Come Back Safe, My Husband
“Come back safe, my husband.”
“When I come back from studying abroad, that's when we'll get married.”
Bianca's mind went blank at the sudden declaration.
“Let's do it—get married.”
It felt like everything had frozen solid.
“Us... married...?”
“Yeah, Bianca.”
She met Carlyle Schultz's unwavering gaze, brimming with certainty. Unthinkingly, Bianca glanced down at the stiff papers clutched in her hand. The words Marriage Registration jumped right into her line of sight.
This was no joke. No prank.
Carlyle had said similar things a few times before, but never so concretely, so definitively.
Yeah, marriage. He's really saying we should get married...
Bianca quickly realized this wasn't some vague promise for the distant future. This was real. Sincere. A future that would be set in stone the moment she accepted it.
Time and space seemed to halt in that instant. That's how it felt.
She had occasionally imagined someday being tied to him forever. After all, Carlyle was the only man in her life.
Right. That's why.
So if I ever...
It was awkward, embarrassing even. But if she were to marry, it would naturally be Carlyle Schultz. She'd thought that subconsciously. Vaguely. I wonder if it'll turn out like this someday.
“Let's get married.”
There wasn't a flicker of doubt in Carlyle Schultz's golden eyes.
But in truth, Bianca easily picked up on how he was trembling. Yeah, he was shaking.
Because she knew him so well. Because she loved him so much.
Excitement. Overwhelm. Bianca spotted those emotions filling Carlyle Schultz's golden gaze.
Wasn't he trembling with that dreamlike sensation of stepping into the future he'd always envisioned, yet somehow detached from reality?
Yeah, Carlyle...
Bianca knew what his long-held dream was.
They'd been lovers for over a year now; there was little she didn't know about him.
Carlyle Schultz's dream was to build a happy family with the person he was fated for. A longing from childhood.
It wasn't strange at all. For an orphan like him, craving family was only natural.
And that pity had led her to make a resolution once.
From now on, I'll treat him better... be good to Carlyle.
That decision suddenly resurfaced in her mind.
So she understood exactly what his words—his marriage proposal—meant.
Honestly, she'd even anticipated a moment like this someday, but—
“Tell me, Bianca. You can wait for me, right...?”
This is... beyond anything I imagined...
It far exceeded her expectations. Because she knew the resolve behind his words.
She had become his dream now.
Her heart swelled abruptly. At the same time, an inexplicable lump formed in her throat, leaving her speechless.
But without realizing it, she slowly nodded.
“We'll get married, right...?”
Once again, just like before. Embraced in Carlyle's arms, breathing in his wonderful scent. His low, gentle voice made her nod repeatedly.
“...Yeah, with you.”
Still, the thought of being apart from Carlyle grew stronger. She didn't want to let him go.
And when he slipped a new ring onto her finger, Bianca couldn't help it—her vision blurred.
Idiot, dummy...
She didn't need stuff like this. He was all she needed.
It hit her so hard. Tears like chick peas welled up in her pretty amethyst eyes.
“You jerk, you bastard... Fine, just go.”
Her girlfriend was crying. Bianca Shama was crying. She was undoubtedly the most precious person in the world to him.
Carlyle panicked at first, felt a pang in his chest, but then he chuckled softly.
“...Why are you crying, Bianca?”
To be fair, they weren't parting forever. He wasn't thrilled about leaving either, but studying abroad wasn't such a big deal. They could meet in between.
Yet here was his girlfriend Bianca, bawling her eyes out over a temporary separation. Realizing again just how much she loved him made him smile involuntarily.
“...You're smiling?”
Bianca shot him a resentful glare.
“I don't want to send you off, but I can't stop you...”
That's why the tears. With Carlyle showing this much resolve, holding him back would just make her look pathetic.
No, actually. She couldn't hold him back even if she wanted to.
How could she cling to him selfishly when he was going for his career, for their future?
She'd known that for a while now.
Smoothly, Carlyle's thick fingers wiped away her tears. Accepting the touch quietly, Bianca steeled her resolve.
Puppy. Marriage papers. Both were great, of course. Perfect gifts to soothe her, from that Carlyle guy.
