The Goddess of Time is My Wife

"Stop it babe! It tickles there, hehehe!" A beautiful tall girl, porcelain skin with a fine touch of sun tan over her breasts, was going at it hard on a Queen sized bed.

Andrew stood at the entrance of the hotel room, his hands folded into a hard shape, as he watched the man who was fucking his girlfriend.

Long blue hair, tied into a ponytail, the man's hairstyle complemented his excessively tall stature. His body was a piece of sculpture, something that irked Andrew to the depth of his fuming bones.

But even more than that, Andrew found it hard to look at that man's perfect face.

Andrew himself was very average in looks and height. Merely 5ft 10 inches tall, he was often called short in many departments of male beauty.

In this moment however, Andrew was stunned by the beauty of that man more than the sloppy movements his girlfriend was making as she was riding him.

The man noticed Andrew staring at him, and in return he smirked, as he grabbed the girl's buttocks and pummeled her hard.

"..." Andrew said nothing, he didn't even bother to call out his girlfriend who was too lost in pleasure to see him standing behind her.

Instead, he turned around and left the room wordlessly.

He could have fought and attacked that man, he had it in him to kill him. He could have screamed and shouted at his girlfriend for betraying him, but he didn't.

He simply chose to walk away.

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After coming down the hotel elevator, Andrew felt his beating heart.

"I feel nothing." He assessed that his heart rate was normal.

Andrew decided to end his relationship with that girl properly, but he was never going to give his now 'ex' the chance to reconcile with him.

Afterall, it is difficult to end a relationship that has lasted for over 6 years, since two people are bound by multiple memories and intangible connections ingrained in time.

"I'll just reverse time and prevent us from ever getting together." Andrew decided.

Being born with an innate talent to manipulate and cultivate time ever since he was born, Andrew had honed and perfected his art of time manipulation.

Thus, he could have easily prevented this incident from happening by reversing today's time, but he chose not to.

He was simply disappointed in that woman.

"Even if in the new timeline she remains perfectly loyal, I'll never give her a chance again."

Andrew decided, and he set his skill in motion.

"Lomba Goto." He clasped his hand and looked straight ahead. "My body, 6 years ago from today."

Lomba Goto- The fourth primary technique in Andrew's Samay arts. It was a technique that allowed the user to choose an object to throw back in time, and Andrew chose to go back to the date when he first met his girlfriend.

Flickers of purple light zoomed past him, and the space infront of Andrew stretched straight ahead and molded into a lit up corridor.

Andrew kept walking forward, and soon, he reached the other end of the tunnel.

After exiting, he was now walking on an empty dark street, and above his head, there was no moon. In his wrist watch, the time was ticking exactly 12 o clock.

Andrew turned left at the first intersection, and he found the scene which he had already seen multiple times.

"Huh? Who are you?" A rugged muscular man, over 6 feet tall, glared at him.

Behind him, Andrew saw his ex, crying, fear deeply embedded in her eyes, and she was bleeding from her wrist. Her clothes were half torn and as always, Andrew had interrupted just at the moment when that man was about to initiate his sexual assault. It was the same sight Andrew had seen multiple times.

Andrew put his hand in his back pocket and took out one of his trusty knives. The bronze rusty knife he took out was highly dull and unsuitable for combat. Andrew had used this weapon on only one person, but he had used it multiple times.

"Hey, piss off." The man pulled up his pants and looked at Andrew menacingly.

"Let's just get this over with." Andrew casually started to walk towards him.

The predator thug took out his own, much larger, knife and plunged towards Andrew.

He first sliced obliquely, targeting Andrew's chest but Andrew merely blocked the blade with his left hand.

The thug then sliced right, and then up, but all his attacks were met with Andrew's palm that became bloody with deep cuts.

Blood splayed everywhere as the thug continued to slice up Andrew before finally the thug decided to end Andrew's stupidity, failing to notice that he had not touched any part of Andrew's body except his palms yet.

"I've never seen a bigger retard than you." The thug smiled and stabbed straight into Andrew's chest.

But magically, as if Andrew already knew when and how the attack would be coming, he thrust his palm forwards and let the blade pierce into his hand.

"?!" The thug was appalled to see Andrew grip his hand with his bleeding palm.

And immediately, Andrew pulled him close and stabbed him in the throat, exactly at his carotid.

A fountain of blood squirted out as Andrew cut horizontally and then pulled back his weapon elegantly.

"You never looked into a mirror then." Andrew then coldly stared at the thug's fallen body.

Andrew's eyes were hollow, and dark circles born out of tiredness had impregnated onto his dry skin.

"Ha.. ha…ha…" The girl was crying in the corner all alone.

Andrew momentarily stared at her and then turned around.

"Wait! Ha… ha…please.." The girl called him. "Please help me…ha…"

"189th time. No more." But he didn't wait. Andrew just softly mumbled something and walked away.

To not be a hero, to not be someone who will care about others. But to live for himself, to use his time only for himself, a slothful villain, that is what he had chosen to become now.