to tell your husband."

My words carried a hint of temptation, like a secret shared between us.

"And furthermore, we're not doing anything forbidden," I added smoothly, my eyes locking with hers.

"I'm just asking you to guide me, that's all."

I may have framed it as a simple request for guidance, but my true intention was simple.

I want to make her mine, to bring her into my fold as a disciple.

I was willing to play the game, to tease and tempt her until she couldn't resist any longer.

Lindsay hesitated for a moment, but her resolve began to waver under the weight of desire and the allure of the unknown.

With a gentle smile that masked her true feelings, she finally relented.

"Fine, I'll just guide you around," she said, her words a concession, though her heart held secret desires she was attempting to deny.

Our dance of seduction had only just begun, and I was determined to make Lindsay mine, both as a guide and a disciple, no matter the lies she told herself.

Hearing Lindsay's agreement, I couldn't help but feel a surge of delight.

"Thanks, Lindsay, I appreciate it," I said, my smile widening as I knew the charm of it had captured her heart.

Unbeknownst to her, she was grinning just as widely in return.

But then, Lindsay's expression shifted to one of sadness.

"But I'll be honest, Daniel," she began, "there's nothing to explore in the city because of the famine."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the city's troubles.

I leaned in closer, my voice soothing.

"Don't worry," I reassured her, my eyes locked onto hers.

"I just want to explore a little bit, nothing more and nothing less."

But I couldn't resist adding a touch of flirtation, unable to hide my feelings.

"Furthermore, spending my time in the city with you is already a charm in itself."

My words seemed to catch her off guard, and she exclaimed, "You!"

Her voice may have sounded a bit furious, but her expression told a different story – one of delight and happiness.

"You told me that I'm just your guide, so there'll be nothing more and nothing less," she said, her voice attempting to sound strict but failing as I could see her smile trembling.

It was clear that beneath her words, she was secretly hoping for something more, something extraordinary to happen as she guided me through the city.

And I had every intention of making sure our time together would be unforgettable.

I grinned in response to Lindsay's words, enjoying the playful back-and-forth between us.

"Yes, you're my guide, nothing more and nothing less,"

I repeated, my tone matching hers but with a hint of mischief, knowing that I had other plans for our day.

Lindsay maintained her facade, her voice stern as she echoed, "That's right."

Yet, her eyes betrayed her true feelings, shimmering with a hidden excitement that mirrored my own.

It was clear that our day together was destined to be anything but ordinary, and I couldn't wait to see how she would react.