Knowing full well that she was kissing a demon, how many people could remain unalarmed?
If Belede had a change of heart and wanted to harm me, could I avoid it?
No. Definitely not. So, might as well feel relieved, thought Beril.
At least I can die without pain.
It was amusing to take this as a relief. But instead of backing away from him, she unknowingly grasped his shoulder tightly.
As if laughing, Belede’s breath leaked from the corner of his mouth.
What might his expression be? The demon who had received the saint’s kiss, what face could he be making?
“……!”
But there was no time to follow that thought. Belede had hesitated for just a brief moment when she had leaned in.
I thought we were close enough to touch foreheads and noses.
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“Haah,”
In the brief moment of exhaling. Thinking that I had to explain how this happened, even a short explanation was needed.
―Click.
Belede’s lips touched the tip of her nose. Thinking of the demon as a cold entity, the soft and warm feeling was strangely incongruent.
“!”
When strength went into Beril’s hand again, he penetrated with slightly parted lips.
The feeling of the silent things meeting is clear.
“……!”
It was the moment when Beril unwittingly applied force to her grasping hand, wanting to push him away.
“You did not want this, did you?”
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Each time he spoke, the feeling of his lips touching and falling away was transmitted directly. A slightly grimaced smile appeared. Could it be pain?
Rather than wanting this…, there was no time to say that.
He skillfully stole her breath without missing a small gap.
From then on, her lower lip was occupied, and the silent thing that touched her soft flesh swept across her even teeth.
As if the two were left alone in the world, the traces he left on me ruled Beril’s mind.
I was out of my mind. My head was dizzy, enough to forget what I was doing momentarily.
What he gave me was just a brief moment, when my head became hazy and my body’s strength weakened, the short breath he gave me was all.
I feel dizzy.
Beril thought. It feels like sliding into somewhere. Into a dangerous place, unknowingly.
The moment she thought that, Belede lowered his body. Hands came in behind her knees and back, and her body was suddenly lifted.
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“Kyah!”
Beril let out a short sound unwittingly. Because of the white bridal veil covering her face, all she could see was Belede’s masculine jawline.
This close, it was the first time she had seen a man.
No, it was the first time she had touched this deeply.
―Tap.
Her consciousness barely returned at the sound of his footsteps. By then, she was already leaving the altar of the Virgin Road.
A brief glance around showed the sight of the Vainka demons adjusting the hem of her dress.
“……God celebrates your union…….”
The officiant’s voice, seemingly flustered, rapidly receded.
―Click.
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A kiss touched her forehead once more.
A kiss that landed above the veil, but it didn’t feel like it, it was so hot.
(This is a time separator.)
I don’t know with what mindset I left, thought Beril.
“See you in a bit.”
So Belede whispered, and only when she was changing out of her wedding dress did her mind return.
“……Ah, you’ve worked hard.”
The demons were quietly holding her train.
There were many demons who were nervous until they were asked to help with the wedding hall decorations.
Was it because Belede was the protagonist of this event?
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While there were many humans who offered blind loyalty to status and power, the loyalty of demons felt different somewhere.
The feeling that they could easily give up their lives for the other. The audacity to discard something like their own pride, as if it meant nothing for the other person.
Beril found this strange and unfamiliar.
“Well, we’ve rested a bit, let’s go out.”
She got up. It was not the time to be fascinated by demons.
First, she needed to successfully finish this wedding and make sure the clergy could not stay in Vainka.
It was then that I had gotten up, thinking thus.
“The subsequent procedures will all be omitted.”
Suddenly, someone came in and said it. If it were humans, they would have knocked first since the duchess was inside, but clearly it was a demon since that wasn’t the case.
“By whose authority?”
Beril frowned. A wedding ceremony is not an event that only involves walking down the bridal path.
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Even if this wedding was a plan by the saint and the temple to identify the demon, and even if Vainka had been identified as a potential demon.
Vainka was a founding contributor to this empire, a ducal family that had offered long and unwavering loyalty.
Omitting the reception of such a family could lead to an issue of the family’s dignity. And yet.
“From the temple’s side, due to the saint, no, Her Holiness’s fatigue…….”
The demon speaking thus trailed off as it looked at Beril. It had realized something was off.
The saint was ready to go to the reception, claiming to be tired, so who is the one wanting to omit the reception?
While the demon raised its eyebrow, Beril had understood the situation.
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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