" I'm not able to put the full synopsis so I felt like, I should give you guys the full synopsis so here you go

Also I didn't notice this at first but please take note that this is an adult novel"

All wives would wish for their husband’s success. For more wealth and power. For the stability it would bring to their household.

But Rona had never wished for any of that.

The more her husband, Anach, succeeded—

The more he gained fame as a hero—

The more Rona, his wife, was dragged into the mire.

Amidst the disregard and coldness of others, Rona wished for only one thing: Her husband Anach’s affection.

Though their marriage had been forced by the will of his parents, Rona had always longed for his heart.

But once Anach became a noble, he showed warmth to everyone but Rona.

Only after falling gravely ill and witnessing her husband’s infidelity did she finally make up her mind to give up on the marriage. And so she asked for a divorce…

“Divorce? You said you’d die if we were separated. And now you want a divorce?”

It was said that only by sleeping with a priest could she stay alive.

Rona squinted against her blurring vision, her voice trembling in defiance.

“Ugh… I-I’ll take care of my illness… on my own.”

She couldn’t believe it.

This man, who had never laid a hand on her after their marriage— Why now, only after she decided to leave…The sorrow hit her all at once, and a sob escaped. Rona turned her head, trembling like a wounded, fragile creature.

Then the man bared his teeth and growled, sinking them threateningly into her pale neck.

“Where do you think you’re going? If you want to live, be grateful and take it.”

“Mm…”

Rona stirred in her sleep, letting out a pained whimper.

It felt like she had been suffering from pain in her ribs, but now, it only tickled.

Something felt off.

She was clearly asleep, yet her consciousness was awake, and her body felt like it was floating.

Her toes curled instinctively at the ticklish sensation. A wave of heat rising from below made her back arch and her mouth fall open.

“Haa…”

Slosh, slosh—the sound of splashing water.

A dampness between her legs, as if she had wet herself.

And over the most sensitive part of her body, she could feel warm breath.

It felt like… someone was licking her down there.

“You’re drooling even in your sleep.”

“……!”

Before her thoughts could connect, a deep voice rose from below, and Rona’s eyes flew open.

She slowly lifted her head, blinking in confusion.

Her chemise, which had once reached her ankles, had been pushed up to her thighs, exposing her pale legs.

That alone was shocking enough—but atop the sheer fabric of her chemise, she saw a rounded head.

Someone had buried their face between her legs.

The lewdness of the scene, so early in the morning, left her mouth agape.

“W-What is this…?”

Her thighs were being held firmly. Her panties had been pulled down to her ankles. Her lower body was wet.

The man had been licking her v*gina while she slept.

Am I still dreaming…?

The surreal sight froze Rona in place. She even forgot to breathe as she stared blankly.

The man didn’t seem to hear her and showed no intention of moving from between her thighs.

Slosh.

Then a thick tongue slowly dragged up her entire slit again.

“……!”

With a sharp cry, Rona scrambled up in a panic.

“W-What are you… What the hell are you doing?!”

As she trembled violently, the man raised the white chemise and revealed his face.

It was her husband, Anach.

Hearing her stunned voice, he tilted his head slightly.

His calm expression and neat appearance didn’t match the man who had just been licking his sleeping wife like a dog.

Only his glistening lips betrayed what he had been doing.

“What am I doing? Saving your life, obviously.”

“…What?”

Rona blinked, unable to comprehend. How on earth did sticking his tongue in her relate to saving her life…?

Then Anach slowly licked his lips and explained.

“I have to wet you first. Your hole’s too tight. If I go in dry, it’ll tear.”

Rona stiffened, falling into stunned silence. What… what did he just say? He has to wet her before putting it in…? So he’d been planning to sleep with her while she was unconscious?

“You… You’re insane!”

She cried out, pushing his head away in alarm. But he didn’t budge. His eyes narrowed, staring back at her like he was the one confused.

Rona flushed and shouted, eyes locked on the clear liquid glistening on his thick lips.

“You’re supposed to ask before doing something like this!”

Anach smirked at that.

“You’re dying, and I should ask for permission before saving you? That’s what’s really insane.”

His absurd logic left Rona speechless. Now she understood why he’d crawled between her legs at the crack of dawn.

She must’ve started moaning in her sleep again, unable to bear the pain.

“B-But still, this is too much…”

“How would you know? You collapsed just because I was gone for a day.”

“That’s…”

Rona lowered her gaze.

Even she hadn’t expected what had happened that day. Back then, she hadn’t known that… her husband’s body was the cure for her illness.

And yet—

Even knowing that her husband was the key to saving her life, Rona didn’t want to rely on him.

Maybe it was pride. Maybe just stubbornness.

Either way… she didn’t want to be saved like this.

However—

“We… agreed to get divorced. And yet, this… this kind of thing…”

She’d asked for a divorce—how pathetic would it be to ask her husband for help now?

Everything about this situation was difficult.

‘I finally made up my mind…’

A shadow fell over Rona’s face as memories of her married life with him briefly passed through her mind.

People mocking her for being a woman unworthy of her husband.

Servants who ignored her as the lady of the house.

