Like Husband and Wife
In his youth, he had been desperate.
From the moment he arrived in the Murim world and discarded everything he had been, forging the name Jincheon for himself, every single thing had been a matter of life and death.
To grow stronger. To claim the beauties he could never even brush the hems of in the modern world and make them his own.
Unlike the typical protagonists of wuxia tales who dreamed of uniting the martial world, building vast factions, or becoming the greatest under heaven, his sole interest had been acquiring beautiful women.
Of course, the single-minded determination never to let anyone snatch his women away had kept him from slacking in his training, and so he had grown steadily stronger.
But the Jincheon who had come to this future world never threw himself into taming his newly acquired women—Calsira and Heliane—with that same desperate fervor.
Part of it was that he was already powerful enough. The greater reason, though, was that without realizing it he had been projecting the faces of his former wives onto them.
So he had left them alone, thinking this much was enough.
Unconsciously, he had assumed they would simply behave like his wives of old.
"Mmm… nnngh…!"
Heliane, collapsed onto the bed in Jincheon's arms, felt her body ignite under the fierce assault of his tongue as he bit and sucked at hers.
What set her body truly ablaze was this:
He… wants me so badly…
Up close, Jincheon's eyes burned with the raw intensity of a man determined to claim her.
"Haaah…"
When he finally pulled his tongue free, Heliane gasped for the breath that had been trapped, her tongue lolling out as a clear strand of saliva stretched between them.
Finished with the violent kiss, Jincheon buried his nose against the side of her neck.
Sniff—! Sniff!
"Nngh…!"
The rough rush of air as he deliberately memorized her scent brushed against the sensitive skin of her nape. Heliane's wing-bone arms clenched the bedsheets, enduring the shame.
No matter that it was caresses—having someone else openly inhale her scent was mortifying.
Yet Jincheon only moved lower, as if determined to reacquaint himself with every note of her body: from throat to collarbone, from collarbone into the valley of her breasts.
Lick—
"Hnnngh…!"
When his tongue suddenly flicked out and dragged through the cleft between her breasts, a sharp jolt of pleasure raced through her entire body. Heliane shuddered hard.
"A woman has to taste good in her secret places."
"Y-you pervert…!"
Lick— lick—
"Khh-hnnngh~~~~!"
"You're the one getting off on it. You don't get to talk."
Smiling at a woman's embarrassment was nothing new for him.
But the easy, leisurely smile he usually wore was gone. In its place was the savage grin of a tyrant.
This was Jincheon with the leisure stripped away—his true face.
Thrust!
"Hauuut!"
A thick, trained hand shoved between Heliane's thighs.
Two fingers plunged straight into her pussy. Jincheon adjusted his stance for maximum force and began hammering that spot without mercy.
Squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish!
"Kah-haaang!!"
Heliane cried out under an assault utterly different from anything before—desperate, relentless movements meant to break a woman completely, with not a shred of playfulness left.
"Mmph?!"
When Jincheon sealed her mouth again in a deep kiss, Heliane's four arms flew up of their own accord, clutching his back and the nape of his neck.
Squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish!!
Making her drip enough to soak both her thighs and the sheets would have been plenty, yet he clearly intended to take her all the way. His fingers only grew more violent.
"Nngh-uuuung!! Uuuuuh!!"
Splurt— spluuurt—
Under the full-force attack of a male who truly meant to shatter her, Heliane's pussy gushed like a water gun, soaking the bedclothes.
"Haaah! Haa! Hah-hnn…!"
When he finally released her tongue again, her face was that of a woman stripped of all composure by pleasure, panting raggedly.
Jincheon peeled her clinging arms away, moved down the bed, and spread her thighs wide, lifting them high.
"Kya… kyaah! Don't look!"
Her pussy, glistening and dripping with her own juices, was fully exposed.
With her lower body raised, Heliane flailed her arms in resistance—
"Tsuuup!"
"Hhaaang!"
"Tsrp! Tsrp! Tsuuup!"
—but Jincheon simply buried his face between her legs and began licking and sucking with greedy abandon.
