I Healed my Husband, the Leader of the Underworld

I trembled in his embrace, my petite and fragile body gasping for breath.

  I couldn’t do anything but hyperventilate.

 If there’s one thing I learned from my husband during our last encounters on the bed, it’s the immense difference in strength between us. I could still remember how his strong grip pinned my arms down.

The pale arms of an aristocratic lady, who probably was never lifted to write even a letter, and the man’s arms that looked like they had been hardened as time passed, were ultimately different.

 The man’s strong hands touched the well-grown woman’s body that been fed in abondance and adorned with the sincerest care.

 And the price was never light.

Ignoring the spreading pain, I managed to lift my swollen eyelids, and then I saw him. I saw his firm body. Even though I tried to move my body gracefully, I was scared that I’d look stupid in front of him.

His stiff apex narrowly brushed against his pants, and beyond that, a truly obscene scene unfolded before my eyes.

It was very fast and rough.

Memories of our lips crashing onto one another flooded back in; his hot tongue forcefully parted my lips, invading my delicate mouth. It barged in, greedily asserting its dominance as if claiming its territory. The relentless sucking of my flesh made my senses numb.

After the kiss ended, he pressed his lips firmly on mine and looked down at me with his cold blue eyes. His chin was lifted like the arrogant nobleman he was, and there was madness in those eyes as he scanned the droplet of saliva running down his thumb.

Then, the firm body from that moment tightened around me once more.

Making me hold onto the reins as if it was a lifeline.

The atmosphere was intense, but it could have been my own delusion. Maybe Siegfried was just really wondering where I was going.

So, I said, “I’m going to buy some more books.”

“…….”

“I thought it would be nice to read them with Jane.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then,” he trailed off.

The hand that had been gripping my wrist moved smoothly and squeezed mine.

“Why are you shaking so much?”

“…….”

The important thing about a question with a predominated answer was not the trivial answer that was already known.

It was the intention of the person asking such an obvious question.

Siegfried’s other hand, which had been wrapped around my waist, brushed my hair to one side as if gently soothing and coaxing me. Even that gesture was not done in a hurry, it was slow and calm.

My shoulders instinctively flinched as his nose touched the nape of my neck. He took a deep breath before starting to lick the hickeys he carved on me with this same mouth.

Parting my dried lips, I felt like a tree intertwined with vines, and deeply rooted in the ground, choked by vines as I looked at the white hands holding the red reins.

Then came his low, friendly voice.

“… There’s a lot of books in the library.”

“…….”

“Is that not enough, huh?” He whispered.

“You even left the necklace you cherished so much.”

Elegantly, he tightened his grip on the situation, resolutely pursuing the vulnerable prey.

My husband’s sharp nose blade swells on the nape of my fair neck, “Why.”

His voice became even deeper.

“Did your secret meeting partner get too busy?”

“No,” I said, pushing his hand away.

My lips quivered.

“It’s just… It’s cramped.”

The arm embracing me more fiercely right now felt suffocating.

“I wanted to go outside.”

Siegfried enclosed my hand holding the horse’s reins and forced me to let it go.

“Because I feel stuffy here.”

As I repeated the words, he fully took me in his arms and carried me to my room as the employees stared at me in his embrace.

Contrary to my expectations, Siegfried carefully placed me on the bed, and knelt on one knee before looking up at me.

“You didn’t even wear shoes,” he added, caressing my feet preciously.

I thought I was walking outside in a completely sane state, but like he said, I was barefoot.

As I reached out to tend to my injured foot, he stopped me before burying his head between my legs, kissing my dress then looked up at me.

“Did it hurt?”

I blushed, knowing what he was asking.

“I like it when my wife touches me.”

He took my hand and brushed it against his cheek.

 It was a first for me.

 It was the first time I’ve touched his face like this. Still, my emotions were not easy to hide, and wherever my fingertips touched felt both tender and unfamiliar.

 It felt like I was petting a beast that could devour me at any moment, and this sensation made my hand tremble slightly.

Meanwhile, Siegfried was passionately looking into my eyes, wearing a sensual smile.

“I like it when my wife swallows me up,”

His lips slowly parted.

“And heals me. I like all of it,” He continued. “Unlike the bastards who dare to betray Roam, I can trust my wife.”

I couldn’t tell what kind of expression I had on my face.

“That’s why… I told you to save it.”

This man got on his knees before me, and yet he looked like he was arrogantly perched on the highest seat.

“For me,” he concluded as he smiled brilliantly.

He soon had a servant bring a basin full of water, and carefully washed my dirty feet with his own hands. I stared down at his black hair without saying a word as his hand firmly held my feet while the other one clumsily but carefully poured water over my wounded flesh.

After finishing his work, he lifted my feet, and bowed his head to press his lips against the wet soles. Then he tenderly wiped his hands with the towel next to him before straightening himself up and making his way between my legs.

As my body leaned backward, I watched Siegfried Roam lean towards me.

His fingers gently brushed down my fair cheek.

Gently squeezing my chin as he kissed the bridge of my nose.

 Then his breath reached my ear, ” You want to get out of here?”

Even the devil, tempting me to make a wish, was incapable of making such an entrancing voice. After hesitating for a while, I nodded, and something hot and squishy swept along my earlobe.

“Milena, feel free to walk out whenever you want,” He added, languidly moving his hips, making our skin rub against each other between the fabrics.

His voice was the only thing I could hear in the darkness of our room.

“Not as Milena Rochester, but as Roam.”