And worst of all—

…a husband who refused to sleep with her.

Only after she’d finally come to terms with it and decided to divorce him… did he start sleeping with her.

The excitement had long faded from Rona’s face, replaced by conflicted emotions.

‘If not for this illness, I never would’ve ended up in the same bed as him…’

Rona turned her gaze toward her husband, who was now showing her an unfamiliar side.

His face, composed entirely of arrogance, looked like that of a true nobleman. There wasn’t a single trace of his past; his noble bearing showed clearly on his proud features.

If he had been born into nobility, he never would’ve even looked at someone like her.

Maybe that still held true, even now.

‘That’s probably why he never once asked to sleep with me.’

She simply wasn’t enough for him.

Rona’s gaze dimmed. Ever since her illness had been discovered, she’d ended up sharing a bed with him every day—though surely, that hadn’t been what he wanted either.

And that made sense.

“After all, our marriage only happened because of my parents’ request.”

He’d only married her to repay a debt.

Back when the war had yet to end, he’d been just a young child, wandering alone.

It was her parents who had taken in that street urchin and given him work as a servant. Thanks to them, Anach had survived without fear of starvation.

To repay that kindness, he married Rona.

But honestly, it could hardly be called a marriage.

Her parents had passed away in a sudden accident. None of her relatives had been willing to take her in. And she’d been far too young to live on her own.

Her parents, foreseeing what would happen, entrusted their only daughter to him before they died.

‘Back then, the only way for me to avoid being sent to an orphanage was to become his wife…’

That decision had stretched into years of pretending to be husband and wife.

As a child, she’d been happy to marry him, knowing they would stay together. She’d been excited at the thought. But with time, she realized the truth:

To him, their marriage had been nothing more than a burden—a nuisance forced upon him.

“I know I owe you a lot.”

He’d been saddled with a young girl simply because of a dying couple’s final wish.

How could he possibly have welcomed that?

And now, to top it off, he was being forced to sleep with a woman he didn’t even want…

Rona fought the lump rising in her throat and forced herself to speak.

“…But I’m grown up now. There’s no need for you to honor my parents’ last wishes anymore. So I want a divorce—”

She believed she was speaking calmly. But her hands wouldn’t stay still, and her lips trembled.

There was no way Anach, a man trained to observe others, would miss such details.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

“I told you—I’d consider a divorce if I agreed with your reason. But you haven’t given me one.”

“I just did! We were never meant to get married in the first place—!”

Their relationship had only ever been one-sided, born of his sacrifice.

But she couldn’t finish. Anach cut her off firmly.

“That’s not a valid reason for divorce. I already took responsibility for you. From then until now, nothing has gone wrong. And now you want a divorce? Not happening.”

Rona thought she’d given plenty of justification—but Anach didn’t see it that way.

He ran a hand through his hair and frowned in irritation.

Unbelievable. She was talking about divorce even when she might be dying.

She only acted so brave because she had no idea what life or death really meant.

‘Maybe I should just tie her down so she can’t even leave the house.’

A dark gleam entered Anach’s eyes as he sank into thought.

That didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

‘I’ve let her have her way for too long.’

That must’ve been why she ran off without a single word, not even understanding the danger outside.

Even now, she lived a life not so different from being tied down—but for some reason, it didn’t feel like enough.

Ever since the day she slipped from his grasp, something inside him had been restless.

Anxiety? Maybe it was that emotion people often talked about.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of discomfort. It was something he had never experienced before—not even after killing someone. A weight settled in his chest, and it was undeniably unpleasant.

Maybe it would be best to restrain her before getting consumed by emotions like this…

Just as he was debating whether to act on the thought, a moan escaped Rona’s lips.

“Ah…!”

Apparently, he had unconsciously tightened his grip on her leg.

Her soft thigh was squished helplessly in his large hand, the flesh pushing out between his fingers in a way that looked strangely inviting.

Perhaps due to how often she’d been with him lately, her body had grown more sensitive. Even that small touch caused her lower area to tense and twitch. Her skin was slick, as if ripened fruit had burst and spilled its juice.

The glossy wetness glistened, as though her body was eagerly anticipating what was to come.

Anach found that incredibly satisfying.

The mansion bought with his money, the food, the clothes, the expensive jewelry and cosmetics—

That feeling of satisfaction he had when adorning her from head to toe with things he’d provided—it was a similar kind of elation welling up inside him again.

So Anach decided to postpone what he had originally planned. Whatever it was, she was already someone who couldn’t live without him now, wasn’t she?

Then for now… it would be fine.

“Ugh… At least let go of that so we can talk…”

“You’re way too soaked for a conversation.”

Shouldn’t we take care of what’s going on down there first?

The man murmured quietly.

“Th-that’s because you…!”

“You’re not actually going to blame me just because I grabbed your thigh and now you’re dripping wet, are you?”

Rona’s face flushed with shame at his words.

She tried to pull her leg away in frustration, but with his hand firmly gripping her, all she managed to do was shake her hips in the process.

“It’s not like you’re praying to be taken or anything.”

“Ugh… Let go…!”