"S-stop! Agh-uut!"
There was no leisure left in him. The all-out offensive meant to drop her completely was overwhelming.
Normally he would have teased, left gaps, played. Not this time.
I've been… coming… nonstop since earlier…! I need… to rest…!
Sluuurp!
"Hhh-hooot~~!"
Already pushed over the edge by his fingers, Heliane was given not a second of respite before being driven into climax after climax. Her moans changed.
All composure had vanished from her as well.
"Puh-huu!"
Jincheon, mouth and chin slick with her juices, licked his lips clean.
"From here on is the real game… no. I'm going to do this properly."
He tossed the word "game" out without mercy, stripped off his clothes, and freed his cock.
Usually he forced an erection artificially. This time raw excitement at the thought of truly breaking her had him rock-hard on pure natural arousal.
"Gulp…!"
Heliane knew the feel of that cock.
Hardness like iron core. Length and girth far beyond any ordinary man.
A tyrant that existed solely to make women scream.
By now a few words would have been normal, yet Jincheon said nothing. He simply gripped himself and aimed at her entrance.
"W-wait! I've been coming nonstop! Just let me rest a little…!"
Heliane begged for even a few minutes of relief for a body hypersensitive from climax.
Jincheon only shook his head.
"Sorry. I'm going to treat this like starting over from the beginning."
Schlick!! Slap!
"~~~~~~~~!!"
He drove in until his pubic bone slammed against her thighs, burying himself to the root.
No adjusting length or thickness to suit her this time—his cock in its true form.
Climax stacked on climax until her mind went white. Heliane could only choke out silent screams.
Whoosh!
Jincheon hauled her waist into his arms, settling them face-to-face in a seated embrace.
Squeeze! Slap! Slap! Slap!
He crushed her four limp arms and her entire body against him and began rocking her up and down.
H-he's serious… Those eyes… wanting me as a lover… as a possession…
Until now he had dominated her flesh while seeming to project something else onto her. Now he wanted the woman named Heliane herself.
As pleasure bleached her thoughts and the world grew distant, Heliane's body began to respond violently to those eyes that desired every part of her—body and heart.
"Aaaang! Haooooot!!"
Every thrust of his cock drove stronger pleasure through her.
Grind! Grind-grind!
His cock forced her inner folds flat and then dug deeper still, as if determined to scrape her insides raw.
Worse, every place he put force was exactly where she felt it most—her weak points.
"Th-that's cheating…! Only hitting the weak spots like that…!"
Thrust!
"Haaaang!"
"What do couples of your race call each other? Special titles? Or same as everyone else?"
Jincheon eased the assault just enough to ask something he had been curious about for a while.
"Haa… haaah… S-same… as other races…"
Some species used unique pet names between spouses; he had wondered. Fortunately there was nothing special.
"That so? Then how about this? Honey."
"Hih?!"
When he whispered the exclusive spousal endearment against her ear, Heliane felt her womb clench hard.
"Dear. Darling. Baby. Honey."
"S-stop… Don't… say that…"
She had endured the rough attacks with stubborn grit, yet soft, shameful endearments in a gentle voice produced an entirely different reaction.
Affection is her weak point.
Having never experienced romantic intimacy with anyone, these lover-like whispers were unbearably embarrassing for her.
Having found the key to making the woman Heliane his, Jincheon halted the assault and released the crushing embrace.
Instead he locked his arms firmly around her waist, rocked his hips, and began stroking her hair.
"Hah? M-my hair… if you stroke it… fuh-haaat…♥"
As he stroked and carefully released a thread of internal energy, the gentle pleasure flooding through her scalp multiplied several times over.
His cock was still thrusting inside her pussy; now pleasure from her head layered on top until it felt like her brain would melt. Cute little moans spilled out of her.
The hot male body heat.
Broad, trained shoulders.
Thick arms holding her close.
The sensations were the same as before, yet somehow different. Heliane's resistance began to evaporate in an instant.
"We're basically husband and wife already. Why not call me by a husband's name?"