His hot lips moved towards my cheeks as he brushed his fingers across my bottom lip, making my shoulders flinch at the sudden stimulus. He held me tightly before quickly letting me go, realizing what he had done.

Then, as if trying to compensate for his rough actions, he gently nuzzled my neck, and said, “Because that’s what you’ve been doing all this time.”

His thumb pressed against my lips, and as I gasped for air, he exhaled softly, murmuring, as if reassuring me, as if to calm down, “I hope you didn’t betray me, my wife.”

His fingers ran down my neck to untie the ribbon on my chest. As the cold air penetrated through the fabric of the dress, he buried his nose into it, taking a deep breath.

I, too, took a deep breath, hoping to calm my perturbed mind.

“Shhh, it’s okay, “He coaxed, stealing my tears with his fingertips.

“I won’t do anything. Absolutely nothing, okay?”

I lifted my moist eyelashes, looking up at him, and he took my hand to make me feel his body.

I felt his chest through the taut shirt and the wrinkle-free vest. It was the chest of a man who wouldn’t be intimidated even by this Empire’s Emperor. A man who could effortlessly make Marquis Rochester, someone capable of filling the sea with gold, look stupid.

 My fingertips, perhaps one of the most sensitive parts of my body, moved slowly, oh so slowly, as if exploring Siegfried inch by inch. They gradually approached the golden buttons adorning his robe.

It felt cold to the touch.

As my fingertips quivered, he, as if encouraging, gently pulled my hand, allowing me to explore him further.

Our hands went further and further down, reaching his trousers, then his gaze shifted from my fingertips to my eyes, and when they net my scarlet gaze, his irises trembled intensely.

As my trembling hands slowly turned downward, and his prominent Adam’s apple boobed nervously. But in the end, I couldn’t gather the courage to touch IT, so I lightly grazed the spot before quickly pulling away.

Siegfried whispered, telling me that I did well, rewarding me with countless kisses on my earlobe.

Then in an instant, my field of vision changed. He sat me on his lap, embracing me in his arms, and wordlessly kissing my lips. His big hands ran down my back as his eyes stared down at me. The first kiss was short, but as things continued, it became more intense and passionate.

It’s as if he wanted to show me that color could become so intense. Was it because he had the courage to do it, or was it because he was scared that he would want more?

I leaned my head against his chest, holding my breath before looking up at him.

His blue gaze was scanning me.

And the hand that paused for a moment soon brushed slowly and affectionately down my back.

Nestled in his embrace, I thought,

I don’t want to believe it.

I didn’t want to believe that man’s heart was beating so fast because of me.

Wasn’t it last summer when he told me in his office, ‘I don’t need an heir.’

Yes, that was the deal.

There was definitely a line between us.

 It was probably my usefulness who is making such an indifferent man act like this. There was no other variable that could rationally explain this outburst of affection.

I should never let myself forget about that, or I will get hurt.

* * *

A lot has changed since three days ago.

First, my husband’s office carpet was replaced, and it was wider than the previous one.

 Jane cheerfully asked the servant why they had bought such a large one, but I knew why. The soft fur of the carpet brushed against my fingertips as my hand lingered, for an unusually long time, where the bloody liquor was spilled.

“Madam.”

When the servant spoke, I snapped back my senses and let go. Jane complimented the carpet, but grumbled, “Did brother have spent so much money on a carpet.”

 After a few moments of chatting, she turned to climb up the stairs while I stood there, looking around for a moment.

As always, everything was neat and tidy… to the point where it looked brand new. Although the mansion wasn’t shiny, the interior design perfectly showcased Roam’s chilly atmosphere that cannot be fully explained in words.

“Milena, come on!” Jane cheerfully pressed me.

The second change was that Jane’s smile had gradually returned. Her smile was too valuable to be taken away by a mere butler.

Although her grief was deep, it was temporary.

 She had a world of delicious desserts, fun books, embroidery to focus on instead of a servant. These things even made her forget her desire to run through the mansion’s large gardens, basking in the sunshine between the clouds.

So, the butler’s death was nothing more than a trivial topic to her.

“What should I wear today, hm? Should I wear an orange dress that matches my hair color, or the green dress I’ve been saving?”

“The madam will be wearing a scarlet dress today,” a voice replied.

And finally, the last change was….

“Oh, I see! Then I’ll have to wear something else,” Jane concluded.

It was the servants’ attitude.

 As Jane rummaged through the closet eagerly, I glanced at the face of the maid who had just opened her mouth. Her face was as stiff as usual, but there was a light of obedience in her indifferent eyes.

Aware of my gaze, she bowed politely, saying “If you have something to say, I’ll listen carefully.”

 The imployees didn’t talk about Alberto’s death even once after the funeral, and as if she were without emotion, this maid just bowed her head to me obediently, with eyes devoid of resentment or reproach.

“I have nothing to say.” I replied, turning my head back to Jane. Her face was briming with happiness as I helped pick a ribbon for her hat.

She was very excited about going out.

Upon hearing that Siegfried had arrived, she rushed out and showed him the ribbon I had chosen. His eyes curved affectionately as he listened to her usual chatter while I watched the two of them in silence from a few steps away.

“Going out?” He asked in a languid voice.

Jane nodded with twinkling eyes.

“I heard it from the maid. She said you were going out! I have time today so….”then, his gaze moved slowly in my direction.

It did not linger for long before he replied to Jane, who was very excited “You are partially correct.”

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t go.”

He flicked Jane’s nose with his finger.

“Stay home.”