But something... something felt a little lacking.
She figured it out quickly.
...I need a little more certainty.
A memory neither could erase from their minds. Something that felt like an established fact.
Honestly, lately she'd been aware of it. That feeling.
Isn't it fine now? We're adults, after all...
She and Carlyle had spent good times as lovers, their trust rock-solid. But there was still one line they hadn't crossed together.
Crossing it tonight would give her that certainty. That she and Carlyle were completely bound to each other, inseparable.
So Bianca said it.
“...Mark me before you go.”
A judgment straight from instinct. Her voice came out small, following the flow of her thoughts.
To Carlyle's puzzled expression, she ended up shouting her true feelings.
“Leave your mark on my body—!”
She meant it. Completely. Even if Carlyle disagreed tonight, she wouldn't back down.
There was context. And Carlyle Schultz was no fool.
Of course, it didn't click right away.
—Leave your mark on my body...!
It took his brain a moment to process the bold statement's meaning.
Only one conclusion surfaced. Just one.
Don't use protection. That's what she meant.
Even the shameless Carlyle flushed at the audacity of the demand.
“B-Bianca...?”
Was he right? Did she really mean that?
But no matter how he thought about it, yeah. Her eyes screamed sincerity.
“Don't dawdle.”
Now she was even closing her eyes. Carlyle Schultz panicked.
He couldn't help it.
This seductive woman...
What was he supposed to do?
It was absurd. She was usually so innocent, but these occasional glimpses of seductiveness, her sly words and actions—they drove a man insane.
“...Do you know what you're saying?”
After a deep breath. Carlyle Schultz asked.
She opened her eyes and answered firmly.
“Of course I do. There's nothing we can't do, right?”
Serious eyes paired with provocative words. She was embarrassed too, judging by how she ducked her head, ears turning red as she mumbled,
“...You gave me the marriage papers. Just take responsibility, dummy.”
Her words were bold, but her eyes seemed to ask if he was sure. Carlyle Schultz realized.
...Yeah, she's right.
He'd given her the marriage papers. His resolve was already set.
And with Bianca pushing like this, he was at his limit.
“Don't regret it.”
“I wo— mmph!”
Suddenly, he captured her breath with his lips.
His strong arms pulled her delicate body close.
Bianca Shama's saliva tasted sweet. Addictive.
Carlyle had no intention of hiding his desire.
Once, twice, then endlessly. He devoured her soft, plush lips.
She had no idea how he'd held back. The turmoil every time their bodies pressed together, every time they made love. As a man, he was swept by impulses.
Honestly, he wanted to go all the way, make Bianca Shama completely his.
But he'd restrained himself with reason so far.
But I'm still...
Yeah, not yet. He hadn't settled down. It wasn't time.
Pregnancy before marriage? Bad looks from others, especially from her strict father-in-law Maximilian—he might grab him by the collar.
Plus, asking Bianca's feelings felt awkward, and truthfully, he was a bit scared.
What if no protection led to a sudden baby?
Carlyle felt a vague dread. He couldn't imagine becoming a dad, a parent.
So, for his lifelong dream of a happy family—now with real possibility—he'd been extra cautious.
His girlfriend Bianca was too precious to risk.
He'd planned to hold out until marriage.
But now, Carlyle set that aside. He couldn't anymore. Sorry, Father-in-law.
But your daughter Bianca Shama is too lovable. You get it, right?
Pretty, cute. So much aegyo. Clinging, bawling, then seductive provocation demanding his resolve.
But Carlyle knew. Bianca Shama wasn't the type for casual teasing. She meant it.
With her true desire clear—needing certainty—things were decided.
In moments, the space between them ignited.
Lips rubbed, breaths tangled.
Lost in kisses, when their lips parted briefly, a silvery thread stretched between.
Admiring her delicate features up close, Carlyle Schultz murmured,
“...I love you, Bianca.”
“Yeah, me too...”
Kisses resumed. Meanwhile, clothes scattered around the sofa.
Today, Bianca wore pure white lingerie. Lace trim made it adorably cute.
“...So pretty. Incredibly.”
