A Different Husband Every Night (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
Semula.
He was not the god who created humans at the beginning, yet he was said to be the god who loved humanity more than anyone.
He loved humans so deeply that he wished to share everything he had with them like a parent, and thus a fragment of Semula’s power—the World Tree—put down roots upon this land.
The Leonharta Empire, situated close to the World Tree, swiftly became prosperous, and its roots gradually spread far and wide, soon bringing stability to every land across the continent.
‘Our Mew… is God Semula?’
It was utterly shocking.
Who could easily believe that the pet I’d been raising was, in truth, a god?
But then again, the fact that it spoke so fluently wasn’t exactly normal either.
“You already knew and still asked me so innocently?”
Mew scratched its nose—smaller than a fingernail—and paced back and forth with its arms behind its back.
Though, truth be told, it moved within the span of a single joint of my finger.
“…I didn’t know.”
Mew abruptly halted mid-step. Shock flickered in the hamster’s eyes.
“Didn’t you just ask me if I was human?”
“Well…”
It had just been a polite, routine remark—something like, “Let’s have tea together sometime.”
But seeing the words “Could it be I just confessed on my own?” written all over Mew’s face, it seemed best to say nothing at all.
“Mm. That’s right.”
“Ah. As expected, you’re quite the remarkable child.”
Mew murmured, “Of course, of course,” and patted its chest in relief. Then, bursting with pride, it let out a hearty “Hahaha!” and rambled on at length to itself.
“You sensed me by absorbing my power? Since when did you know? And why didn’t you say anything even though you knew? Ah, never mind. You needn’t answer. I understand. You’re a cautious child. Truthfully, I’d thought less of you than my son Elihu, but I’ll revise that. I’ll now hold you in higher regard than Elihu.”
Was God Semula really this talkative?
I stared blankly at the hamster chattering endlessly before me.
‘Is it really God Semula?’
I couldn’t decide on my own. I subtly turned my head.
Yet beside me, despite all this commotion, Rivanpel still lay in bed with his eyes closed.
‘Was he really that exhausted?’
I regarded Rivanpel, who still hadn’t woken, with puzzlement. Mew, who had been praising me nonstop under his breath, then offered an explanation.
“That boy needn’t worry you. I forced him into sleep—that’s why.”
“Forced him to sleep? Why?”
“He’s full of energy and lacks patience. Had I not put him to sleep like this, he’d surely have jumped up the moment he woke and, continuing yesterday’s momentum, started something hot right from this morning… Best not to speak of it.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. I said nothing at all. Anyway, since I’m the one who made him sleep, don’t fret too much, child.”
Mew scurried up my arm—“Bwee-bwee-bwee!”—and settled on my shoulder, patting me with its tiny arms.
“…I see you talking as a hamster is extraordinary enough, but show me proof that you’re truly the god ‘Semula.’”
Mew muttered softly, “What should I show, now?” like an old grandfather, then swiftly scampered back down my arm onto the bed.
“Nothing proves me better than this.”
Mew grinned widely and stretched out its stubby arms to the sides.
Shwoooosh!
A sacred, brilliant light burst forth, and simultaneously, delicate pink petals began drifting down from the empty air.
“Wow…”
An involuntary gasp escaped through my parted lips.
At this point, disbelief was no longer possible.
My hamster truly was the god Semula—
the one who saved this world and, at the same time, abandoned it.
“Nothing suits me, the god of life, better than blossoming flowers.”
Seeing my astonished reaction, Mew puffed up proudly and stretched its arms even wider, as if they’d tear apart.
“Ah! Ah…!”
“Hahaha! Yes! Aren’t they beautiful? In a world where real flowers are hard to come by, feast your eyes! I promised to favor you—I’ll show you all this beauty as much as you like!”
Like fireworks, dazzling lights exploded nonstop, scattering petals of every hue through the air.
Ah, no—please!
‘Stop it! You mad god!’
I alternated my horrified gaze between the short, stubby hamster laughing heartily with its head thrown back and Rivanpel lying asleep on the bed.
Unidentified petals were piling up forcibly atop Rivanpel’s slumbering body.
