She didn’t think that Skaha, who couldn’t really be his wife no matter what he called her, wouldn’t know that.
But looking back at the departure from Crom Hald, he was not entirely happy with a woman who was startled if only a little was revealed outside, and yet here, she allowed it immediately.
There was an inexplicable discomfort.
He felt as if he should break her white legs wrapped around his waist so that she couldn’t go anywhere.
But he knew that he could never hurt Skaha.
So this inexplicable discomfort and the irritating, unpleasant anxiety would not disappear no matter how much he embraced her.
(This is a time delimiter.)
After darkness fell all around.
The intense heat within the Admiral’s quarters allowed no room for the chill to penetrate. It felt as if one could collapse from exhaustion due to the continuous acts that had been carried on since dawn.
Creak creak creak…….
Along with the intense friction of the makeshift wooden bed, short interrupted moans that Cassard had been suppressing were released, marking red lines on his back and then falling away.
At the same time, Cassard, who pushed his body up until the end with rough breaths scratching his throat, pressed his faint smile and slight weight upon her with an elegant face.
“…I told you not to hold back.”
He kissed her skin here and there, drenched in sweat, gently, over the remaining traces that were like red flowers.
Scathach let out a sweet laugh even as she panted heavily.
“You’re sweating…….”
“I know.”
That’s why I’m going crazy, she buried her head in his neck, and Cassard’s low and deep voice whispered in her ear, making her face flush again.
Even under dim lighting, it was amusing and quite pleasing to see where her pale skin was tainted and where his marks remained on her body.
As he kissed her pale skin here and there, Scathach moaned and writhed, holding back. Not knowing that this was far more stimulating. He really intended to put her to sleep, but now…
As the heat began to rise again in Cassard’s body, Scathach swallowed a vain hope.
“You said it was the last time……!”
“So, do you hate it?”
Despite the resentment aimed at him in her pumpkincolored eyes, Cassard laughed at the sight of the stubborn woman shaking her head vehemently.
He could see her reaction without asking how it was. Scathach wanted him too.
He had no intention of letting go of the opportunity he had barely won from a woman who said she would leave him.
“…You’re good, my beautiful wife.”
Like the petals of a morning flower gently dampened by dawn’s dew, he plunged into her body and began to satisfy his desire again.
A woman who was new to him, who would have never learned anywhere, yet every move that seemed to be buried in the bright white light drove him crazy.
In the end, along with the vice of possibly going blind by that light.
“Duke,…….”
Cassard buried his face in her soft body that was now not sleepily but soberly nestled in his arms, smelling her fragrance.
Her soft hair of pale color floated and flowed between his fingers.
“Do you love me……?”
He loved her. He loved her so much that he could no longer love her.
But when Scathach asked this question just before falling asleep, he couldn’t tell her he loved her.
The moment he said he loved her, from Scathach’s mouth would come a plea for his happiness, a conclusion that was like a death sentence to him, that he must let her go.
“No, Scathach. I don’t love you.”
The words didn’t match the tender kiss, but he never corrected himself.
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?
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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!”
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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…
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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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