She always shrank back at words like these. Bianca Shama blushed whenever he called her pretty.
No hint of rejection, though.
Gently, he unhooked her bra.
His heated gaze lingered on her flawless white breasts, the pretty pink nipples, before his lips softly enveloped one.
This is mine.
His gentle lip movements hid a persistent hunger.
“Ahh...”
A deep moan escaped immediately. But Bianca pulled his head closer.
Following her lead, he suckled slowly. Her nipple stiffened in his mouth.
“C-Carlyle...”
“Feels good, Bianca...?”
Of course, a small fist punched him in reply.
Chucking at her shyness, Carlyle caressed her wetting folds with one hand.
Slick fluid seeped through the delicate fabric.
A year together. They knew every sensitive spot, every pleasure.
Chuu, chuu—
Bianca grew bold too. She pressed her lips to his chest, his firm muscles.
Like foreplay, leaving marks here and there, then wrapping arms around his neck for a deep kiss.
“Ahh, haa...”
Kisses blurred her mind. She felt his hands everywhere—her hollow collarbone, small round shoulders, smooth navel, inner thighs.
Chuu, chuu—
Feeling his lips claim every inch like territory marking.
“...I love you, Carlyle.”
Bianca whispered too. She'd say it one more time than him today. That was her resolve.
By the time wet sounds echoed from below, Bianca realized her clothes were gone.
Her body lay on the soft bed. Carlyle was lost in it too, just like her.
That might hurt...
His manhood fully erect. A low voice reached her.
“...No condom tonight.”
A shiver ran through her. Hesitating, Bianca nodded slightly.
They'd always used protection. Except ambiguous bathroom heats, always condoms. Even bare, he'd finish outside.
But tonight. Their unspoken agreement might break.
It was her demand, though. Bianca nodded and kissed his cheek.
Then whispered in his ear,
“...Yeah, come inside.”
The room's air burned hot.
Never had they felt each other this deeply.
Bathroom rushes without condoms differed from this. From the start, no barriers—this was their first.
“Haa...!”
Bianca moaned at the filling presence. Carlyle groaned at her soaked, clenching warmth.
“Ngh, Bianca...”
Even then, their eyes locked only on each other.
Hot yet warm. Desire and joy in each other's gazes.
Finally, completely one.
Truly joined, no reservations. Naturally, lips met.
Craving breaths. As Carlyle moved his hips, Bianca's moans heated up.
“Mm, mmpf—!”
All swallowed in kisses. Tingling nerves raised goosebumps. Soft feminine curves meshed seamlessly with hard male muscle.
Pinned under his solid frame. But Bianca loved it all.
“...I love this, Carlyle.”
This pinned sensation felt good for another reason. Because it was Carlyle Schultz. Because she loved him.
Only him. Peace washed over her. She leaned on him.
Dependent on the man who made her a woman.
So, I... really love you.
Too much to part.
“Don't cry, Bianca.”
When had she started? Touching her eyes, wetness.
“Makes my heart weak.”
Movement paused. Carlyle stroked her hair gently.
Tears burst free.
“...Crying makes you less pretty.”
His face sorry, heavy. Bianca froze.
Realizing she couldn't do this.
She wiped tears furiously, hugged him tight. Rubbed her face on his broad chest, then said,
“...I'll do my best. Even without you, Carlyle.”
Not a full goodbye. Just months or a year apart.
Why am I so dramatic...?
Self-reproach, but Carlyle was that important.
She was a woman now. Her life as Bianca, her identity—Carlyle made it.
Absurdly reliant, loving him. She'd struggle without him.
It'll be tough without you, but...
Still, as his girlfriend, she wanted to support him.
It was set, for their future. She didn't want to burden him.
So Bianca said,
“...Promise me. You'll visit often. Or it's okay if I come to you.”
She needed reassurance.
“Yeah, I promise.”
Only then did movement resume. More intensely than usual, devouring each other.
“Haa, haa! Mm, ngh...”
Thrusts made her thrash in pleasure. Carlyle fervently, persistently, gently marked her body.
