My Yandere Fiancée's Deadly Embrace
My wife was a total yandere, but damn, rich girls really were on another level. As I thought that and recalled her figure, which I hadn't seen in a while, I wondered how long she'd made me wait outside the room.
"The Little Cult Leader requests your presence."
The maids politely announced me at the door and swung it open, revealing Dokgo Hwaryeon's chamber decked out in glittering gold and jewels.
Fuck, how much did all that cost?
I was dazed by the eye-searing splendor when Dokgo Hwaryeon emerged gracefully from a corner of the room. Her silky hair swaying like fine silk, clad in deep crimson palace robes, she approached with the languid stride of a well-fed predator.
"Oh! Sis, long time no see."
Calling her "sis" during the grand hall meeting had already become public knowledge. I casually greeted Dokgo Hwaryeon, but she showed no reaction beyond a deepening smile as she strode toward me.
"Huh?"
Before I could even question it, she threw her arms around me with all her strength. Apparently well-fed and rested in this era, her 170cm frame let me see the crown of her head when she hugged me. That cute little dome was adorable.
Sniiiiff.
"Haa..."
Whether she was using magic or not, trapped in her vise-like grip, she buried her nose in my neck, inhaled deeply, and let out a sigh of ecstasy. She looked just like a junkie.
Something's off...
The atmosphere felt weird with her fervently welcoming me way beyond what I'd expected, but I'd already decided to go all in. When your wife shows affection like this, a husband can't just stand there. I immediately hugged her back fiercely, like gripping a bundle of reeds, and deeply inhaled her scent.
The sweet fragrance invaded my nostrils, and my cock, which hadn't fully settled, hardened again and rubbed against her firm abs. That resilient belly felt amazing through my lower body.
Fucking love it.
Apparently caught off guard by my aggression, Dokgo Hwaryeon trembled slightly before pressing her body even more boldly against mine. The maids wisely slipped out during our display of affection, leaving only the sound of our synchronized breathing as we savored each other's scents.
How long did we stay like that? Eventually, Dokgo Hwaryeon slowly loosened her arms and turned to meet my eyes.
Huh?
"As expected, you feel the same as I do."
Breathing hotly, Dokgo Hwaryeon grinned ear to ear, grabbed my crotch with one hand, and fondled it lovingly.
"I want to take you in right now, but the Sovereign has set the date for the ceremony, so we have no choice. Let's endure this trial together."
She regretfully withdrew her hand from over my clothes, shot me a longing look, then took my hand and led me to the gifts the maids had prepared.
Martial uniforms—clearly ones I'd worn before—were neatly displayed around the room. Seeing the familiar items exhibited everywhere, and Dokgo Hwaryeon's endlessly deep gaze fixed on me as I turned, a thought slammed into my head.
Whoa... nice boat, huh?
Dokgo Hwaryeon had twisted into this because of my interference. Following her, I pieced it together—the maids' reactions that morning suddenly made sense. To them, I was an untouchable superior. Obeying orders was natural. But fulfilling their duties meant they'd end up dead.
I glanced back; Dokgo Hwaryeon was still smiling with her lips curled, gazing at me fervently. Meeting her eyes, I pondered it, but my conclusion didn't change.
White?
What did it matter if a few game-world NPCs died? Unless they were key figures like Dokgo Hwaryeon, nameless maids who never even appeared in the story? Wasting brain space on them was pointless. Even Dokgo Hwaryeon, smiling creepily, was the same.
Yandere or not, she's still dere in the end.
A kingdom-toppling beauty loved me so obsessively she wanted to kill for me. If anything, my dick got harder. She might be stronger and higher-status now, but this was a game world. If it got dangerous, I'd power up in another world and come back. What was there to fear?
I'd married based on used/new goods logic anyway—just play it safe afterward.
And all the women I've already fucked, starting with Dokgo Hwaryeon, are set to infertility.
I'm eternally new merchandise. Feeling much lighter, I sat at the table she led me to. The spread was a feast fit for kings—my hunger surged after last night's exertion.
