CHAPTER 01

“Jim, isn’t it done yet?” Lola’s voice echoed in the hall. “I’m dying out of hunger here.”

“Almost done, ma’am,” a manly voice replied from the kitchen. “Just a minute.” It was Jim Drake cooking in the kitchen. With 185 cm tall, he was the tallest man in the house, but he was also the only man that did all the house chores. From cooking to cleaning, he did the job of a butler and a maid ever since he married Lola’s daughter. Because he did an exceptional job at it, no maid was hired to take care of the house.

Pretty soon, Jim brought two dishes specially made for his mother-in-law. One dish was made of leafy vegetables, and the other dish was meat-based.

Lola loved the taste of both the dishes so much she moaned while eating. “Mhm, what will I do without you, Jim? As usual, dishes cooked with your hands taste like heaven. I feel like licking the fork and spoon already. Good job.”

“Thanks, ma’am,” Jim was happy to receive praise from Lola and then waited until she finished the meal. “Uh, ma’am, about the restaurant…”

Lola’s expression changed, albeit only slightly. “I will buy you a restaurant sooner or later. Don’t worry.”

“Y-You’ve been saying that for the past year, ma’am,” Jim hesitantly said. Hesitancy in his voice didn’t match his tall and strong build at all.

“You’re working for us, for your own family, Jim,” Lola wiped her mouth clean with the white napkin. “Do you see this as a burden?”

“No, not at all,” Jim was quick to reply.

She glanced at the blue diamond ring on his finger, which had darkened somewhat. “You see that wedding ring as a burden?”

“O-Of course, not,” Jim replied without hesitation. “I love my wife.”

“Then why do you wish to own a restaurant?” Lola asked. “I know you want to let your dishes be tasted by everyone like your father did in his time, but focus on the family for the time being. You’ve been married to Rena for almost three years, and she hasn’t become pregnant yet. I don’t know whose fault it is, but sort it out already. Give me some grandkids, and then ask me about having your own restaurant. Got it?”

Jim frowned and lowered his head. “Yeah.”

After Lola left, Jim brought the dishes back to the kitchen. He felt an itching in his diamond ring. “I don’t know why, but this ring hurts at different times of the day.” He opened his mobile and checked a recent medical document which showed that his sperm count was still not up to the par.

“I’ve taken a strict diet using little millets, drumsticks, and other things to improve my sperm count, but it’s only improved by a little in the past two years,” Jim’s gut twisted at the thought that he might never be able to become a father. “I used to get morning wood a lot when I was fifteen. Even before marriage, I was fine, so what happened to my body afterward? Why did my sperm count go so low?”

All he had right now was questions with no answers.

“The time limit that Rena gave me will finish in a month,” Jim clenched his fists. “What if I’m not able to satisfy her in bed even after a month?” His fists kept shivering. “No, I can’t let that happen. I can’t lose Rena. I cannot.” He smashed his fist down and ended up breaking a bowl. “Ah, crap.”

“What’s that noise?” a young brunette just happened to arrive at the kitchen’s door. She was in her towel that was barely covering her ass.

“Shiney!” Jim looked away, blocking his eyes with his hand so he wouldn’t see her. “What are you doing here in your towel?”

“My clothes aren’t ironed, so I want you to iron them quickly,” she tossed her clothes in his face. “I’ll be waiting, so don’t take too long.” Saying that, she left.

“This girl…” Jim’s heart was still beating fast. “If she comes wearing a towel like that, how am I supposed to…” he paused and then looked down at his crotch. He touched it, but he felt no change. He didn’t know whether to feel good for not getting hard after watching his sister-in-law in a towel, or feel bad that there wasn’t the slightest response that could be felt in his pants. “I should buy more beans at the market this evening.”

He then ate boiled greens while ironing the clothes. Seeing him multitask, Shiney, who was on the first floor, got angry. “Jim, what are you doing! What if that food spills on my clothes?”

“Um, let’s check it out,” Jim almost flipped the bowl in the air and caught it safely. He then snickered, making Shiney even angrier.

Shiney put her hands on her towel and removed it so that she gave a free show of her body to Jim, dropping his jaw. The bowl in his hand fell on the clothes and spoiled.

“Hmph,” snorting loudly, Shiney went back into her room. Clearly, she didn’t care about her clothes anymore.

This time, Jim felt a little sensation in his crotch, and it made him squeeze at his crotch. “This isn’t right, Jim. You can’t get hard watching your sister-in-law’s body.” After sorting his feelings, he went upstairs, holding a coffee mug and a box full of pistachio biscuits as they were his wife’s favorite.

As he approached the door, he heard strange noises coming from inside. One voice belonged to his wife, but the other belonged to a man. “What the…” Jim immediately kicked the door open.