Lucky Son in Law

Chapter 5: Luck?

Lucas braced himself as the first man lunged at him, swinging a fist towards his face. Lucas ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding the blow. He could feel his Random Luck skill activating, giving him a split-second advantage.

He took the opportunity to strike back, landing a solid punch to the man's gut. The man grunted and stumbled back, but quickly regained his footing and charged at Lucas again.

Lucas tried to dodge, but this time the man's fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. He could feel blood trickling down his chin as he struggled to get back up.

The other men were closing in now, and Lucas knew he was in trouble. He could hear the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood as tables and chairs were knocked over in the chaos.

Lucas' Random Luck skill activated again, and he managed to dodge a kick aimed at his ribs. He retaliated with a swift kick of his own, catching one of the men in the knee and sending him crashing to the ground.

But the other men were relentless, and they quickly closed in on Lucas. He could feel blows raining down on him from all sides, and he knew he was taking a beating.

He could see blood splattering on the floor and walls, and he knew it was his own. He could feel his strength waning, but he refused to give up.

With a fierce roar, Lucas lunged at one of the men, tackling him to the ground. They rolled around on the floor, trading blows and struggling for dominance.

Lucas could feel his Random Luck skill activating again, giving him the edge he needed to gain the upper hand. He managed to pin the man down and deliver a series of brutal punches to his face.

But just as he was about to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked down to see a knife sticking out of his ribs. He could feel blood gushing from the wound, and he knew he was in trouble.

He tried to pull the knife out, but it was stuck fast. He could feel himself growing weaker by the second, and he knew he didn't have much time left.

With a final burst of strength, Lucas pushed himself to his feet and faced the remaining men. They were battered and bruised, but they were still standing.

Lucas could feel his Random Luck skill flickering in and out, but it wasn't enough. He took blow after blow, each one sending him staggering back.

He could feel himself slipping away, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. With one final effort, he swung a wild punch at one of the men, but it missed its mark.

The man retaliated with a vicious kick to Lucas' head, and everything went black.

Lucas woke up with a start, feeling a sharp pain in his head. He looked around and realized that he was tied up, his hands and feet bound with rough ropes. He could feel the blood rushing to his head as he struggled against his restraints.

"What the hell is going on?" Lucas shouted, trying to break free.

The five men who had attacked him earlier were standing around him, smirking. "We wanted to show you something exciting," one of them said.

Before Lucas could respond, he was hoisted up onto one of the men's shoulders and carried out of the inn. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears as he tried to figure out what was happening.

After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at a small house on the outskirts of town. Lucas recognized it as his own home, and his heart sank.

The men kicked open the door and carried Lucas inside. He could see his wife, Mona, standing in the middle of the room. She was wearing a low-cut dress that showed off her ample cleavage, and she had a wicked smile on her face.

"Welcome home, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Lucas felt a surge of anger and disgust. He had always known that Mona was evil, but he had never imagined that she would stoop this low.

One of the men carrying Lucas set him down on the floor and started to untie his restraints. Lucas tried to fight back, but he was still too weak from the beating he had taken earlier.

Mona stepped forward and started to undress. Lucas felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he realized what was happening.

"What are you doing?" he shouted, trying to cover his eyes.

"Lucas, you slapped me earlier. You don't know, all the men in the White Lotus sect already know me. I'm their walking pussy!"

"Bastard!" cursed Lucas at his wife Mona.

"I'm just giving you a little show, darling," Mona said, her voice dripping with malice. "After all, you've always been so curious about what I do when you're not around."

Lucas felt his blood boil as he watched one of the men start to lick Mona's pussy. He wanted to kill them all, to tear them limb from limb. But he knew that he was powerless.

This was a cultivation world, and only the strong could act freely. Lucas was weak, and he knew it. He could only watch in horror as Mona and the men continued their depraved display.

As the minutes ticked by, Lucas felt his anger and frustration build. He knew that he couldn't let this stand. He had to find a way to escape, to get his revenge.

But for now, all he could do was watch and wait. And as the night wore on, Lucas swore to himself that he would never forget this moment. He would never forgive Mona or the men who had done this to him.

And when the time was right, he would make them pay.

Lucas could only watch in horror as Mona continued to pleasure herself in front of him. She was moaning and writhing, her body glistening with sweat. Lucas could feel his anger and disgust building with every passing second.

One of the men was still licking Mona's pussy, and Lucas could see that he was getting more and more excited. He could hear the other men laughing and jeering, and he knew that they were enjoying the show.

"Look at your wife, Lucas," one of them said, sneering. "She's a walking vagina, and any man in the White Lotus cult can use her."

Lucas felt a surge of rage wash over him. He wanted to kill these men, to tear them apart with his bare hands. But he knew that he was powerless.

As he watched, Mona's moans grew louder and more intense. Lucas could see that she was close to orgasm, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

And then, with a final cry of pleasure, Mona orgasmed in front of Lucas' nose. He could feel her hot breath on his face, and he wanted to vomit.

The other four men started to get naked, and Lucas could see that they were all aroused. They were mocking him, laughing at his weakness.

"You're pathetic, Lucas," Mona said, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a weak, pathetic man. And I'm going to enjoy watching these men use me in front of you."

Lucas felt a surge of despair wash over him. He knew that he was trapped, that there was nothing he could do to stop this.