Chuu, chuu—
Kiss marks, then her weak pull drew him—Bianca loved kisses.
Understanding, Carlyle overlapped lips again. No letting them swell tonight.
Devouring breaths, he sank deeper, slower into her molten core.
“Ahh, haa...!”
Foam at their junction. White cream-like fluid clung below.
Sweat beaded on her sleek abdomen, his firm one.
Sticky, but no disgust—pure pleasure. Emotionally fused, minds reeling.
Her sweet scent, reactions blurred his senses.
“Bianca, inside you...”
Carlyle groaned. Tight walls gripped relentlessly, breath hitching.
Slick fluids made it impossibly soft, warm, melting. Hips sped instinctively.
“W-Wait... feels too weird...!”
Her dishevelment from thrusts, seeking lips again—all instinct.
Inside tonight...
Bianca pulled away, whispering,
“I-Inside...!”
More a stifled moan.
“Haa, ngh...!”
Must be inside. Certainty was excuse. She knew he wouldn't cheat.
But before he left, cross the last line.
Only then could she accept herself as fully woman without him.
Truthfully, just love. Wanted him barrier-free.
Desperately, she whispered,
“Your girlfriend's inside... right? Carlyle.”
Pleading voice. Slim legs wrapped tight.
Head-spinning. Carlyle couldn't hold back.
Yeah, inside.
As Bianca wished. Pour all desire.
He kissed her hotly. Fingers interlaced, hips worked hard.
Stamina waning. Climax surged.
Her body everywhere soft, lewd—intense stimulation.
Her lower abdomen spasmed.
“Ahh, haa, ngh, Carlyle...!”
Her delicate curves quivered.
Sweat rained on his brow, arms.
Normally pull out now, but he thrust deeper.
And that was it.
“...!”
Moans trapped in kiss. Pressed tight, they peaked together. Carlyle released deep inside.
Lying side by side, still joined. Lingering afterglow, more kisses, more inside releases.
Even he thought it lewd. Felt sorry, wiped her body.
—Can't do more...?
Seduced, three, four times. Would clean anyway.
As she wanted, overwriting marks.
She called him oppa, baby. Used formal speech sometimes.
Scolded during breaks for weird demands. But Carlyle loved it.
Till dawn, countless times.
—...Carlyle, I love you.
—I love you more.
—No, I...
Silly fight, then clung tight, passing out.
“What's this memo?”
Next day, seeing the neighbor's note, mortified. Face red, stomping—another story.
Carlyle Schultz left for abroad a month later. Another story.
They sweet-talked another month, but farewell neared.
Hand in hand to the station.
“Don't cry, Bianca.”
Tried holding back, failed. Nose stung, vision blurred. Vowed no tears, but bawled.
“...Can't you really not go?”
Clung like a child, tears flowing. Foolish words again.
Shaking head, corrected,
“...Pretend you didn't hear. Slipped out.”
Couldn't beg him to stay. Didn't want to weigh him down.
Tears held, but forced weird smile.
“Cheat and you're dead?!”
Forced joke. Send him off smiling.
“Me, leave you?”
Carlyle chuckled, hugged again.
“Wait for me, wife.”
“Sudden concept?”
“Caring husband concept.”
Secret from parents, but legally married. Submitted papers.
Bianca giggled inevitably.
“Caring? Just cheesy.”
“So, hate it?”
Train incoming. Horns, announcements.
“...No, love it.”
Mumbled, fidgeted lips.
—Please board the train.
Carlyle really leaving.
Regretful, kissed forehead, hugged.
“Text when I arrive. Eat dinner properly.”
No need for I love you. Obvious.
But turning, Bianca grabbed him. Tears broken again.
Chuu—quick kiss. On tiptoes, no wipe, smiled brightly.
Pondered words, recalled Shasha's nickname.
Playful, but never thought she'd say it. Or maybe she knew.
“Come back safe, my husband.”
Cr cheesy, but playing along.
Carlyle smirked, understanding.
Waved as he receded. Till train vanished, then sobbed fully.
Carlyle gone, new season came.
Second-year Bianca told parents she'd marry Carlyle this year.
Naturally, chaos ensued.