Husband... please stop now...
Husband... please stop now...
-Chirp chirp
"Ughh..."
Dong Zhuo struggled back to consciousness at the sound of birds by her ear.
As her eyes opened with difficulty, she reflexively frowned.
Daylight had crept in before she knew it,
the sharp light slipping through the window telling her she had slept in quite late.
Yet,
even aware of that, Dong Zhuo couldn't easily rise.
She still felt a throbbing ache.
Not just in her belly and lower body, which had borne the brunt of it,
but through every muscle and sinew, screaming as if she had swung a sword for days.
Unable to bring herself to move, she lay there dizzily recalling the events of the night before.
A first night that had been nothing short of violent.
Without question, it was the first intimacy she had ever known, something she had longed for as a woman in love...
But faced with her "husband's" strength, far exceeding anything she had imagined, Dong Zhuo had tasted defeat in an entirely different sense.
Of course, a man who was weak in that regard...
the kind commonly called premature—naturally this was far better than that,
but still she couldn't help thinking it was too much.
The stamina of her husband, showing no sign of tiring even after she, who had clawed her way through battlefields, had long since collapsed from exhaustion.
The terrifying size and force, as though her insides were being turned over with every taunting thrust.
On top of that, the man's seed that kept pouring in without pause, long after her belly was already full.
How many times had she passed out and come to?
She had already lost count completely.
Was it only like this for her...
or had intercourse between men and women always been this fearsome? A virgin until the day before, Dong Zhuo had no way of knowing.
However, one thing was certain:
it was not going to be easy for her to handle this man alone.
'They say a woman must risk her life to bear a child... it truly seems so...'
Accepting a fact her meager knowledge had never let her grasp,
Dong Zhuo at last clearly understood why men took concubines.
And so, with those thoughts of the night before,
she gazed at her husband sleeping beside her—
at Yuan Shu's form—
and Dong Zhuo felt both a quiet fear of the storm that had passed hours ago and the joy of being a woman, allowing a faint smile to touch her lips.
Just then...
"!..."
"Ah, you... are you awake, Gonglu?... No. Did you sleep well, husband?"
She had started to address him with a familiar tone but immediately corrected herself.
Hearing this, Yuan Shu answered with a composed smile on his lips.
"Did you sleep well, my wife?"
"... Hm... hm..."
Though still new, the word "wife" made her heart flutter.
Blushing, Dong Zhuo slowly rose from her seat.
She poured water from a pitcher that had been set out.
Recognizing from the faint sweet scent that it was honey water, Dong Zhuo brought it to Yuan Shu.
"Thank you. Why don't you have a cup as well, my wife?"
"Yes, I shall."
Thus, the two greeted the morning with sips of honey water.
Waking up together the moment they opened their eyes, Dong Zhuo was struck anew by the reality that she and this man were now husband and wife.
Feeling inwardly proud, Dong Zhuo emptied her cup.
However...
"...?"
Suddenly, Yuan Shu's figure caught her eye.
The moment she saw, through his thin clothing, that immense thing that still looked exactly as imposing as the day before, Dong Zhuo felt a deep bewilderment she couldn't control.
'Wha... what... even after all that ferocity, it's still like that?'
That object, showing not the slightest sign of flagging, still as majestic as Mount Tai.
Staring blankly at it without realizing, Dong Zhuo swallowed dryly.
But then...
"Ahem. My wife? You're staring rather intently, and it's a bit embarrassing."
"Ah..."
Belatedly grasping that she had been staring at it too openly, Dong Zhuo blushed and averted her gaze.
At that moment.
"Were you that hungry?"
"Y... yes?"
"Heh. I see. And here I was, just starting to heat up again from looking at your expression."
"! N... No. W... wait... mph!"
Before she could retort, her husband's advances began again.
Dong Zhuo, engulfed by a mixture of momentary confusion and a feeling that wasn't entirely unwelcome,
simply surrendered herself to the flow Yuan Shu led.
And
"Ugh... urk... haah..."
As a result, on the second day of her marriage, Dong Zhuo ended up unable to leave the bridal chamber.
With the thought that she might genuinely die if she wasn't careful...
'Ah... I can't go on... like this...'
*
"Huuuh..."
I leaned back in my office chair, leisurely sipping my tea.
A week had already passed since the wedding,
and with the honeymoon drawing to an end, I needed to return to duties soon. Still, my mood was incomparably lighter than it had been just a few days ago.
