Pot, stove, wooden bed, chairs—the basic amenities were all there.
A long time had passed… Yelu grabbed his hair, letting him fiddle around down at her lower belly.
“It’ll be quick.” “I need to scan you. It might have some adverse effects on your body, but…”
“Mmm… it’s okay, Prince, it’s okay.”
“Ugh… uhh, it feels… a little weird.”
After the scan, the Prince curled a smile and tousled her hair again, his doting obvious.
“You’ve improved again.”
She clenched her fists against her chest, pretending to be happy, but her emotions were actually churning wildly.
The residual warmth faded.
“The baby’s safe.”
“Th-thank goodness.”
Unfortunately, as a succubus, she couldn’t muster much instinctive maternal love.
That was probably true for most succubi.
She was hungry.
She wanted to act spoiled, tug at his hand and press it to her chest, but he pulled it back and answered some communication device that had appeared from who knows where.
She bit her lip, displeased…
“Wei Jialan? What… the Demon King has awakened? No, no, no, that has nothing to do with me. Hang up. My adorable Lady Yelu is injured, I don’t have time.”
The Prince said it with irritation, hung up, crouched down in front of her, and slipped back into his previous state.
“Here you go.”
“If it gives you a sense of security.” His long arm proactively pressed against Yelu’s chest.
Yelu didn’t know what to do.
“Didn’t you want a hug? Lady Yelu, if doing this gives you a sense of security.”
Shame. She shoved his arm away.
“N-no, it’s not that!”
The Prince withdrew it, putting on a puzzled look.
“My little wife really is hard to understand.”
Yelu refused to back down. “Right, you’re the hardest to understand, okay!”
It felt intense.
But that casual mention of “little wife” made her body run hot.
Speaking of which, the two of them weren’t even married yet, weren’t even in a relationship, and he was calling her his wife?
She used to be a man, and being called a wife was a first.
The Prince didn’t seem to care, saying outright, “Let’s get married.”
His eyes were clear.
“We probably won’t have many chances to go back after this.”
“Mmm… okay.”
“People…”
The first thing he brought up was marriage, unexpectedly.
Yelu had nothing to be shy about. After a moment of surprise, she obediently nodded.
Marriage… if nothing had gone wrong, it would have happened nine days ago, on the stage her parents had built.
Now that it was brought up again, she felt a little regretful—she couldn’t wear the wedding dress the Prince loved most, there was no ceremony, and she couldn’t see the affectionate look in his eyes.
“Thank you, Lady Yelu. I’ve heard… when a woman marries, she devotes her whole life to him, so… I’ll treat you very well.”
After saying that, the Prince knelt on one knee, rummaging through his storage space, shifting things around, even pulling out a toothbrush once.
Finally, it was a pink ring.
Yelu sat on her little stool, rubbing her legs together, averting her gaze, pretending to know nothing.
Yelu knew what he was about to do next, and it was… really embarrassing.
“Give me your hand.”
“Mmm… Prince? What are you doing?”
Because it was awkward, she couldn’t just stare at him, right?
Pretend not to know, pretend not to know…
The Prince’s thumb pressed against her left knuckles, forcing her hand upright.
Before she could even extend it, he grabbed it, leaning in close.
“Do you still want this?” He pointed at the space ring taking up space at the very back.
“I want it…” Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
Of course she wanted it.
One more ring meant one more trace of the Prince’s presence.
When he disappeared, she could lick it twice and reminisce.
“Alright.”
After that, no more words were exchanged.
The Prince’s expression was exceptionally serious as he bit his lip, completely ignoring how his dark golden curls covered half his face.
Honestly, he was really handsome, just like before—a refined appearance that made people dare not trespass.
She never thought someone like him would become her spouse.
She felt her fingertip propped up as he busied himself underneath, and before long, a cool touch slid across her ring finger.
“It’s on.”
“Mmm… h-husband.”
“Then what should I call you?”
“Just… call me Yelu.”
“Okay, Yelu.”
They were married.
The atmosphere inside was too awkward, so Yelu stepped outside, grabbed a rock, and hacked at a wooden pillar.
Honestly, she didn’t feel any sense of reality.
The bad part was, the Prince followed her out before long.
He crouched behind her and wrapped his arm around her from behind, pulling her into his chest.
“So soft.”
Yelu didn’t want to turn around, only feeling his steps getting closer, and then he…
“So soft.”
It was embarrassing. He’d never been this delicate before, right?
Wasn’t he usually blunt?
Why was he suddenly playing the gentle guy…
It left her a bit unable to cope.
What kind of books did the Prince read on a daily basis to become like this?
If Yelu ever found out, she’d have to thank him properly.
Speaking of which… was this the normal way couples interacted?
No wait, were they already a couple?
Her thoughts were a bit tangled.
No… maybe it was because succubi were naturally born for swift strikes.
She had to follow her instincts… just treat this as the first meal of the marriage.
So, dinner time?
They spent the time from noon to afternoon in the bamboo forest, and she still had to marvel at the power of succubus genes.
By evening—who knew how long had passed—she sat obediently on the wooden stool, watching the Prince roast a wild boar.
What a huge boar. Even the aroma couldn’t completely cover the embarrassing smell that had lingered there before.
“Ugh…”
Every time her mind wandered, her face would heat up in an instant.
“Husband… I want more.”
“I don’t want you getting hurt.”
What?
It seemed the Prince had indeed expended a lot of energy.
After the boar was roasted, aside from coming over to feed her a single bite mouth-to-mouth, he devoured an entire leg by himself.
Of course, the mouth-to-mouth feeding was Yelu’s request.
She’d even specifically asked him to chew it up before feeding her, so she could absorb more nutrients.
Soon it was time for a bath and sleep.
Yelu was taken by her husband to a nearby stream for a quick wash, then they returned to the wooden bed.
Lights out, door shut.
The usual pre-sleep kiss routine, same as always.
The Prince was too exhausted to hold back, but Yelu couldn’t take it. She was a succubus, after all.
It wasn’t until her eyelids were heavy and drooping that Yelu finally lay sprawled across his firm chest, using his arm as a pillow, still unable to stop herself from touching his abs as she drifted off.
Ugh… she was so perverted. She used to be a man too, so why was she always so interested in stuff like this!
No, her psyche was too twisted—she had to punish herself! She’d… she’d punish herself by not touching today.
No… she couldn’t hold back!
“Ahh~”
As she squirmed around, Siye suddenly caught her restless little hand and bit it hard at his lips.
Actually, it wasn’t that hard.
He opened his eyes, dark circles under them, looking even more exhausted than Yelu.
“Ugh… that hurts.”
“Sorry. I thought I was biting pretty lightly.”
“Mmm…”
He hadn’t even drawn blood, so of course it didn’t hurt.
Siye didn’t say anything.
With quick, rough movements, he pulled her soft body tightly against him.
Yelu was completely wrapped in his warmth.
“Husband… it’s so hot.”
“Bear with it.”
Ah, so dominant!
Midway, she instinctively tried to raise her hand to cover her mouth, but couldn’t lift it—her hand was pinned behind…
She’d have to be obedient tonight. Was this the Prince slipping back into his serious mode?