‘…How am I supposed to explain this when he wakes up?’
That the hamster I picked up from the imperial palace corridor was actually God Semula, and that he rained down petals joyfully to greet me?
I silently stared at my rampaging hamster, Mew, my eyes losing focus.
‘…Was he waiting for me to speak to him first?’
Seeing him so ecstatic, it almost seemed that way.
This god—
who had abandoned us—
was nothing like the image I’d imagined.
.
.
.
“…Feel better now?”
“Ahem. Indeed. It’s been so long since I’ve spoken like this—I got a bit carried away.”
“…A bit?”
I looked at Rivanpel, nearly buried under petals, with an incredulous expression.
“I admit I went a bit too far.”
Mew let out a deep “Khuuum,” took a big breath, and grunted as it struggled to shift a petal as large as its own body.
Why, of all forms, did a god have to appear so adorably insignificant?
Watching Mew, who could barely clear two petals from Rivanpel’s body despite its earnest efforts, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Move aside. I’ll clean it up.”
I swept the petals—Rivanpel’s unjust suffering—haphazardly to the side.
“Why did you have to be a hamster of all things? It’s so inconvenient to move around… you know.”
Only then did I realize I’d been unconsciously speaking informally to Mew, just as before.
Yet my companion was no longer the hamster I’d picked up days ago—he was a god.
“A god must remain hidden in greatness. In this form, I draw only modest attention; otherwise, countless humans might already be waging war over me.”
“Usually, someone else says that about you—not you yourself.”
“Who else would say it? You turning back to look at me in the corridor, and suddenly deciding on a whim to take me home—these things all happened by that very principle.”
Mew climbed onto my arm, arms folded behind its short body.
Indeed—why had I suddenly turned around upon hearing a faint “click” I normally wouldn’t have noticed? And why had I impulsively decided right then to take it home?
Now I understood—there had been a reason for every inexplicable action of mine.
“And to reveal my true form, I’d need a contractor capable of bearing it. But there’s no one who could possibly handle me… More importantly, it’s better if you speak casually. Right now, I’m in the form of a hamster—if others saw you speaking so formally to me, they’d think you mad. Just treat me as ‘Mew.’”
Actually, just talking to a hamster already makes you seem crazy.
Before Mew could retract that request to be treated as an ordinary “Mew,” I hastily addressed Semula casually.
“But Mew—why are you here? I left you in the house in my main chamber.”
This was the Empress’s palace—quite a distance from my own quarters.
At my question, Mew slapped its knee firmly in realization.
“How could I possibly sleep in that place! My back was aching so badly I couldn’t rest at all! Such a plush bed, left unused!”
“…What?”
Mother had always said hamsters should be raised that way.
Ah—right. Mew wasn’t a real hamster.
“I came to pay my respects. I dozed off unintentionally because the bed was so soft.”
“What respects?”
“I shall visit the Grand Temple briefly.”
“The Grand Temple? Why there?”
I instantly regretted asking.
After all, Mew had been the hamster I’d picked up from the hallway and stubbornly decided to raise.
If Mew truly was Semula, it made perfect sense for him to go to the priests at the Grand Temple—not stay by my side.
“A sacred ritual will soon commence. I’ll go ahead to my children there—get some tasty meat, stretch my legs on a comfortable bed, and return.”
Mew chirped gleefully, then turned to me and smiled fondly, its unfathomable eyes sparkling.
“Don’t be sad. I told you I’d be back, didn’t I?”
“When did I ever say I was sad?”
“I know you’re not used to goodbyes. That’s why, despite all you’ve endured, you’ve never fled the Lupeon Kingdom recklessly.”
Mew patted my arm with its tiny hand, as if it understood everything inside me.
“You’re a child full of loneliness—the one who fears being alone most of all.”
“When did I ever—”
“Your nights now shine brilliantly with countless stars—you need no longer fear nights swallowed by shadows.”
Mew smiled like someone—no, like a hamster—who knew absolutely everything.
“Oh! Someone’s coming. I must wake the child.”
“Wait—there’s still something I want to ask…”
“I’ve never abandoned you nor this world.”
