Living with the Dangerous Beast-Chapter 78: The Medicine

“Mmph....”

The immense pressure from Sohwa’s insides was so stimulating even for Dohwi, as it felt like her tight body was trying to squeeze the soul out of him. Barely able to hold on, Dohwi’s dark brows knit together.

Still holding her slender legs over his shoulder, Dohwi pulled her close, their chests nearly touching. Their breaths mingled, sweet and warm, as he leaned in to lavish her neck with his thick, yet delicate tongue.

“I... I think I’m going to die.”

“Die of pleasure?”

“Aaah!”

Sohwa’s playful whine made Dohwi chuckle softly.

As he slowly rotated his hips and gently thrust, Sohwa quickly released a sharp cry of pleasure. Savoring the beautiful melody that filled his ears, Dohwi continued until dawn.

* * *

Sohwa didn’t regain her consciousness until late in the afternoon.

‘Oh dear... I’m going to die... I really am....’

Her whole body ached as if it had been brutally beaten up, and a dull pain throbbed in her abdomen.

‘Surely, I’m not going to spend the entire winter like this?’

Every winter, she habitually longed for a child, and her body would heat up. That wicked tiger undoubtedly knew this and would torment her every night.

‘I do enjoy the pleasure, but... Doing this every day is a bit much....’

Just as Sohwa was fretting over her exhausted body, a thunderous voice rang out from outside.

“Are you awake?”

He was so sensitive that he could tell when she woke up just by feeling her movements.

Sohwa quickly shut her eyes and pulled the blanket over her head, but Dohwi had already entered the room with a tray full of food.

“Come on, get up. You need to eat and regain your strength.”

“Hmph, regain my strength for what? Just to be devoured by a wicked tiger again?”

“Come on, eat up. I made your favorite pot rice today.”

She had already noticed the savory smell of crispy rice clinging to the bottom of the pot. Slowly, she sat up at the dining table, waiting for Dohwi to lift the lid. freewebnσvel.cøm

“When did you prepare all this?”

On one side, there was beautifully scored grilled abalone, and on the other, a dish full of perfectly seasoned beef patties.

The luxurious feast, fit for a king, surprised Sohwa, and Dohwi smiled warmly as he lifted the lid.

“Be careful, it’s still hot.”

As the steam cleared, the dish was revealed: a whole silver croaker nestled under finely chopped green water parsley.

“Is this...!”

“It’s croaker pot rice.”

Dohwi picked up a piece from the tail end and placed it in Sohwa’s mouth as she opened it like a baby bird.

“It’s sweet. So sweet.”

As she chewed, Dohwi mashed the fish with a wooden spoon, mixing it with the rice and a generous helping of sauce seasoned with sesame seeds and pine nuts.

The delicious aroma made Sohwa’s eyes light up as she accepted the bowl.

“You have to eat it all.”

“Of course!”

But her enthusiastic eating didn’t last long. After picking at the sweet beef patties and the pot rice, Sohwa soon slowed down and put down her spoon.

“Why did you make so much just for me? You’re not even eating....”

She said it out of embarrassment. Whether she was embarrassed or not, Dohwi stubbornly stayed by her side, serving her at the table.

“Should I get you some water?”

“I’m fine. I’ll just have some scorched rice tea....”

“Then, take off your undergarments.”

Sohwa, who had been gulping down the tea, was so startled that she nearly spat it out.

“W-What did you say?”

“Show me your buttocks.”

Dohwi nonchalantly pulled a jar of ointment from his pocket.

“I brought some medicine.”

“Medicine?”

At that moment, the memory of being spanked all night long resurfaced.

Dohwi had suddenly developed a fondness for spanking her last night, playfully landing a few smacks.

Now, however, Sohwa’s bottom was finally starting to ache from the aftermath. His hands were so large and heavy.

But surely it wasn’t bad enough to need medicine.

Feeling embarrassed, Sohwa hesitated, trying to stall for time.

“Where do you keep finding these things?”

“I told you, I got it from the sage.”

“....”

Surely, he hadn’t shamelessly asked the sage for ointment to rub on his wife’s buttocks?

“Oh dear!”

There was no time to think further.

Pulled onto his lap, Sohwa was quickly forced to expose her plump pair of peaches.

Through years of experience, she had learned that struggling would be useless.

“Tsk, it’s swollen.”

Dohwi clicked his tongue as he looked at her peach-colored, flushed buttocks, as if he felt sorry for the sight. It was absurd.

“And you did this to me!”

“It’s because you enjoyed it so much.”

“W-When did I... Hmph!”

Dohwi gently applied the ointment. It had a pungent smell, and though Sohwa grimaced, her body seemed to react differently.

“Look at this. Just with a few touches, you’re already....”

Dohwi teased as he swirled his finger in the honey-like fluid that was seeping from her, then brought it to his lips.