A neatly uniformed female staff member approached Kevin. "Are you here for treatment, sir?""No. I just want to look around."The staff member smiled warmly. "Please, go ahead. But if you do have a complaint, Tabib Awi can heal anything. He has healed thousands of patients. One look and he immediately knows your illness. He is amazing."Kevin nodded without saying anything and chose to sit in the corner of the room, observing carefully.An elderly man beside him was chatting with a middle-aged woman. "I've come here three times," the man said. "The medicine is indeed very expensive, but what can I do. The doctors at the hospital have given up on my illness.""Me too," the woman nodded. "My child suggested it. Said many have recovered."Similar conversations could be heard from all corners of the room. Everyone here placed great trust in Tabib Awi. They enthusiastically recounted their experiences—about how the healer could name their illness without being told, about how his medicine

Kevin stepped out onto the sidewalk and breathed in the cool night air. The sounds of commotion from inside the fake healer's shop could still be faintly heard behind him. He slipped both hands into his jacket pockets and began walking away from the place.But he didn't realize that a pair of eyes had been watching him all along.Among the crowd of people who had been inside Tabib Awi's practice room, there was an old man sitting in the back corner with a young girl beside him. The old man was around seventy years old, his hair had turned completely white, but his body was still upright and his eyes were still sharp. His clothes were simple but made of very high-quality materials, a detail that only a trained eye could recognize. He was a tycoon whose wealth was among the largest in this city. His name was Halim.Halim had come to Tabib Awi's place tonight out of desperation. For years he had suffered from an illness that no doctor could cure. He had spent billions of rupiah seeking t

"I'm not sure..." Kevin hesitated, though the stirring beneath his waistband made his true feelings rather obvious.Leni stepped closer, her fingers finding the hem of his shirt. "I've been dead inside for three years. Tonight, you brought me back to life." She lifted his shirt over his head, her palms pressing flat against the warmth of his chest. "Let me feel alive. Please."Kevin's resistance crumbled. He had lived long enough to know when a gift was truly given—not out of obligation, but out of genuine desire.He pulled her close.In the dim bedroom, the scent of lavender from a cheap diffuser mixed with something far more intoxicating—the electricity building between them. Outside, the city hummed its midnight song. Inside, there was only the sound of their breathing.Their lips met.It started gentle—tentative, even. Leni kissed him like she was learning to trust her own body again, discovering that it could still feel pleasure after years of pain. Kevin kissed her back with the

After waking from their brief sleep wrapped in a spooning embrace, Leni felt her desire reignite. She turned her body to face Kevin, their eyes meeting in a gaze full of promise.With a teasing smile, Leni pushed Kevin to sit leaning against the headboard, then climbed onto his lap. This lotus position was perfect for them—both seated face to face, Leni's legs wrapped around Kevin's waist, while his arms held her back tightly. Their bodies pressed together completely, Leni's chest against Kevin's, her soft breasts rubbing against the firm muscles of the man.Union happened naturally as Leni lowered her hips, taking Kevin fully into a depth that made both of them draw long breaths. In this position, there were no wild movements; only the slow, synchronous swaying of hips, like a dance of two souls becoming one. Kevin gazed into Leni's eyes, seeing his own reflection there—a mirror of eternity now shared with a mortal woman.Leni wrapped her arms around Kevin's neck, pulling his face cl

"Why did you move? Did I do something wrong?" Cindy asked with an innocent face.Kevin didn't answer. He raised his hand into the air.The lecturer who was writing on the whiteboard turned around. "Yes, Kevin, is it? Do you have a question?""Excuse me, sir. I'd like to inform you that the student next to me keeps talking and disturbing my concentration. I can't focus on following your lesson."The entire room fell instantly silent. The students in the back rows who had been half-asleep were now fully awake. They all stared at Kevin and Cindy with wide eyes. Some of them whispered to each other with faces of disbelief.The lecturer looked toward Cindy. And in an instant, his previously stern expression changed into something different. Something resembling fear trying to be masked.Everyone on this campus knew who Cindy was. Halim's beloved granddaughter. The Halim family was one of the largest donors to this campus. The magnificent new library building was built with funds from the H