I Don’t Want To Be The Hero’s Wife – Chapter 002

Suddenly, it felt deeply unpleasant. Something he had never felt, not even after killing someone, coiled in his chest, and it was impossible not to feel disturbed.

As expected, it might be better to restrain her limbs before becoming overwhelmed by such emotions…

Just as he was debating whether to turn that thought into action, Rona’s groan reached his ears.

“Ah…!”

Unknowingly, his grip on her leg had tightened.

The soft flesh of her thick thigh was crushed helplessly in his large hand. The way the meat spilled between his fingers looked oddly appetizing.

Perhaps her body had grown sensitive from taking in a man every day… her opening twitched even at this touch. Her pussy was soaked, like peach juice bursting from overripe fruit.

The glossy sheen made it look like it was eager to receive a man’s cock.

Anark quite liked that.

The mansion, the food, the clothes, the expensive jewelry, and cosmetics, everything bought with the money he earned.

There was a sense of elation similar to the satisfaction he felt when he had adorned her from head to toe with things he had given her.

Because of that, Anark decided to postpone what he had intended to do just moments ago. Whatever it was, hadn’t she already become a woman who couldn’t live without him?

So, for now, it should be fine.

“Ugh… First, let go of that… Let’s talk…”

“You’re too wet to be talking.”

Shouldn’t we take care of what’s down there first?

The man whispered in a low voice.

“Th-that’s because you…!”

“You’re not seriously blaming me for the way you’re dripping just from having your thigh grabbed, are you?”

At Anark’s words, Rona’s face flushed red with shame.

She tried to twist her body and pull her leg away in anger, but his hand held firm, making it look like she was just shaking her hips.

“It’s not like you’re making offerings to beg me to fuck you.”

“Hngh… Let go of me…!”

Rona whimpered, covering her face with both arms. Whether it was frustration or embarrassment, she clenched her lips and shook her head. To someone who didn’t know better, she might have looked pitiful.

But Anark read a faint desire in the redness around her eyes.

She had been sucking him off since morning, it must have been hard to resist.

“And yet, you treat your husband like a scumbag even though he’s doing everything to save you.”

Anark sat up, pressed her thighs upward with his legs, and used both hands to lift her arms. Completely restrained, Rona had no choice but to face the bluish-gray eyes looking down at her.

“I serve you every day like this.”

It’s just too much. He whispered low and brought his face closer. Their breaths overlapped as he slowly unzipped his pants.

Ziiiiiip.

At the explicit sound hinting at what was to come, Rona’s face gradually flushed.

“Whether this marriage came from your parents’ will or not, you should at least understand that I’m serious about saving you. I walk around like a fucking dog in heat every day just to keep you alive… like this.”

Thud. His dick bounced out. The thick thing slapped against Rona’s belly and sprang back up with firm elasticity.

As if she’d heard a vulgar joke, Rona whimpered, and Anark chuckled low as he suckled on her ear. His member pressed against her soaked entrance.

The rounded tip rubbed against her clitoris, urging her arousal on. His cock drooled like a hungry dog, smearing clear fluid over her wet folds.

The massive shaft had an equally large urethral opening, and the amount of fluid it produced was exceptional. As if he had already climaxed, everything below was quickly smeared and messy, as though he were claiming the space ahead of time.

“Huuugh…”

Unconsciously, Rona wrapped her legs around the man’s waist.

It was a habit ingrained by his constant training. In truth, it was her desire to quickly take in that enormous shaft.

But with a clear head, Rona couldn’t admit that desire to herself.

So even as she gripped his lower body as if begging for his cock, she whimpered, struggling to suppress the pleasure.

“Yeah, instead of talking about divorce, you should be begging for some cock juice.”

At the coarse voice whispering at her ear, Rona flinched.

In truth, her body had already reached its limit. Ever since her husband discovered her illness, they had been like animals, clinging to each other day and night.

In the cycle of repeated pleasure, her body had become so attuned that just meeting Anark’s eyes made her wet.

And now, with his body pressed against hers, it felt like she would be completely overtaken by arousal.

