I Don’t Want To Be The Hero’s Wife – Chapter 004

“Spread them properly. I need to check if the cum went in well.”

“Why do you even need to check that…?!”

“It’s part of the treatment process.”

Anark looked down at the woman who had just held him inside her, as if admiring a display. For something he claimed was medical, his gaze was far too dark, almost ominous.

Her buttocks, having been slapped by his hips, were flushed red, and her swollen clitoris was visibly engorged.

The hole, unable to fully close after failing to contain all of his cum, pulsed faintly like it was breathing. From the look of it, she might as well have been living off nothing but a man’s semen instead of proper meals.

“Hnnngh…”

“Maybe I should make my cock even bigger. Why does it keep leaking out?”

The man, whose shaft was already thicker than Rona’s wrist, muttered with dissatisfaction.

“If it gets any bigger… it won’t fit…!”

“Then try swallowing properly with your lower mouth. You can spit, so why not swallow?”

“How am I supposed to do that…?!”

Rona cried out, face crumpling at the absurdity of his logic. In response, Anark patted her backside lightly, as if soothing a child.

“Do your best. The priest said it, remember?”

Anark pressed his cheek against her thigh, slick with cum, and murmured.

“The more of my cum you take in, the more your illness will improve.”

And he wasn’t wrong.

Rona’s illness was an unusual one. The way it developed, and the way its progression was delayed, were both far from ordinary.

‘Kama.’

It was one of the rare diseases passed on to humans by a creature… a monstrous being known as a “creature.” What symptoms it caused depended on the individual, and the intensity of pain shifted from day to day.

‘I think today it was the ribs…’

She vaguely remembered feeling a sharp pain in her ribs, just before she’d registered that he was going down on her.

Before that, it had been her heart. And before that, her head.

Because the location of pain changed constantly, no medicine or surgery could treat it. The only way to survive was to house a concentrated essence, imbued with divine power, within the body.

And the one who possessed that power…

“Just by holding my cum inside you, the pain disappears… so you shouldn’t let it go to waste like this.”

It was her husband.

The cum smeared on her thigh lost to gravity and began trickling back down between the cleft of her rear. The man naturally leaned in and licked it up with his tongue.

It didn’t feel like he was simply licking it away… rather, it was as if he were deliberately spreading it across her skin, smearing it over every inch of her.

Rona shut her eyes tightly, unable to watch the way his red tongue traced lewd paths across her body. The pain she had felt earlier in her sleep had long since vanished from her senses.

Just as Anark had said, when Rona carried his cum inside her, she was freed from the pain.

But it wasn’t a complete cure.

The essence infused with divine ether could prevent a person infected with Kama from feeling pain and keep the disease from worsening…

But it wasn’t a fundamental solution.

If she didn’t carry Anark’s cum inside her, Rona would be left to writhe in endless pain. So in that sense, what Anark called a “treatment act” was undeniably true.

But still…

“There aren’t many in the Empire who possess divine ether.”

Why did it have to be him who carried that power?

“You have to choose between the High Priest and me… but you’re not really going to let that shriveled, stinking old man’s limp dick be the one buried in here, right? Am I wrong?”

Why him, of all people…

Rona looked up at Anark with tear-filled eyes.

The man’s face didn’t look like that of someone whose wife had just asked for a divorce. He looked more like a noble enjoying a depraved party. A cold-hearted man who, with an elegant face, toyed with a woman and seemed unlikely to take any responsibility.

There wasn’t a trace of worry or concern for his ailing wife in that face. Only obsession. Only desire.

“…Why aren’t you answering? Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking of swallowing that old man’s filthy, stinking cum?”

Rona bit her lip hard and turned her gaze away.

Answer me, Rona. His voice pressed from above, urging her, but Rona said nothing. She didn’t want to answer.

You can’t even stay alive without me, and yet you seriously want a divorce?

That’s what it felt like he was asking her.

The answer was already obvious, and yet he was forcing her to confront the miserable truth of her reality, and that made it all the more wretched.