Rona whimpered, covering her face with both arms. Whether it was out of shame or frustration, her lips trembled as she shook her head. To a stranger, she might have looked genuinely pitiful.

But Anach could read a faint glint of desire in her teary eyes.

Well, she had been teased all morning—it’d be hard to resist at this point.

“And still, my dear wife insists on painting me as the shameless one when I’m doing all this to help her.”

Anach sat up, pushing her thighs upward with his legs. Then he reached down and grabbed her arms, pinning them up. In that completely restrained posture, Rona had no choice but to meet his blue-gray eyes.

“I serve you like this every single day.”

Whispering low, almost sulking, Anach lowered his head toward her. Close enough that their breaths mingled, he looked into her eyes and slowly unzipped his pants.

Ziiiiip.

The suggestive sound hinted at what was coming, and Rona’s face slowly flushed.

“You have to know that I’m sincere to save you, whether we’re married or not.”

“Huh-huh… .”

Without realizing it, Rona wrapped her legs around the man’s waist.

It was a habit that he had taught her and had ingrained in her body. In fact, it was also a desire to quickly embrace that huge p*nis.

However, Rona could not admit her desire when she was sober.

So, she tried to suppress the pleasure by groaning and groaning without realizing that she was holding onto the man’s lower body tightly as if asking for his d*ck.

“Yeah, instead of asking for a divorce, you should be begging for some d*ck like this.”

Rona flinched at the dry voice piercing her ear.

In fact, her body was already at its limit. Since her husband caught her sick, she had been hanging on to him like a dog, day and night.

In the midst of repeated pleasure, Rona’s body was now wet just by making eye contact with Anak… 

If he pressed her body against her like this, she would be consumed by excitement.

She wanted to throw away all the manners and etiquette she had learned and cling to him like an animal. Even abandoning her desire to divorce.

As if knowing Rona’s feelings, Anach whispered sweetly like a snake tempting her with the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

“Give up on the divorce, Rona.”

* * *

“Ugh, ugh… .”

Their lower bodies were hot enough to melt. Rona trembled and buried her head on Anach’s shoulder.

And then.

“I told you.”

“…… !”

“From now on, I will make sure that my cum never dries in your hole.”

Along with those words filled with desire, the thing she had been waiting for violently thrust inside her.

The huge volume digging into her flesh made it hard to breathe. The thick flesh greedily took up the innermost space.

“Ah, it hurts… ”

As if to comfort Rona, who was whining, Anach bit her breast. His soft lips attacked her white breasts, and his thick tongue trampled her erect nipples.

He sucked it like a baby sucking milk.

“Hnnngg…”

Only then did a moan flow out from Rona’s mouth along with her breath.

Anach persistently left a bruise on her breast that had already been chewed on several times. The plump flesh was covered in the man’s saliva and kiss marks.

Water dripped down her chest, and the man’s marks were all over her chest, making her look like a mess.

Anach’s chin bulged as he looked at Rona.

“It looks like milk is coming out.”

The man grabbed her plump chest tightly and buried his face in Rona’s chest. The woman’s body scent lingered in his nose along with her soft skin.

Not satisfied with that, Anach took a deep breath as if he was going to suck up all of Rona’s scent. The sweet scent that stimulated the man’s lust made his waist tense.

The d*ck dug deep inside as if opening a baby’s nest.

“Ah… ! Don’t go in there… …!”

When Rona twisted her waist in surprise, the glans slid and rubbed her cervix. A squeal of pleasure erupted as the smooth, hot thing tickled her inside.

“You have to open here so I can fill it with cum.”

Anach pressed his forehead against Rona’s chest and stimulated her by pressing inside. A look of satisfaction spread over Anach’s face as he felt the throbbing sensation on the skin near his heart.

“How many times do I have to cum to get milk here?”

Her soft breasts were twisted around in the man’s hands. It felt as if her body had become a toy for him. How could she have such a messy night with a man she was going to divorce?

Her vision became blurry, whether it was from confusion or a sense of depravity.

“I cummed until my testicles were empty, so you should have gotten pregnant before you knew it, right? Rona.”

It seemed like his semen was still in there. Rona’s eyelashes fluttered at the softly soothing voice.

If he was going to tease her like this, she wished he had just f*cked her without thinking, but contrary to Rona’s wishes, he had not yet made any moves inside her.

He just kept her inside, feeling good like a sleeping snake, wrapped in a blanket in a warm room.

In fact, the man was in a rare good mood.

He had been doing this every day since Rona’s illness was revealed.

Maybe that’s why. The man often showed his relaxed side like a well-fed predator.

He was holding back from wanting to fuck her like a dog and make a mess of her right away, but he was taking care of the foreplay like this… From his perspective, it was no different from being generous.

‘Should I wait until she begs me to f*ck her?’

Actually, Anach enjoyed the secret sex that he had called ‘therapeutic treatment.’

His d*ck that seemed like it was going to burst at any moment was not a problem. He could just ejaculate and get hard again.

Rona was too busy feeling ashamed by the man’s raw words to notice.

It would be nice to do it once, Anach said, lowering his hand while still inserting his p*nis and pressing down on Rona’s c*itoris.