If only I knew his big man-h00d was not ordinary. No wonder every woman used to fall for him

Chapter 1

Yuka was a small village, quiet and peaceful, hidden in the hills of the Ephe Kingdom. The people there lived simple lives: farming, fetching water, and sitting together in the evenings to gist. Everybody knew everybody in Yuka, and news traveled fast. If something happened to one person, by the next morning the whole village would hear about it.

But lately, f£ar had settled over the village. For some months now, young women were being found d£ad, one after the other. Nobody knew what was ki lling them, but one thing was always the same: the strange marks on their necks. They looked like sn@ke bites, but nobody could say for sure. No one had ever seen a snak£ around the women when they di£d. It was as if the d£aths were happening in secret, and that made it even more frigh tening.

The Village chief, Chief Obie, sent hunters into the bush to find the snak£, but they came back empty-handed. The de aths didn’t stop, and the f£ar only grew stronger. Mothers started warning their daughters not to move around at night. Even in the daytime, women no longer felt safe. The once lively village became quiet, and people didn’t trust as easily as before.

But there was one person who didn’t seem to care about all the f£ar. His name was Chima. If you asked any woman in Yuka who the finest man in the village was, the answer was always, always Chima. Tall, with a muscular body that showed all the hard work he did as a builder, his skin was smooth and dark, and his eyes shone like he always knew something you didn’t. His smile alone was enough to make a woman weak. Chima had the kind of ch@rm that made women forget their f£ars. When he walked through the village, the women would giggle and blush, hoping he would look their way. And when he did, it felt like the sun was shining only on them.

Chima knew how to use his looks and sweet words. It wasn’t just his fine face; it was the way he spoke, the way he moved, and the way he always seemed to be in control. He could make a woman feel like the only person in the world. But behind all that charm and beauty, Chima carried a dangerous secret. He didn’t care about the f£ar in the village; he didn’t worry about the d£aths either. He went about his day as if all was well and good.

Chima knew he was handsome, and he didn’t hide it. He walked around the village with confidence, his head held high, and his eyes always searching for his next catch. The women of Yuka were drawn to him like ants to sugar. Whether at the village well, the market, or on the farm, as long as Chima was nearby, the women couldn’t take their eyes off him.

But it wasn’t just about his looks. Chima had a way of talking that made any woman feel special. He knew the right things to say at the right time. His voice was deep and smooth, like the calm before a storm, and he always knew how to make a woman smile, even when she was feeling down. He didn’t need to rush. Chima took his time, slowly drawing them in, making them trust him, making them want him. If he wanted a woman, he would get her. All it took was one charming smile, a few sweet words, and before long, she was his.

And once he had her, he would take her to his hut at the edge of the village, away from prying eyes. There, under the soft glow of the moon, Chima would work his magic. He was gentle, patient, making each woman feel like she was the most important person in the world. But when the night grew darker, Chima would always ask the same strange question: “Do you know the difference between a man’s manhood and a sn@ke?”

The women never knew what to say. They would laugh, thinking it was a joke. But before they could answer, Chima would whistle: a soft, eerie sound that seemed to float in the air. The women would feel uneasy, like something was about to happen. And that’s when it did. Something would shift in the room, and before they could react, they would feel a cold, smooth touch on their skin. A snak£, dark and dang£rous, would slither out from Chima’s trousers.

The women always froze, their f£ar too strong to scr£am or run. The snak~ would wrap itself around them, slowly, as if toying with its pr£y. Then, with a quick strike, it would bit e them on the neck. The bit e was always the same: two sharp marks, like f@ngs sinking deep into their skin. The venom would spread quickly. The women would gasp, their body shaking as the p⁰is0n took hold. Within minutes, it was over. They were d£ad, and Chima was left standing over their life less bodies, his face expressionless.

By morning, the woman’s body would be found in the village square, cold and pale, with the strange bit£ marks on her neck. The villagers would gather around, shaking their heads, wondering what kind of snak£ could do such a thing. But no one ever sus pected Chima. He was too handsome, too charming, too perfect. Each time another woman di£d, the fear in the village grew. But Chima didn’t care. He continued his life as if nothing was happening. The women still blushed and giggled when he walked by, completely unaware of the dang£r that lurked beneath his good looks and sweet words.

Life in Yuka went on, even with the fear hanging over the village. The women were more cautious, especially at night, but the daily routine of fetching water, farming, and trading continued. Every time a woman di£d, people would mourn, but nobody had any answers. The village Chief Obie tried to keep the people calm, but deep down, everyone knew that something was wrong, and it wasn’t just a normal snak£ causing these deaths.