Everything she had learned about manners and propriety, she wanted to throw it all away and cling to him like a beast. She even wanted to abandon the thought of divorce.

As if he knew her heart, Anark whispered sweetly, like a serpent tempting with the forbidden fruit.

“Give up on the divorce, Rona.”

 

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“Hnnngh… ah…”

Their joined bodies felt like they were melting from the heat. Rona trembled, burying her head against Anark’s shoulder.

And then…

“I told you,”

“…!”

“I said I’d make sure there’s never a day your hole dries without my semen.”

With that lust-filled promise, the thing she had been dreading… and expecting… thrust violently inside her.

The massive, thick length carved its way in, stealing her breath with the sheer pressure. The weighty shaft greedily filled her to the deepest point.

“Ah… it hurts…”

“Hurt? You were the one begging for it.”

As if to soothe her whining, Anark lowered his head to her chest and bit gently. His soft lips covered her pale skin, and his thick tongue teased her hardened nipple without mercy.

He rolled his tongue over her peak, chasing it as it tried to retreat, nibbling as if savoring it, then suckled it with wet, smacking sounds like a child nursing.

“Ugh… mmm…”

Only then did a breathy moan finally escape Rona’s lips.

Anark left persistent marks on her chest, which had already been bitten multiple times. Her full breasts were now covered with his saliva and kiss marks.

Below, she was dripping uncontrollably. Above, her body was a mess, imprinted with the man’s traces.

Looking down at her, Anark’s jaw tensed.

“At this rate, you’re gonna start lactating.”

He grabbed her swollen chest firmly, burying his face in her bosom. Her soft skin and the subtle scent of her body lingered at the tip of his nose.

Apparently not satisfied, Anark inhaled deeply, as if trying to drink in every bit of her scent. The sweet, alluring smell only intensified his arousal, making his hips tighten with need.

His penis pushed in deep, as if trying to open the entrance to her womb.

“Ah…! Not there… you can’t go in there…!”

Startled, Rona twisted her hips, and the tip of his shaft slid along her cervix. The smooth, hot pressure brushing against her most sensitive point made her cry out uncontrollably.

“I have to open this up so it can be filled with cum properly.”

Anark leaned his forehead against her chest as he pressed inward, stimulating her deeply. He could feel the frantic flutter of her heartbeat beneath her skin, and a satisfied look spread across his face.

“How many times will I have to fill you before your breasts start producing milk?”

Her soft breasts shifted and changed shape under the man’s hands, being played with as he pleased. It felt like her body had become nothing more than a toy for him. To think she was doing something this indecent with the very man she planned to divorce.

Whether it was confusion or guilt clouding her, her vision began to blur.

“I’ve filled you so many times I’m practically drained… shouldn’t you have gotten pregnant by now, huh? Rona.”

“I swear some of my semen is probably still inside you.”

His gentle, coaxing voice made Rona’s lashes tremble slightly.

If he was going to tease her like this, she almost wished he’d just start thrusting wildly, but contrary to her unspoken plea, he showed no intention of moving yet.

Like a snake coiled contentedly in a warm room, he simply stayed buried deep inside her, basking in the feeling.

In truth, the man was in a rare state of good mood.

Ever since Rona’s illness had been revealed, this act had become a daily occurrence.

Maybe that was why… like a well-fed predator… he sometimes showed a strangely relaxed side.

He was holding himself back, when in reality he wanted to pound into her like an animal and leave her a complete mess… so from his perspective, taking his time with foreplay was practically an act of generosity.

‘Maybe I’ll wait until she begs for it.’

In truth, Anark wasn’t just “treating” her… he was also enjoying these intimate sessions for what they were.

The fact that his penis felt like it could burst at any moment wasn’t a problem. He could just finish and get hard again.

While Anark indulged in his satisfied thoughts, Rona was too busy blushing in shame at his raw words to notice anything else.

‘Maybe I should just finish once and go again.’

Still buried deep inside her, Anark reached down and pressed firmly against her clit.