"My lord, you look in excellent spirits. Is marriage that good?"
"Of course it's good. In many senses."
I answered Ji Ling's question with unfiltered sincerity.
Truly, the pleasures of newlywed life were more blissful than I had imagined.
From spending every day together with the woman I love,
to eating meals together, going to bed together,
and sharing passion all through the night.
Above all, in a world without the internet or videos—and where even the so-called erotic picture books and writings were pathetic—
being able to freely release the sexual desire I had been suppressing all this time truly changed my quality of life in many ways.
'Even so, I seem to have overdone it. I can see Dong Zhuo growing more and more exhausted each day...'
Whether it was my innate constitution, the years of pent-up urges, or all that honey water I had been guzzling, I possessed inexhaustible stamina—literally inexhaustible.
The size down there was large, too, and when it came to the bedroom, I was displaying overwhelming stamina even against Dong Zhuo.
I had trained my martial strength to some extent myself, but honestly, considering that I was dominating Dong Zhuo, who was classified as an A+ Rank General, it didn't seem to be simply about that.
Well, the sexual knowledge vividly learned from the internet in my previous life probably helped quite a bit, too.
Thanks to that, there was no problem on my side when it came to relations with a woman...
The problem was Dong Zhuo, who had to deal with me.
-Ugh... I'm scared... scared... husband... please... no more...
-!... I-I'm sorry.
Just last night, Dong Zhuo—perhaps because it had been too intense—had ended up crying and begging like a child at the end.
That unexpected side of the iron-willed woman stirred something like a dark temptation,
but I immediately suppressed it, stopped, and apologized to her.
In the end, I fell asleep while stroking and soothing her as she sniffled in my arms.
And the next morning, right after waking up,
Dong Zhuo, looking slightly traumatized, kept bowing her head and apologizing to me with a red face.
The incident itself ended without much trouble, but it made me think that getting too carried away by lust could be dangerous.
Recalling it, I frowned to myself, thinking that burning too hot wasn't so great either.
'If Dong Zhuo is struggling that much... I should either control myself or find another solution.'
But with the fire now lit, suppressing my urges as before was not easy.
That was why I often ended up acting impulsively with Dong Zhuo without realizing it.
Frankly, the best solution in such cases, as someone once said, might be to take another woman...
But I decided to put that thought aside for now.
Even thinking about such a thing in the early days of marriage was disrespectful to my wife,
and above all, despite her hardship, Dong Zhuo was still doing her best to accommodate me. For her sake, I couldn't entertain other thoughts.
Of course, the biggest reason was still that I wanted to pour my affection fully into the woman I loved.
Then.
"Hmm... marriage... I, ah... I guess I should start thinking about it too..."
"Oh?"
Ji Ling spoke with a slightly cautious air.
Realizing anew that she, too, was of marriageable age, I asked her with interest.
"What's this? Could it be you have someone you want to marry, too, Ji Ling?"
"! Th... that's... ah... um... well..."
"Haha, what's there to be so shy about? It's not as if we've ever been that way with each other."
Seeing her blush and fluster so uncharacteristically, it seemed there was definitely something.
So, with simple curiosity and a touch of responsibility as her lord, I said,
"It's fine, just tell me. I might be able to help."
"Ah... no! I... it's fine! I'll... um... later. I'll tell you later, when the time is right."
"Really? Alright. Then tell me whenever you're comfortable."
Ji Ling's refusal was almost desperate.
Since she was speaking like that, I decided it would be rude to press any further, and ended the conversation.
Perhaps the person was a little awkward to talk about, or the relationship wasn't certain yet.
'Whoever it is... I hope it goes well. Despite how she looks, she's like a little sister to me.'
Thus, inwardly cheering on her love, I began to carefully examine the pile of correspondence waiting for my work.
*
The woman walking through the mansion in formal attire,
Dong Zhuo.
With maids following behind her, her bearing exuded the grace and charisma of the lady of the house.
"Grand Tutor Yuan is to come as a guest this evening. See to it that nothing is lacking in his welcome."
"Yes, madam."
"Also, perhaps from neglect, the rear garden has grown too bare. Send someone to plant some trees."
"Understood."
The servants bowed their heads deeply at her words.
However.
The mistress, so unhesitating before her inferiors,
Dong Zhuo,
now spoke in an earnest voice, looking at the woman before her.
"I beg you. No matter how I think it over, I do not know if this is right. Share your wisdom, you who have borne three children... Sun Jian."
"... What?"