Then one day, a new face appeared in the village: a woman named Adana. She was different from the other women in Yuka: tall and graceful, with skin that shone like polished wood. Adana carried herself with confidence; her beauty wasn’t just in her face or body, but in the way she moved, as if she wasn’t bothered by anything around her. She had come to visit her aunt who lived on the edge of the village, and almost immediately, she caught Chima’s attention.

Chima noticed Adana the first time he saw her at the well. Unlike the other women, who couldn’t help but stare at him or blush when he passed by, Adana didn’t seem impressed. She didn’t giggle, she didn’t stare, she didn’t even smile at him. Instead, she looked straight past him, her face calm, like she was in control of everything. This intrigued Chima. He wasn’t used to being ignored, and Adana’s calmness felt like a challenge to him. He had always been able to win over any woman he wanted, and he wasn’t about to let Adana be the first one to resist him. From that moment, Chima decided that he had to have her….

Will Adanna be the one to finally overcome Chima?

Chapter 2 – The Hunter and the Serpent

Chima began to approach Adana, trying all the tricks that had made so many girls in Yuka village fall: mysterious smiles, captivating eyes, sweet words like honey. But Adana was not moved.

One afternoon, as the red sun was setting behind the hills, Chima approached the well where Adana was carrying a bucket.

“Are you new to this village?” – Chima smiled, her voice deep and familiar.

Adana raised her head and looked straight into his eyes. Her eyes were not afraid, not confused, just calm as the surface of a lake.
“Yes. But I am not someone who is easily swayed by sweet words.”

For the first time, Chima felt his pride being challenged. He smiled faintly, determined to take Adana at all costs. But Adana was not just any ordinary woman.

She was the daughter of a shaman from another region, and was taught many ancient rituals to fight against evil. That’s why, from the moment she set foot in Yuka, Adana could feel the scent of death spreading around the village. And when she looked into Chima’s eyes, she knew that the murderer was not a mysterious snake in the forest… but him.

Chapter 3 – The Night of Meeting

One moonlit night, Chima knocked on the door of Adana’s hut.
“I would like to invite you to my hut… to drink, to talk.” – he said, his familiar charming smile.

Many women had fallen into those arms, and none lived to tell. But Adana nodded, her lips pursed.
“Okay.”

She followed Chima, but in her sleeve she hid a goatskin amulet engraved with a holy sign, along with a pinch of powder from the “ọja” tree – the tree her father had once told her: “Only this can reveal the true form of the evil snake.”

In the hut, moonlight shone through the bamboo wall. Chima appeared gentle, poured wine, sat close, his voice lulling. Then, as usual, he leaned close and asked the familiar question:

“Do you know what the difference is between a man and a snake?”

Adana did not smile. She stared at him.
“I know. One uses beauty to seduce, and one uses poison to kill. But you… are both.”

The smile on Chima’s lips disappeared.

Chapter 4 – The Confrontation

He whistled. The whistle was chilling and chilling. Out of the darkness the black snake slithered, slithering around Adana’s feet. The girls would have shivered and frozen. But Adana reached into her shirt and sprinkled the ọja powder on the ground.

The snake hissed, its body convulsing violently. Chima’s body trembled as well, like two entities bound together by one soul.

Adana raised the amulet high, her voice ringing out like a prayer:
“Chima! You sold your soul to the darkness, turning your very instincts into weapons to kill. But today… that cycle ends!”

Chima roared, his handsome face twisted, his eyes bloodshot. He charged, but Adana threw a spell straight at his chest. There was an explosion of light, the snake screamed, and then it disintegrated into dust.

Chima collapsed, blood gushing from his mouth. He looked at Adana, his eyes finally showing hatred mixed with fear.

“I… should have had it all…” – he gasped, then fell still.

Chapter 5 – New Dawn

The next morning, the villagers of Yuka awoke to hear that Chima’s body had been found in the hut, her face ashen, next to scorched talisman marks. Strangely, from that day on, no more women died with mysterious bite marks.

Chief Obie breathed a sigh of relief, but the villagers were still in shock. Many could not believe that the man who had once made women admire him was the one who killed them.

Adana left Yuka a few days later. No one knew where she went, only a tall, thin figure walking out of the village in the dawn, her long hair flying in the wind.

People whispered: “Perhaps the gods sent her to free us.”

And from then on, in Yuka, whenever someone mentioned the name Chima, they would remember the gloomy eyes, the charming smile… and the deadly secret that had been buried forever.