Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 3:Let Me Prove With Actions

A chill surged through Ethan's body. "My Lady... what are you doing? This isn’t proper."

"I know," she whispered softly, her tone hushed. "So what?" From behind, her arms encircled him, drawing him tightly against her.

Before he managed to shove her off, a gentle sob drifted to his ears. "Ethan... I am already twenty-two. Do you know why I haven’t married?"

"Why?" he replied, throat constricting as his Adam’s apple shifted visibly.

"It’s because of you."

"What did I do?" Ethan burst out, wrenching himself from her embrace. Sophie gazed at him, her eyes brimming with yearning and anguish.

She advanced on him, compelling a backward step. Only then did he realize she towered over him.

Folks in this realm, nobles especially, stood remarkably tall.

His six-foot frame amounted to squat.

That truth pricked sharply, delivering an odd strike to his ego.

Sophie’s stare held steady. "Ever since your face caught my eye, no space remained in my heart for others. Even as Father sought husbands for me, I pitted them all against you." Her voice quivered. "You’ve seized my every thought, Ethan."

He retreated until his back hit the door. Looks-wise, countless noblemen surpassed him in handsomeness, yet his distinct race marked the difference.

Being a mixed Korean-American lent him exotic appeal in this Asian world.

"Your presence has ruined me."

‘What nonsense is this?’ he mused abruptly.

Sophie seized his hands, nestling her head to his chest. A sweet aroma permeated the air, warm and alluring. Her silky hair grazed his chin; peering down, he took in her refined features nearby—porcelain-like skin, flushed enticing lips, eyes sparkling with sorrow and passion.

"You need to take responsibility for this," she breathed.

"Miss... calm down. Please. I think you’re just... heartbroken from the Baron’s death."

She raised her head, eyes fixing on his. "Look into my eyes. Do they look like the eyes of someone playing with you?"

Ethan’s breath hitched. The raw honesty there made sustaining her gaze unbearable.

‘Is this a trap? Did I do something wrong?’

He’d heard tales of servants slain for mere fancies toward nobles. Nobles proved sly, so risking it felt impossible.

What if this served as bait to eliminate him?

Gently, he eased her away and pivoted to escape.

‘Is this a trap? Did I do something wrong?’

Ethan’s thoughts whirled. Stories abounded of servants executed simply for feelings aimed at nobles. With nobles so devious, he dared not gamble.

What if it was mere bait to dispose of him?

Softly, he nudged Sophia aside and spun toward the exit.

Yet she closed in, arms clamping securely around his waist.

Those arms felt plush and heated, but a subtle firmness halted his steps.

Next came the sound—a quivering voice thick with tears.

"Ethan... I really love you..."

"I have loved you since the moment I saw you walk into our estate."

"So please... don’t leave me alone. You are the only one I have left."

Her words pierced deep. He nearly uttered, "You still have your faithful servant," but teardrops landing on his hands silenced him.

He’d dodged her eyes before, yet now he glanced down. Tears streaked Sophia’s lovely face.

Ethan stiffened briefly. Raising his gaze, he found only pure sincerity in hers.

‘Does she truly want to marry me?’

"My Lady, you are not playing tricks on me, are you? I am just a servant... a commoner. Weak and powerless."

Sophia’s face gentled. She lifted a hand to stroke his cheek tenderly.

"I really want to marry you."

"You don’t know how many nights I dreamed of making you mine. Of holding you close, snuggling with you, building a happy family together."

Her tone shook as she continued.

"I finally gathered the courage to confess... but please, don’t reject me."

Ethan’s heart clenched. Witnessing her shattered and exposed hit harder than anticipated. One tear from her weighed enough to shatter his defenses.

He couldn’t ignore his affection for her, his fondness. Yet their circumstances opposed them fiercely.

Should he yield selfishly to her love, trouble wouldn’t just hound him—it might endanger her too.

His breaths deepened while staring into the eyes of this bereaved lady, fresh from losing her father. She clung to him like her life’s final ember of warmth.

Gradually, he extended his hand to clasp hers. Sophia’s eyes flared wide a touch, a soft flush coloring her cheeks as their gazes locked.

"I..."

[The host has come in contact with the opposite gender.]

[Condition for activation has been met.]

[The host is advised to complete the intimate session for the system to awaken.]

Ethan felt a jolt, thinking, 'A system?'

Inwardly, he wondered, 'What happens if I say no?'

[You can refuse. But in that case... you will lose your balls.]

'This... this is pure bullying...' Ethan muttered to himself in silence, his thoughts swirling with terror and shock.

Yet, at his core, he understood that his prior rejection stemmed from his own frailty. A system, however, could shatter that frailty.

Drawing in a deep breath, he locked eyes with her.

"Alright... I accept."

Sophia's eyes flared wide. Before Ethan had a chance to respond, she surged ahead, erasing the space between them.

Her shaky, warm palms cradled his cheeks. In the next instant, her plush lips claimed his, robbing him of air.

The kiss intensified rapidly. Sophia channeled her grief into it, her mouth shifting with frantic yearning, as though determined to bind him eternally. She clutched him tight within her embrace, seizing command of the scene, enveloping him in her heat until all else dissolved.

Sophia longed to prolong the kiss and relish Ethan further, yet interruption struck.

KNOCK!KNOCKK!