“…!”
Mew answered my unspoken question before I could even ask it, as if reading my mind.
“Humans wish for gods to cherish their creations, love humanity, and be fair—but the gods never promised such things, child.”
“…”
“But the gods have always been beside you—and even now, right here, watching over you.”
Mew diligently scurried down the bed with its short legs—“Dodo-dodo!”
“Oh—keep my identity secret. It’s better if most people don’t know I’m here. My presence would only hasten this world’s destruction.”
“…Wait!”
I reached out toward Mew, who was dashing for the chamber door.
“The child will wake soon. And I can do nothing about his condition.”
“…!”
He truly knew everything I wanted to ask.
If Mew was a god, I’d intended to ask whether Rivanpel’s body—and all those suffering from the Ferdjach experiments—could be healed!
“Of course, with my full power, I could heal them all—but as I said, to wield that power, I must reveal myself in my true form. Thus, it’s impossible for now.”
Mew gently pushed the chamber door open a crack and, looking at Rivanpel and me with pity, flicked its tiny hand dismissively.
“Refrain from foolishness.”
Then it squeezed through the narrow gap and vanished swiftly.
“Wait…! What foolishness…? Stop right there! You have to clean this up before…!”
Just as I was about to shout for it to clean up its own mess before leaving—
“What is this?”
No sooner had Mew left than a rustling sound stirred. Startled, I whipped my head around to see Rivanpel waking up.
Sitting up, he frowned at the mound of petals covering his body.
‘Damn that god—if only he’d cleaned up before leaving!’
Now I understood—he’d deliberately ignored me and fled because he lacked the ability to tidy up!
“Is it morning already? …Did I sleep until morning?”
Rivanpel, meanwhile, looked utterly bewildered.
“Wait—what happened last night? My memories feel strange. Yesterday…”
He pressed a hand to his forehead, baffled by his fragmented, tangled recollections.
“And what are these flowers, anyway?”
Fair enough—he’d be confused. I’d been utterly shocked myself at first.
“…Teriella?”
Rivanpel alternated his gaze between the petals strewn across the bed and me, clearly asking how this had happened.
“Did you… sleep well? Good morning! Haha. We were both so tired last night that we just fell asleep as we were.”
It was a thoroughly implausible excuse—but Mew had insisted I keep his identity secret, so I couldn’t possibly tell the whole truth.
‘At least tidy up after yourself before leaving!’
Just you wait—you asked for tasty food, right? When you come back, I’ll give you live mealworms as special hamster cuisine!
“Since you’re awake, let’s call someone.”
Gritting my teeth, I stood and tugged the pull-cord.
It was clear that if we remained alone, he’d interrogate me endlessly—best to summon someone quickly.
“Teriella.”
Rivanpel called my name as he rose from his seat.
“Last night, I…”
He seemed even more disoriented than usual.
Whether it was due to his jumbled memories or simply morning grogginess, one thing was certain:
he looked strangely unfamiliar.
As Rivanpel pushed himself up from the bed, he noticed a handful of petals in his palm and tilted his head in confusion.
“…But seriously, where did these flowers come from so early in the morning?”
I had so much I wanted to say, yet no matter how hard I thought, I couldn’t find a plausible explanation.
In the end, I gave Rivanpel a painfully forced smile, tears welling in my eyes.
“…Haha. Surprised?”
Then, deliberately brightening my tone, I flung the petals from the bed into the air and laughed, “Kyahaha!”
An awkward silence lingered.
Rivanpel’s expression was uncertain—unsure whether to believe me, disbelieve me, thank me, or hold back.
At that moment—
Tap.
“Eh…?”
A flustered voice sounded from beyond the chamber door. I spun around in alarm to see maids frozen in the doorway, unable to enter or retreat, fidgeting awkwardly.
And behind them stood Jaerim, barely holding back his laughter.
‘…Damn it.’
I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut.
Mew. You little… God or not, I’ll kill you. You should’ve closed the door when you left.
It really does seem like the gods have abandoned me.
Otherwise, they’d never let something this mortifying happen.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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