As Rona’s nose began to flush red, Anark’s face slowly turned cold.

He stared at her lower half like he might devour it, then bit down on her thigh.

“Ah!”

Startled by the pain, Rona instinctively looked up at Anark. His gray eyes gleamed with a sinister blue light, warning her.

“Maybe I should ruin this place… so you don’t even think about letting another man’s cum inside.”

“W-what? What are you saying…”

The threat that followed was chilling.

“Or maybe I should stretch it out so wide you can’t close it anymore. Then you’d be too embarrassed to show it to anyone else.”

With rough, calloused fingers, he spread her soft folds apart. As he yanked the flesh wide open, her entrance was pulled taut.

The tender, red inner flesh cried out in pain, unable to withstand his force.

“……!”

Rona’s face turned pale.

Looking into his eyes, she realized he was serious.

She’d heard rumors that he once killed a creature barehanded. If someone like that put his strength to her flesh… how easily could it tear?

As Rona’s trembling eyes met his, his mist-colored gaze shimmered darkly, like a heavy fog settling in.

“Say it. Or should I really tear it apart?”

Anark’s rough, cracking voice felt like a final warning. The overwhelming fear pushed aside any lingering resentment. Rona quickly clutched at Anark’s uniform.

“W-wait, no! No!”

“No, what.”

“Another man… another man…”

She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. Though fear had made her grab him, she was too embarrassed to say something so obscene out loud.

Anark slapped her backside sharply, as if to snap her out of it.

“Ah…it hurts…!”

As the stinging sensation flared up, Rona squirmed, but Anark gripped her rear tightly and scolded her.

“You’re not a child anymore. So why can’t you finish your words?”

“Hhic…”

“Say it properly. Rona.”

At his unrelenting pressure, Rona sniffled, face twisting in shame. Even her desperate gaze couldn’t move him.

“Say it. Clearly.”

The irritation in his voice made it clear, if she didn’t answer properly, he wasn’t going to stop.

“Hnngh…”

It felt like she was going to be torn apart down there. The dull ache and stinging pain finally made Rona tremble and mutter the humiliating words.

“C-cock… cock… f-fluid…”

“What?”

“I-I won’t take… anyone else’s cock… f-fluid…”

A sob escaped her as tears streamed down. Whether it was from shame or bitterness, even she didn’t know. Anark looked at her face for a moment, then finally loosened his grip.

“You won’t let any other bastard put his dick in here?”

“……”

“Answer me.”

“……!”

Smack! His hand came down hard on her backside again. Before it could strike a second time, Rona hastily nodded.

“Y-yes! I won’t! I swear!”

Clinging to Anark, her face twisted in desperation, she pleaded. Her backside felt painfully swollen… any more hits, and she wouldn’t be able to sit for days.

Anark finally eased his hand and gently rubbed her bruised rear at the sight of her desperate eyes.

“Uuh…”

“See? You’ve got no real solution, so why do you keep bringing up divorce?”

At his words, Rona’s eyes welled up again. Yet Anark remained firm, voice unwavering.

“You only have one option, and it’s me. Understand?”

His voice was dogged, like he meant to drill it into her.

And just like someone who’d been conditioned to only nod in agreement, Rona unknowingly bowed her head. Only then did Anark’s expression ease, just barely.

As if offering a reward, he lowered his face again.

“There. Good girl.”

“Ah… don’t say that while you’re down there…!”

To her, it felt more like a punishment.

“Oh? Really don’t want me to? Yet you can’t keep your legs still because it tickles so much?”

His voice, like an invisible vibration, seemed to ripple through her flesh. The breath hitting her already sensitive spot sent her nerves flaring downward.

It was clear from the beginning… Anark had no intention of waiting for her answer. He extended his tongue and gave her pussy a long, slow lick.

“Hnngh…!”

Like he was cleaning a mess, he licked thoroughly, not missing a single spot between her legs. Even then, cum kept leaking out, dirtying her flushed inner flesh all over again.

“S-stop! Don’t, don’t do that…! It’s… it’s filthy…!”