My Wife is Strange
'Disgusting.'
After the show of force at the Dragon-Phoenix Assembly, Dokgo Hwaryeon—who had kidnapped the descendant of the Divine Dragon—returned and immediately reported to her father, the Cheonma. She had brought the descendant as a prisoner. She demanded ownership of him be granted to her; he was hers.
The Cheonma, propping his chin and slowly scanning her gleaming eyes, suddenly ordered him to attend the next Grand Hall Conference.
After counting the days in anticipation through the sleepless night, the Grand Hall Conference finally began. There had been an unpleasant incident midway, but she had handled it personally, so there were no issues.
As the day arrived and he appeared before all the elders and the Cheonma watching intently, he strode in as confidently as ever. His signature sharp gaze was honed to a razor's edge, and his radiant appearance and aura never failed to make her heart race.
Then came the overwhelming pressure from the Cheonma. Frowning as she endured it, he—with bloodshot eyes yet eyes burning fiercely—paid full respects to the Cheonma. Even if controlled, a mere peak realm martial artist had passed the Cheonma's test. In that single day, he had somehow taken another step forward.
As her inexplicable physical prowess and surging sense of kinship deepened her desire for him once more, the marriage proposal followed. The flow felt off somehow, but hearing the Sword Demon's arrogant words, she understood. Though she was the young cult leader, Dokgo Hwaryeon was ultimately a woman who must bear life and continue the family line. Her partner was a man whose monstrous body and talents even the Cheonma acknowledged as miraculous.
If she bore his seed and conceived an heir, her child would surely become the greatest Cheonma in history, surpassing even herself—unmatched even scanning through martial world annals.
Clutching her fiercely pounding heart, she watched him. Had heaven granted her wish? After a brief moment of contemplation, he readily accepted the Cheonma's proposal. A fleeting glance in the midst of it sparked inexplicable rage, but it passed in an instant.
Then came the war of words with the Demon Brain. Normally, whether he was implanted with solitude or turned into a mindless puppet, she wouldn't care. As long as he became hers, that was it.
But his words shook her values to the core. If she took him after some measure from the Demon Brain, would he truly be wholly hers?
In that moment, visions flashed through Dokgo Hwaryeon's mind: cult followers in despair after having their purity stolen by demons. In the Divine Cult, didn't they even use such emotions to fuel their cultivation? In the Cheonma Divine Cult, where the strong reigned supreme, it was only natural.
She had never even considered such things before. Flustered, she pressed him about the incident with her maids the previous day, only to have the Poison Horse and the Supreme One validate his words.
Words from her father, the Supreme One and Cheonma. They were truth itself.
Acknowledging the facts, as her values slowly shifted, the reality struck her like a thunderbolt, ringing alarms in her head. Had the mere military officer, the Demon Brain, dared to covet what was hers—what belonged to Young Cult Leader Dokgo Hwaryeon?
Snapping back to her senses amid surging rage and madness, she realized she had already unleashed her Cheonma Qi to its peak, intimidating the Demon Brain.
Whether she did or not, he had seized even the vice military officer position on his own. It meant she could have him closer—things had worked out well... Grind!
Her teeth clenched with murderous intent, the sound echoing in the bath. The maids' hands hesitated, but she ignored them.
She fully understood men periodically relieving their urges. Hadn't even the Supreme One acknowledged it? She couldn't tarnish his purity over something like that.
'Then what do I do with this maddening rage of mine?'
By now, lowly maids' filth was surely defiling his sacred body. Worse, if that supreme seed entered a lowly womb and caused pregnancy, wouldn't she become a dog chasing a chicken?
Dokgo Hwaryeon, young cult leader of the world-spanning Cheonma Divine Cult, having her husband stolen by mere maids of all people.
In this contradictory situation—men needing to vent urges, while women risked filth and even pregnancy—Dokgo Hwaryeon's irrepressible rage began leaking out as killing intent.
Thud.
"Tch."
Glancing at the foam-mouthed, dead maids, Dokgo Hwaryeon rose from her seat.
"Clean it up."
"Understood."
Another masked woman appeared, bowed, and began tidying the room. Soon, a swarm of new maids rushed in to attend the naked Dokgo Hwaryeon once more.
Slipping into sheer silk that revealed her form, Dokgo Hwaryeon moved to the bed. The maids and guards withdrew.
His image resurfaced, stirring rage, but she had to endure. Reframing it as a reward she bestowed as young cult leader on the maids' lives brought some comfort.
What whispers was he murmuring to those lowly ones? How were his large hands melting the women?
"Ah!"
The thought drew an involuntary gasp from her lips. As expected of her father. The Supreme One's words were infallible. She finally understood why bedding maids wasn't a flaw.
He was exhausting himself through the night with them to ensure no flaws when facing her. Martial arts grew stronger through relentless training. It was all for the ecstatic time with her—from his heart.
The realization sent shivers through her, splitting her lips into a grin.
'How can he be so lovable?'
The instinctive word "love" made her body jolt, but understanding dawned, and she surrendered to it. This is love...
His image and actions swirled endlessly in her mind. She couldn't focus on anything. Thoughts flooded from her head, settling in her chest, even disrupting her breath.
Exhaling hot, ragged breaths, she clutched his martial robe fetched by the maids. His rugged scent invaded her nostrils, muddling her mind.
"Haah. Hnngh."
Rough pants mingled with drool at her lips as her hand naturally descended. Sweet fluid trickled between her thighs.
It wouldn't be long. Dokgo Hwaryeon's eyes glowed red, dyeing the room.
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The glaring sunlight pierced my eyes as I slowly woke. The bed bore clear traces of debauchery. But the maids who had shared the night were nowhere to be seen, as usual.
'Well, the underlings have work to do.'
After accepting the young cult leader's consort position, I hadn't done much. I should help with military affairs, but preparations for the Central Plains invasion were already complete. The Demon Brain had told me to relay my thoughts on the righteous sects unfiltered at the upcoming Grand Hall Conference.
'Probably damage control.'
Recalling how I'd boldly spoken to the Cheonma, he wanted me to speak up on his behalf. No need to clash with his successor, a high-ranking officer— the Demon Brain's quick pivot was tongue-tying.
What else was there to do? Fuck the beautiful maids stirring my lust, that's what.
'But they could say something before leaving.'
Waking to empty rooms every time—were they always so busy? A bit of dissatisfaction built. Definitely not morning wood.
'Wonder what the wife's up to...'
Like me holing up with maids, word was the young cult leader Dokgo Hwaryeon was also secluded in her quarters. Like it or not, we're marrying. Wouldn't it be good to get close beforehand?
Whoever she takes after, her looks were top-tier beauty in the wuxia world, famed as the demon realm's number one. No complaints there.
'Tits are a bit lacking, though.'
Rising naked, I washed in the prepared bath and changed into fresh martial robes.
'And loaded.'
Nodding at the crisp new robes replacing yesterday's, I thought of my capable artisans, pretty wife, and wealth. Worlds away from plucking weeds on Wudang Mountain as a beggar.
Checking myself in the mirror, I exited. Having heard nothing from Dokgo Hwaryeon lately, I'd sent word yesterday to spend the morning together.
Outside, waiting maids caught my eye. I naturally scanned their looks. Night comes reliably every day, after all.
They hurried ahead with eyes filled with inexplicable dread, guiding me to Dokgo Hwaryeon's residence.
'Rumors spread, huh?'
Seems my massive cock—unrivaled by primitive ancient dicks—had gone viral. Smirking in satisfaction, I followed them to Dokgo Hwaryeon's opulent quarters, far grander than mine.