Forget My Husband, I'll Go Make Money

Heavy Shower (4)

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Their faces were so close that they could feel the warmth on each other’s lips and their eyes met.

Instantly, their arms flew around each other.

Their hot lips collided roughly, and their breaths were aflame. A thrilling shiver ran down Aristine’s spine and fingertips.

Their tongues entangled, fast and intense, like they were trying to devour one another.

It was not a gentle and elegant romantic kiss. It was an invasive kiss, filled with the desire to steal and covet.

Fueled by emotions, their teeth touched and even their lips were ravaged with bites.

But they never pulled away.

The bedsheet was crumpled back and forth as the fierce kiss continued, without a single gap between them.

Tarkan’s hand tightened around Aristine’s waist, and Aristine’s hand slid down Tarkan’s back.

A taut string of saliva stuck to their lips, its owner unknown.

“Haa…”

A rough breath burst from their lips.

The two of them gasped for breath and looked at each other.

Despite feeling dizzy from the excitement and the feverish high, they could feel each other vividly.

It felt unbelievable.

But it was real.

They really kissed.

The heat running through their body, the lingering sensation on their lips, and the face of the person with them provided perfect proof.

The moment she fully realized it, Aristine’s face turned bright red. Even her pale neck was red.

“Uh, this, I…”

Aristine uncharacteristically stuttered over her words.

She felt embarrassed, awkward, and shy, and she couldn’t look Tarkan in the face.

Her reaction was so innocent that you couldn’t imagine that she was the one who craved Tarkan so fiercely just now.

Tarkan looked at Aristine’s flushed and heated visage and his forehead creased.

She was definitely doing this on purpose.

The thread of rationality that he was holding onto was growing fainter and fainter.

They were a married couple, and they just had a passionate kiss on the bed. So, there was no need to hold back anymore, right?

Rather, holding back seemed to be the problem here.

His wife had once asked him if he could break the bed. Didn’t that mean she wanted to break it together soon?

While Tarkan was justifying his already evaporated rationale, Aristine was squirming beneath him and squeezing the innocent sheets.

The moment she looked into Tarkan’s eyes, her mind went blank. She only came to her senses after kissing him.

And she didn’t just kiss him but sought after him like she wanted to devour him.

‘Uck…’

Aristine groaned inwardly at the resurfacing memory.

Why did they kiss? What was she supposed to do now?

Her eyes darted all over the place, unable to bear looking at Tarkan.

Aristine, who couldn’t get over her embarrassment and awkwardness, opened her mouth.

“Um, shouldn’t you be getting up by now? Since you’re leaving today.”

“Mn.” Tarkan replied affirmatively but made no move to stop hovering over her.

“Tarkan.”

“Mhm.”

“If you don’t go out on time, everyone will start looking for you.”

“I just need a moment.”

Tarkan hugged Aristine’s waist while she was huddled to herself and lay down next to her.

Aristine shrunk herself even more because it felt like he was hugging her from behind. His hand and body were scalding hot so she couldn’t help but react.

“Let me hold you for a bit. I won’t do anything.”

Her heart was pounding frantically.

Aristine squeezed her eyes shut.

Like an entangled thread, the thrill, embarrassment, and palpitations turned her heart upside down.

* * *

“Milord.”

“You’re here.”

The warriors in the conference hall greeted Tarkan as he walked in. Although their heads were bowed politely, their gazes were flippant.

This was naturally because Tarkan came to work very late.

Of course, considering today was the departure date, they expected Tarkan to be somewhat late.

He was a newlywed, married for less than a year, and this was his first expedition after marriage. But even so, there should be a limit, no?

It was way past the time that they expected.

‘I must get married next year.’

The warriors vowed to themselves with clenched fists.

They say you’ve lost if you feel jealous so why do they keep feeling a sense of defeat?

There was no particular issue with Tarkan’s late arrival.

Since they had been constantly preparing their strategy and training for the past few months, only a final checkup was necessary today.

Tarkan went out to the balcony and looked at the warriors gathered.

Morale was higher now than ever before. This was only a matter of course.

All this time, they had to control the demonic beast situation on the plains while also fighting a war with Silvanus. But when relations with Silvanus turned peaceful, the tips of their swords were aimed at their only definite enemy, the demonic beasts.

Naturally, momentum rose because there was more time to prepare, both physically and mentally.

And most of all, they had a Lady that they needed to protect.

The wife of their lord, Tarkan, was the Lady that they were bound to serve soon.

The vacant position had finally been filled.

All the warriors held Aristine in high regard so they were even more motivated.

Tarkan looked down at his warriors and inadvertently thought about Aristine.

About the kiss he exchanged with her this morning.

The countless dreams he’d had were incomparable to the intense sensation he felt. He couldn’t even think about it being good, or making him happy or satisfied.

The violently intense sensation took hold of him and shook him so fiercely that he couldn’t think of anything but her.

Tarkan rubbed his lips with his thumb.

He remembered how shy and flushed she looked after their kiss, and his jaw clenched, and his chest fluctuated.

Why did he have to go on an expedition today of all days?

Such thought had never crossed his mind before today.

His mind was filled with thoughts of subjugating the beasts swiftly and returning as soon as possible.

The warriors were said to be burning with motivation but the most motivated person here was Tarkan.