18.5 The Taming of the Shrew
The morning the relentless rain finally paused. After a long absence, the sun emerged, casting warm rays in a cheerful display. A bright day dawned. In front of Ian's door stood a girl, hand pressed to her chest, taking deep breaths to steady her nerves.
It was Dina, naturally.
"Huuu... I can do this."
Not her usual mischievous donut-braided hairstyle, but long straight hair cascading down. No sporty activewear either—instead, a modest dress falling to her knees, revealing only her arms and legs. A striking image change. Still, it suited her; the playfulness was gone, leaving an adorably innocent look.
'Does the husband like this style?'
Thanks to the mischievous one's advice, Dina trusted her on this. Come to think of it, Ian's two lovers—Cheong-ah and Bella—sported similar vibes. Cheong-ah might hide fire beneath a pure exterior, and Bella was worlds away from demure with her feral aura, but she always wore her wild lion-mane hair long and loose.
Ian clearly had a thing for long hair on women.
"...Huu, huu."
One final deep breath. Composed, Dina balled her fist lightly and knocked.
Thump-thump.
The sound echoed like tapping a wooden box. Soon, footsteps stirred inside. Dina closed her eyes softly, focusing her senses inward. She couldn't match Cheong-ah's lifelong blindness-honed perception, but grasping the room's happenings was child's play.
A presence rising—heavy, tall. Rustling clothes. Yeonja had slept with someone. Yesterday, the mischievous one had chatted with her till bedtime, leaving just one other: the beast.
'Hope the beast doesn't come out first.'
She'd probably slept with Ian last night. The presence matched: tall for a woman, solidly muscular and weighty. Bella to a tee.
Creeeak.
The door eased open. Hot air wafted out, thick with mingled scents—Ian's familiar musk and the beast's cloying stench. Dina's face twisted briefly, then softened at the sight.
"Oh, Dina?"
"Yeonja. Slept well?"
There stood Ian in nothing but pants, his chiseled upper body bare. Her desired one had appeared; Dina's face lit up.
Ian eyed her unfamiliar style curiously for a beat, then grinned. "That outfit suits you. The loose hair too. Looks pretty."
"R-really? Whew, good."
Hee hee... His praise melted her face into a goofy grin. Ian chuckled, reaching to ruffle her hair but pausing at the neat strands, withdrawing his hand. "More importantly, what's this about? All dressed up."
"Ahem, well..."
A cough, a pause. She'd psyched herself up moments ago, but now shyness flooded back.
"The rain stopped outside."
"Oh? Yeah, sun's out."
"S-so, Yeonja, with me..."
"Dina?"
"With me..."
She needed to push the words out, but her lips wouldn't budge. Why now...? Dina bowed her head, biting her lip hard.
'Gotta say it...'
Her life: brutal childhoods to battlefields as a lone warrior. Mindset of a fighter, not a girl.
"U, uu..."
"Dina? You okay?"
"Th-that's... um, I mean..."
Eighty years lived (minus three millennia sealed), yet this feeling was brand new. Unfamiliar thrill of shyness, fitting her childlike looks. Stammering, fumbling words unbecomingly.
And as always with such girlish fluster, what amplified the butterflies was...
"Dina, wanna head out and play for old times' sake?"
A casual question that pierced her awkwardness, reading her heart like an open book.
Ian, peering straight into her soul. She lifted her head. A radiant smile. Dina nodded vigorously up and down, shouting, "Ye-yes!"
"Alright. I'll wash up, throw on some clothes, and come out. Wait in your room a bit, Dina."
"My room? Can't... in Yeonja's?"
At her question, Ian glanced back inside. "My room? Uh... hmm."
Splintered bed frame, soaked sheets. Bella sprawled atop, utterly spent. Her swollen lower holes leaked thick white fluid in streams; red marks and sticky fluids smeared her body. The rest of the room fared no better—puddles of white and clear on the floor, furniture and curtains drenched from her explosive squirts. Clothes somehow spared, but total chaos. No ventilation either; lewd fluids' stench hung heavy.
Making primly dressed Dina wait here? No way. Ian's conscience twinged.
"Sorry, room's a total mess."
"Got it. I'll wait in mine then. Hurry."
"Yeah, be right there."
Sending Dina to her room, I returned to mine and dry-washed my face at the wreckage.
"...Yesterday got a bit wild."
Bella had acted cocky; meant to correct her, but lost myself. Promised Dina a quick wash and dress before heading out, so I should hurry—but leaving this disaster? Felt wrong foisting cleanup on servants.
"Gotta wash Bella too..."
Dried fluids everywhere; she'd wake sticky and grossed out. First, blast through room cleanup. Normal way would drag, but that's why I hoard magic tools.
Versatile gadgets out—zap, done. Noise might wake her, I worried...
"...Out cold."
My needless panic. Tormented till dawn, she wasn't stirring, barely conscious even.
...Wait, no snoring? Really asleep? Not dead? Recall her wails till blackout... Kept going post-passing-out 'cause she stayed tempting; grunted "Hngh, hek" per thrust.
Just in case...
"Huuu..."
Faint breath. Exhausted, no snores.
"Phew... good."
Now, bathe her. Bed frame? Beg Behena for a replacement. Undressed, folded neat, lifted her gently.
"Uh, um...? Husband? Wh-what? Can't... anymore. Pussy... hurts..."
"Not that. Sleep. Just washing you."
"Mm, okay..."
Snooore.
Back out cold quick. Did wreck her hard yesterday.
Warm water like handling fine porcelain, meticulous wash... Before mine, soaked cloth in warm water over her puffy pussy.
"Ahh... nice."
Drowsy mumble, lips curving up. Glad she likes.
Quick self-wash. Frame wrecked but mattress fine—pulled to floor, laid her down, dressed loosely, draped my shirt as blanket.
Dressed sharp, headed out.
Knocked Dina's door—joyful welcome.
"Yeonja! Here!"
"Sorry, kept you waiting?"
She shook her head. "No, fine. Haven't waited long."
"Thanks for saying so."
"Come in first."
Inside: Dina and Cheong-ah, latter sipping tea gracefully.
Cheong-ah smiled demurely at me. "Husband, sleep well?"
"Cheong-ah, you crashed here?"
"Yes, had things to discuss with Dina, right? Chatted till we shared the bed."
"Yesterday, mischievous one talked loads with me."
"Yeah?"
Explains no visit amid all-night Bella session.
"Anyway, husband, heading out with Dina?"
"That's right. Today, me and Yeonja out playing."
"Hehe, sounds fun, Dina."
"Heh heh..."
"Wanna join, Cheong-ah...?"
She cut me off, shaking head. "No, husband. Day's bright—fancy swinging my sword after ages."
"Ah, gotcha?"
Would've been nice together, but oh well.
"Yes, so you two enjoy."
"Cool, we're off."
"Going now."
"Have a good trip."
With Cheong-ah's send-off, we left the mansion for the streets.