“No, that wasn’t my intention!”
Rukna’s gaze lowered to his lower abdomen and quickly came back up to his face.
By the heavens, she had no intention whatsoever of stimulating him, but he seemed to have thought otherwise. He looked like he was about to lose his breath at any moment, so why was he acting like this?
“…Pervert.”
“Thanks. It’s all thanks to you.”
Matian, who had been covering his face with both hands, retorted in a tone of having given up on everything.
His Adam’s apple slowly bobbed up and down a few times as he swallowed his words. Blue eyes stared at Rukna through the gaps between his fingers.
“But it’s okay.”
He pulled up the corner of his mouth crookedly.
Does he know that his lips become lopsided when he genuinely smiles?
“What’s okay? Becoming a pervert?”
“No. Looking at you right now.”
Matian grunted as he lifted his upper body and placed his hand on top of Rukna’s hand holding the wet cloth.
“You should finish wiping. Why did you stop?”
Despite having holes all over his body, Matian smiled with his eyes gracefully closed.
Rukna preferred that crooked smile he showed earlier over this fox-like appearance.
Who would fall for it if you smile like that? Rukna snorted.
But even seeing her like that, Matian did not change his tactics.
Inwardly curved fingertips, gaze directed at random places to avoid her, reddening ears and cheeks, restlessly wriggling lips.
It was Matian who had lived his whole life practicing expressions in the mirror.
That’s why he could analyze the meaning of these reactions faster than anyone else.
“I, I want to stop this now.”
Rukna threw the cloth and wrapped a bandage around his thigh where a long wound had formed.
She couldn’t take his pants off, so she just disinfected the wound and applied an elixir for emergency treatment.
‘By the way, is this a person or what?’
His legs were so long that his thighs only looked slender. But when she actually touched them, they were as thick as her waist and surprisingly firm.
Even though she had spent a few nights with him, Rukna had never examined his legs in such detail, so she was a little flustered.
“Rukna, your touch is lewd.”
Matian laughed as if in a predicament. As the startled Rukna turned her head, she saw his pants bulging more than before.
Eek! Rukna, who unknowingly backed away, grabbed whatever she could get her hands on.
‘A washing paddle?’
She didn’t know why it was here, but Rukna was reminded of something else from the heavy object in her hand.
Aah! She screamed as if she had seen a bug and threw the club away.
It flew in a short parabola and fell on Matian’s solar plexus.
It was a speed that he could have easily blocked.
No, he could have even cut the paddle into ten pieces in the air. But for some reason, he didn’t defend himself at all.
“Ugh!”
“Oh my gosh! Are you okay, Matian? Why did you just take that hit!”
“How could I refuse something you give me.”
“What?”
This guy, is his injury so serious that even his head got damaged?
“My heart hurts.”
Matian pulled Rukna’s hand closer to him and placed it near his heart.
His heart was pounding so fast that it seemed like it would pop out at any moment, indicating how much pain he was in.
“Rukna.”
“Oh, you said it hurts?”
Feeling the rough pulsation under her palm, Rukna sent a tremendous amount of divine power into his body.
The tattoo that amplified divine power glowed golden as it ran up from her wrist along her white arm.
Matian’s gaze unconsciously followed that pattern. It was a sight he never got tired of looking at.
Even while thinking that he wanted to ravenously devour that pattern, Matian was displeased by the fact that another man had engraved it.
As he frowned, Rukna looked at him with concern.
“How is it? Are you okay now?”
“Well.”
Although refreshing and pure energy filled his entire body as if he could fly, he gave a gruff answer.
“Why are you pouring out divine power as if you’re exorcising a demon? Did I look like a demon to you?”
“Of course not! I was worried and flustered because you said you were in pain, so I did that.”
Rukna shook both hands vigorously.
The one closer to a demon in this situation was not Matian, but herself who was having dirty thoughts.
“I’d rather you not use divine power like this when I’m not around, Rukna. You won’t be able to endure it for long if you do.”
With that, Matian hugged Rukna’s waist and buried his face in her bosom.
A gentle hand brushed through his hair.
“I’m still in pain.”
He shook his head from side to side and burrowed deeper into her bosom. As a result, her upper body slowly tilted backwards.
“Really? I think this needs to be resolved by calling a doctor.”
Rukna, who felt like she would fall flat at this rate, propped herself up on her elbows to support her body from falling backwards.
“You heal me in a different way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I read it in a book when I was in the military academy. It said that contact with someone who possesses excellent divine power can purify a tainted soul.”
The content was that the greater the love for the other person and the deeper the contact, the wider the range of divine power transmission and the stronger the effect.
Rukna also knew this.
That’s why whenever she touched Matian, she habitually prayed for his peace. Although she never told him.
“Is it not possible, Rukna?”
Matian looked up at Rukna with an earnest face.
Where did such a stiff man learn this kind of aegyo?
