’Woof woof!’
[Host, you lost your mind!]
’Of course, anyone would!’
My hands were tightly clenched in hers, pressing against something so soft and big that I felt like I was drowning in cotton candy… or maybe jelly. But that wasn’t the issue right now.
’Wh-what is happening here!?’
:: What is happening here!? ::
At the very least, I wasn’t the only one utterly shocked by the sudden turn of events. I had come here for a business proposal, but now, I was about to get framed for something much worse by the same client.
But—
’Did you really cry?’
Lying on the floor, which was at least warm—probably due to the room’s heating and Princess covering me with her energy—I looked up at the non-existent weight pressing down on my abdomen. Her long hair cascaded over her face, entangled and messed, her damp eyes carrying the traces of dried tears.
Her fingers tightly held my palms against her soft, plump bosoms while rubbing the embroidered fabric of the bridal dress.
Everything about this moment was confusing.
First, she was completely breaking her character—crying.
Second, she was seated on top of me in a way that felt almost… suggestive.
Was she giving me an opportunity? I couldn’t resist. With a subtle movement, I gave a small claw twitch, feeling the clouds above me; the softness of those two rabbits was phenomenal, nothing my hookups in past life ever bestowed upon me.
thump thump
No, those women were squids in front of her.
’This is… definitely exhaustion.’
My heartbeat pounded against my ribs, but I refused to acknowledge the real reason. I blamed it on exhaustion.
It was easier that way than admitting that this beauty had completely destroyed my mind.
After all, I even had proof that my heart was thumping because that door slammed into my face.
"Haa… It’s embarrassing," she muttered suddenly, avoiding my gaze by turning her face in the other direction.
The tighteness I had left in hands relaxed only held by hers as in that brief moment, I saw it—a faint tinge of crimson near her eyes.
My mind went blank, eyes blinking just casually.
I had never expected to see such an expression from her.
She was… blushing.
And despite that, she was still holding my hand, as if clearly inviting me to take action.
Gulp
’System… I think I’m in love.’
I didn’t avert my gaze instead tightened my hands, enforcing them before doing a—
pomp pomp
My fingers sank into her plush curves, squeezing and releasing, feeling the supple weight of her breasts mold against my grip.
A soft breath escaped her mouth—something that signaled the final call for my weapon, long rusted, waiting for its awakening as it heard a spark.
"Ahn~♡"
’Kugh!’, If this were an anime, I’d say I just got a nosebleed, no, it’s definitely would have a freaking fountain.
’Y-yes! Fuck it!’
I lost it.
The moment that sound reached my ears, I lurched forward, pinning her to the floor, taking full charge of my first wedding night to ravage her.
[...]
:: ..... ::
...Or at least, that was the plan.
"....."
’Damn this body.’
I wasn’t even able to lift myself an inch.
She was hundreds of times stronger than me.
The most I achieved by pushing forward was pressing myself harder against her softness.
It was at that moment that I realized how utterly useless my so-called instant-death ability was.
I couldn’t even overpower my own wife.
"Huh? Do you want to stand?"
Princess had good intuition. She saw the non-existent tears threatening to form in my eyes as I clenched my lips, mourning my weak, pathetic body.
"Yes, please," I muttered.
I turned my face away, feeling the humiliation of a weak man pinned down by his own wife.
I had Instant Death, for fuck’s sake.
Would it have killed the system to give me at least some strength too?
"Oh! Yes, s-sorry, I just—"
She hurriedly loosened her grip, attempting to get off me. Supporting herself with one hand, she tried to move aside.
But I didn’t let the moment go.
The second she shifted, I lurched forward, wrapping my arms around her and pressing my lips against hers.
Thud.
Due to her unstable posture, she fell back onto the floor. This time, I was on top.
Unlike before, there was no distance between us. My entire body pressed against hers, my right hand not letting the moment slip as it grabbed onto her left breast through the white fabric—one of my worst enemies right now.
"Mmmphh—?!—Anhh~♡!"
Despite my hesitation, I didn’t close my eyes. I wanted to see her reaction.
What I saw stunned me.
Her sapphire eyes blinked in confusion, her warm breath tickling my lips. Her soft body trembled under my grip as my fingers slid into her hair, pressing myself deeper into her.
My right hand fondled her breast, while my left held her head in place. I kissed her deeply, following the simple route of first sucking on those soft petals called lips before biting them—forcing an entrance through the last defense of her teeth.
My tongue slithered inside, like a snake infiltrating warmth.
And then—
’!?’
"Khwack!"
I suddenly lurched back, falling onto the floor.
Unlike in the wedding ceremony, where I had tasted the most sweet and delicious lips, this time… it was rotten.
Shitty. Bitter.
Both my hands moved frantically, rubbing my tongue, trying to erase the taste.
"Heh? What happened?"
I had just ruined the mood.
Like a dog that had licked a cactus, I desperately tried to cleanse my tongue. But the bitterness was unbearable.
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Then it hit me.
She had just drunk that potion.
The Rakshasa Blood Potion had a severe drawback—it was the most rotten-tasting thing one could ever experience. Once inside the body, it turned into something utterly repulsive.
Sniff. Sniff.
"Wh-what?! I-I—"
’Shit.’
I froze.
In my panic, I had completely ignored how this might affect her.
Slowly, I turned to look at her.
She was sitting upright now, staring at her hands.
A small amount of black liquid had seeped onto her fingers.
She sniffed it.
Her eyes trembled.
A heavy silence filled the air as tears welled up in those sapphire eyes.
And then—
"Ah… I ruined everything, huh?"
Her voice was so soft, so weak, that it pierced right through me.
My heart ached.
My mind blanked.
I didn’t think.
I just moved.
In one swift motion, I pulled off my shirt and ignored the putrid taste still lingering in my mouth.
Before she could react, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me—
—sealing her lips once again.
This time, I didn’t hesitate.
I grabbed that shitty bridal dress with all my might—
SCRCH!
The fabric tore apart.
Her shaky, vulnerable body was pulled against mine as my lips invaded hers once more, my tongue plunging in, ignoring everything else.
I wouldn’t let this moment become a bad memory.
This time, no hesitation.
No stopping.
Without letting her slip from my grasp, I crashed my lips against hers, devouring her breath as I pressed her body even tighter against me.
"Mmhhh~ Nnhgg~"
Her fingers tugged at my hair, desperate, pulling me away from the kiss as if saving me from bad taste, but I didn’t let her take control.
My hand slid down the curve of her back, tracing her spine, feeling the way she shivered under my touch.
With each step, I tore at her dress, the fabric giving way like paper beneath my fingers, exposing more of her bare skin to the air. I wanted to feel every inch of her against me—nothing in between.
My grip tightened as I grabbed her ass, fingers digging in mercilessly as I pulled her against me.
A gasp broke from her lips, her body arching, and before she could even process it, her legs wrapped around my waist, locking me in place, surrendering completely to my hold.
Her body burned against mine, her breath hot against my skin as I carried her through the door, the last shreds of her dress slipping to the floor as I kept tearing it while carrying her as I entered the bathroom.