"D-don't be… ridiculous… I… won't acknowledge… a man like you…"
"Really can't do it? Honey."
"Hah-nn…♥"
When he called her honey again while stroking her hair, the defiance locked into her face melted away at once.
Hmm. Something a little stronger yet still gentle… Let's try that.
A woman like Heliane would keep resisting even if the north wind flayed her skin raw.
Orobece warriors took pride in breaking rather than bending, and long years of resistance fighting had only hardened that nature.
Having confirmed it, Jincheon began conquering her with the sun.
"Ah."
He suddenly turned Heliane's head toward him and—
Kiss—
"Nngh-uuung…!"
—kissed her again.
This time not rough or violent, but soft.
Tsrp— sliip—
Soft— stroke—
He caressed tongue against tongue gently, stroked her hair in the direction of its growth, and poured affection into the kiss.
Under that solar tactic, Heliane's face began to melt as if dissolving.
"How about now, honey?"
"Haa… haaah…♥"
The venom that had let her endure so long under brutal pleasure drained completely from her expression.
Ah… no… This is… dangerous… I can't… resist this at all…
When she failed to answer, he tightened his arms around her waist even harder and kissed her once more.
This time he added the exchange of body heat to the previous assault.
"Uuuuh…"
She could no longer even moan properly.
My brain's melting…
Smooth thrusting combined with gentle affection dismantled Heliane—who had zero immunity, let alone experience, in this arena—in an instant.
The four arms that had first tried to push him away now hung completely limp, unable even to lift.
After finishing the second kiss and letting a clear strand stretch between their tongues, Jincheon gently cupped her cheek and asked again.
"Just for today we can call each other like husband and wife."
A proposal to play at marriage for one day only.
Heliane was not so far gone that she failed to see how unrealistic that was, yet—
"Yeheh… honey…♥"
—already melted by soft pleasure and caresses, she could no longer think rationally. She surrendered to the sun.
"Heh. So once you're married you use formal speech. Beneath that fierce exterior you're actually devoted. Cute."
"D-don't say it like that…"
Whether it was Orobece culture or simply that she became devoted once she accepted the bond of marriage, the Heliane whose shell had melted under the sun was a far cuter wife than expected.
Huh. This is actually turning me on?
Seeing Heliane look so adorable made Jincheon's already-hard cock swell even thicker.
Sudden excitement had him growing larger still.
Good. Then from here on, properly.
This was the true Heliane—disarmed, the real woman who lived inside the shell.
"Finally being honest, are we? Then I'll make you understand that you're nothing more than a female."
"Ah…!"
Excited by that cute face, Jincheon shoved her down and pinned her beneath him.
Thrust!
"Hhaaaang~~~"
He drove his cock down with his full weight, making the mouth of her womb and her urethra kiss.
Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust!
"Haooooooot~~~! Oooooohk~~~!"
Disarmed under the name of one-day marriage play, Heliane now accepted the pleasure honestly and began wailing like a bitch in heat.
After several minutes of relentless pounding, Jincheon—who had been holding back his climax—pressed the head of his cock hard against her womb entrance and came.
Spurt! Spurt! Spuuurt!
"Hihyaaaaaang~~~~!"
Wailing in that cute voice, Heliane instinctively wrapped all four arms around his back and head.
Her legs locked around his waist as well, squeezing so he could not pull out, taking the pleasure in the classic posture of a female who wanted it.
Looking at her like this, I can see the cute parts and strengths that are hers alone. I've been far too indifferent until now.
When he shifted the process from simply "ravish a woman and turn her into a bitch" into "discover the charms of the woman named Heliane," attractions he had never noticed before began to appear.
She was armored in a hard, sharp shell, yet inside lived a fragile, delicate nature.
And that fragility still carried the clear wound of losing her father.
Not merely making her his, but wanting to embrace that wound and heal it as well—thinking like the young man he once was—Jincheon drove his hips down again.
Thrust!
"Fuh-haaaa~~~!"
Not for mere pleasure, but to fill the loneliness inside her.