Ysselia Wuji opened her eyes, her senses tangled together before a familiar taste reached her lips. Emotion flooded her all at once.
She immediately embraced the figure kissing her, tears spilling freely down her cheeks.
She held onto her man, the one she loved, with everything she had, arms wrapping around him as tightly as she could. Jian returned the embrace, his hands settling around her waist as he pulled her closer, feeling her delicate body tremble with emotion.
Their tongues intertwined, passion swallowing everything else.
Ysselia's body was cold by nature. She was an ice spirit. Jian held her close, warmth meeting cold. Her cool tongue brushed against his warm one, and both shivered as the contrast sent sensations racing down their spines. Warmth slowly spread through Ysselia's body, while Jian felt a pleasant chill bloom within him.
His little brother stirred, pressing against Ysselia's belly.
They separated, both breathing heavily.
Ysselia was short, barely reaching his shoulder. She looked down shyly, then noticed the tent beneath Jian's robe. She quickly looked away, then hesitated, before looking back at him again.
This time, her expression changed. Her lips quivered. Her eyes watered once more. Without warning, she hugged him tightly again, tears spilling anew.
Ysselia had always been gentle. All this time, she had felt useless, weighed down by guilt. She believed she was the reason her husband had suffered. Every day had felt like torture, as though a blade was twisting in her heart.
Each time Jian gained more influence by marrying another woman, binding their fates together, she felt torn apart. She felt guilt toward those women, and guilt toward herself and her sisters, believing they were the reason Jian had taken such extreme measures. He had been terrified of being separated from them.
The pain overwhelmed her mind, and she had sealed herself away.
Now, seeing her husband standing before her again, smiling, warm, no longer wearing that distant, cold expression he had used to push them away, her heart overflowed.
"H-Husband! D-D-Do you know-I-How I never- never do that-agai-again! I-everyone is hurt! You baddie! You meanie!"
She broke down completely in Jian's arms.
Her words poured out between sobs, broken and incoherent, years of pain spilling free. Jian said nothing. He simply held her, gently rubbing her back as he listened.
As she cried, he shifted them to another floating island. Her island. It rested near Swyn's island.
They sat together on the bed as Ysselia finally poured out everything she had held inside. When she finished, she wiped her tears with her sleeves and sniffled softly.
Jian looked at his second wife. She looked adorable.
Her small, slender stature. Pale white skin. Pure Blue eyes. Flowing white hair with a blue gradient at the tips. A crystalline blue tiara rested against her temple, marking her spirit status. Blue tattoo-like markings traced the right side of her face, resembling delicate frost patterns.
The rightside of her upper body was full of these marking that looked like some Divine Artist painted.
Jian pulled Ysselia into another embrace. They talked quietly, then simply cuddled. Before long, Ysselia fell asleep in his arms, a small, peaceful smile resting on her face.
Only then did Jian truly understand how deeply his actions had hurt those closest to him. In his heart, he swore that he would never again do anything that caused them pain.
After confirming that Ysselia was fully asleep, Jian gently laid her back onto the bed. He stepped in front of a mirror and studied his reflection.
He was handsome, that much was true, but his focus wasn't on that. He was about to meet his third wife, and he needed to look like a guilty man. Yet his eyes didn't look guilty at all.
Why?
She was a firy women whose fire is something Jian likes to put out with his mil-Ahem!
He just needs to show remorse and regret. His heart was filled with regret on how he handled things and could have done better but his eyes didn't look guilty at all!
They more or less looked like a man caught cheating but thinks it was worth it because the women was good!
Unacceptable!
He folded his arms, covering his mouth as he tapped his cheek thoughtfully. Then he began practicing, trying to force guilt into his expression, adjusting his posture again and again.
He failed miserably.
'This won't doooo. My inner troll is coming out of the shell!! Damn it!! I'm losing control! I need to gold if not a beating is guaranteed!!'
Jian practiced even harder but the thought of teasing his Yan Yan after a long time was too tempting. And even if he got beaten it would be worth it!!
'No no! What am I thinking? I'm a God! Worshiped by countless! How can I let my wife beat me...'
While he was practicing, Ysselia stirred. She rubbed her eyes, sat up on the bed, and asked softly,
"Husband, what are you doing?"
Jian turned and replied,
"I'm practicing a guilty posture to meet your third sister. At least then she might believe I'm guilty. But I'm failing. Look into my eyes Yssi! They don't look guilty at all! They look excited even! What do i do!?"
Jian walked closer to her then sleeked his hair back and turned to the mirror again!
Ysselia giggled looking at her husband's antics. She knew why he was doing it and she couldn't help but feel quite relief wash over her. Ysselia had thought she was dreaming as all this felt too surreal but it wasn't a dream after all.
Ysselia had a soft smile on her face as she continued to watch Jian and tried to ignore the quite longing building in her womb with each fassing moment.
As Jian continued practicing, he noticed movement behind him. When he glanced over, he saw Ysselia approaching slowly, her steps hesitant.
He smiled. He knew what his shy wife wanted, but said nothing.
She stopped beside him, tugging lightly at his robe, her face red.
"H-Hu-Husband, I-um-I-"
He looked down at her with a teasing smile.
"What is it, Yssiii~?"
She avoided his gaze, clutching her robe and staring at the floor.
Jian chuckled softly. He stopped teasing her. Gently, he lifted her chin, making her look into his eyes. Both paused and looked into each others eyes. Feeling their breaths. Re registraring the distant feeling once again.
Jian leaned in kissed her. A slow and gentel kiss
Ysselia melted instantly, falling into his embrace.
Jian wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his hand squeezing her ass over her robe. He lifted her easily, carried her back to the bed, laid her down gently. They separated for a moment, leaving a small trail of sliva. Ysselia smiled and gently touching Jian's chek. He cold hand sending jolts through Jian hut he didn't show it.
Jian leaned forward kissed her once more.