"I've prepared as much as possible per your request, but I hope it suits your taste."
Dokgo Hwaryeon never took her eyes off my face, smiling. I smiled back at her.
"For me, just being with you, sis, is a banquet."
At my sweet talk, she bowed her head, trembling.
Fuck. Gotta hold back more than I thought.
She seemed to have zero resistance to lovers' sweet nothings. One wrong word and I'd be eating her out too. Seeing her hug herself, restraining something, I hurriedly kept talking.
"Sis, anyway, let's drop the formal speech. Can't have awkwardness between husband and wife."
Snapping out of it, she lifted her flushed face and nodded vigorously.
"R-right. You call me sis so casually... I should treat you like a husband too."
"If you have a preferred title, just say it."
As she pondered my follow-up, I picked up my chopsticks. Whatever, fast eating is best. While piling various dishes onto her plate and filling my own belly, she finally looked up, done thinking.
"I'd love to call you mae or rang like usual, but as Little Cult Leader, I must consider my dignity. You can keep calling me as before."
"And what about you?"
"More importantly, what's your exact name? Myeongdo must be a Mudang Taoist title. I'll decide after hearing it."
Fair point—I was joining Cheonma Singyo now. No more bumpkin names like Myeongdo.
"My given name from my parents is Kang San."
"Kang clan?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
After a moment's thought, Dokgo Hwaryeon fidgeted, ears red, and spoke.
"Since you call me sis, I'll call you San-a in reference. What do you think?"
The "a" she added wasn't for a person—it was baby talk. To outsiders, it sounded neutral, but between us, it meant "baby." Babyyy.
I'm losing it. So fucking cute.
The Little Cult Leader, blushing with somewhat vacant eyes, acting all cutesy out of nowhere. Screw marriage—I wanted to pounce right then, but restraint. Noticing her own embarrassment, she fidgeted; I nodded.
"Sounds good. Feels like our little secret... but isn't it too bold?"
Teasing her with a grin made her eyes narrow sharply.
"You don't like it?"
Oh god.
Asking my opinion, then acting like a threat. I quickly grabbed her hand on the table.
"Just worried about your dignity as Little Cult Leader. Rang, ga, whatever—I'm fine with anything."
As I gently scratched her palm, her eyes softened, and she smiled.
"Don't worry about that. Who'd dare interfere with my choices?"
She snorted dismissively. I released her hand and resumed eating. To divert her longing gaze, my chopsticks danced over her bowl nonstop.
Contrary to my fears, our reunion ended warmly. In her room, my martial uniforms gradually multiplied ahead of the wedding—while the number of shrine maids dwindled.
"The Little Cult Leader and Vice Military Officer will now dine!"
Standing blankly beside Dokgo Hwaryeon, a servant bellowed, and the doors opened as we entered the grand hall.
Thud. Thud.
Matching her steps in harmony revealed the hall packed with countless cult warriors and division leaders—unlike the meeting I'd attended. Today was the official reveal of me as the Little Cult Leader's consort to the mid-to-high-ranking members, while explaining our upcoming offensive on the Central Plains martial world.
Rumors must have spread; some veteran division leaders eyed me curiously. To them, I was the new boss—their type needed assessing.
You little shits.
I followed Dokgo Hwaryeon to the throne area as before. Once all mid-rankers except Cheonma gathered, immense pressure began emanating from the entrance.
Grrrrumble.
The hall shook under the massive aura; stone pillars crumbled to dust with thunderous roars.
Thud. Thud.
Human footsteps, yet they echoed like boulders tumbling off a thousand-foot cliff.
As a figure slowly appeared, everyone in the hall prostrated instantly.
"""Ten thousand years! Ten thousand years! Heaven and earth eternal!!!"
Elders and high-rankers didn't need to bow fully, so I watched from beside Dokgo Hwaryeon.
Father-in-law, you're a beast.
Cheonma sauntered leisurely, facing the mid-rankers who bowed deeply. His gaze turned to me; I smiled and nodded back.