“You might become unhappy if you keep getting involved with me.”
Actually, she had no intention of saying such a thing. It was her hidden true feelings that impulsively popped out.
The faces of people who died or narrowly escaped death because of her flashed by like a revolving lantern.
‘This is why I said let’s meet after the war ends.’
If even Matian gets hurt trying to protect her, she probably won’t be able to endure it.
“I don’t usually believe in such superstitions either. But they say coincidence piled up becomes inevitability.”
Rukna was reminded of the fact that she looked exactly like the Black Sage.
The reason for her life’s misfortune made quite reasonable sense to her.
“I don’t want to lose any more loved ones, Matian.”
Rukna pushed his chest away. Matian, who was slightly pushed back, approached again as if to bump his lips.
“Yes, I am your Matian. And I’m the strongest Wiegratz of all.”
As Matian pushed his upper body forward, Rukna fell backwards with a thud and ended up lying on the sheet.
“I don’t submit to anyone. Remember that the only one who can kill me is you, Rukna.”
[This is the timeline separator]‘Who’s killing whom?’
Rukna clenched the sheet while lying face down.
Irritated for some reason, Matian relentlessly drove Rukna without giving her a moment’s rest.
‘Damn bastard. Where did you learn this from?’
It was impossible to make such rapid progress without receiving private lessons.
“You’re having useless thoughts again, Rukna. You have too much leisure.”
A heavy body pressed down on Rukna’s back.
Ugh, just stop it already! Rukna violently turned her upper body. Then she made the mistake of striking his face with her elbow.
Red blood dripped from his straight nose. Matian wiped under his nose with the back of his hand to check the nosebleed.
“As expected of my proud Rukna.”
He laughed very pleasantly and completely covered her back with his body.
“You’ve defeated the strongest man in the empire, so from now on, you’re the strongest.”
“Stop the nonsense… and take it easy.”
“It seems we need to build stamina together, Rukna.”
“Together, what. It’s already tough enough to train just myself, mmph.”
Rukna breathed heavily as she accepted his overlapping lips.
And so, the night in the barracks quickly grew late.
[This is the timeline separator]The next morning.
Rukna, who woke up first, checked Matian’s condition.
‘It’s a relief that he heals fast.’
Unlike yesterday when he was covered in blood, his wounds had cleanly healed.
Rukna got up to wash herself. But her skin with reddish marks was clean without any stickiness.
It seemed Matian had wiped her down while she had fallen asleep like losing consciousness.
‘He’s unnecessarily kind.’
She felt a little sorry that she, the sick person, was taken care of by him instead.
Rukna picked up the clothes that had fallen by the bedside and put them on. Then she tried to leave the barracks first while he was asleep, but…
“Where is the saint going, abandoning the man to whom she devoted her chastity?”
Matian spoke, lying diagonally on the bed.
When did he wake up! The startled Rukna turned around.
His lower half barely covered by the blanket was too suggestive to see in the morning.
“I’m disappointed. Yesterday you squeezed me dry without letting go, but I didn’t know I would be abandoned like this.”
“…I have to leave now.”
Rukna turned her back again and put on her cloak.
“Where are you going?”
The sound of Matian getting up was heard. But Rukna didn’t look back.
She didn’t want to have an awkward confrontation with him who wasn’t wearing a single thread.
“I’ve been assigned to the south. I have to leave now to not be late.”
“Let’s return to the capital together.”
Matian, who approached from behind, hugged Rukna’s shoulders and muttered quietly.
Strength entered her feet planted on the ground. Even though she was wearing clothes and a cloak, she felt as if she could clearly feel the firm body that had tormented her all night.
“Currently, the southern barracks are quite stable. The scale of clergy dispatch is also large, so your help isn’t really necessary.”
Matian kissed Rukna’s earlobe and persuaded her.
“Still, we’re in wartime, so I have to follow orders.”
“Who gave that order?”
Asked Matian, the eldest son of Wiegratz and a descendant of the hero.
In fact, he had the authority of a commander along with the head of the Imperial Knights.
“You really…!”
“I’m still in pain, you see. I need your help.”
Matian pretended to be weak, saying that his body was unwell here and there, didn’t she see?
“The guy who says he’s in pain, what? Oh, all night long!”
Rukna was about to nag at him but sighed.
Let’s not get worked up. The more she does, the more she’ll just get caught up in Matian’s pace. Taking advantage of that gap, Matian quickly intercepted her words.
“It’s hard to ride a horse. I might encounter magical beasts on the way too.”
“Ask them to provide an escort force. You can do that, can’t you?”
“I was going to. But my reliable escort is thinking of leaving me, so that’s the problem.”
“The escort you mentioned… is me?”
Rukna turned her head and asked. Matian, who had been burying his face in her hair, nodded with a wide smile.
“Yeah. You were the first brave person to throw a paddle at the belly of a Weapon Master, Rukna.”
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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