Free Web NovelChapter 46: Chapter 46: Yue Yue is drooling at the sight of Han Soi
"Just help me prep the kitchen," Yue Yue said.
She began to sort things. She decided to keep it simple but satisfying: a thick, juicy steak.
She seared the meat in a pan, the sizzle sounding like music to her ears. Soon, the room was filled with an aroma that Lulu’s sensors struggled to categorize...something savory, rich, and mouth-watering. It was a scent that hadn’t drifted through the halls of this cold estate in centuries.
Yue Yue carefully plated the steak, adding a few side ingredients she had sautéed in the rendered fat. The meat was perfectly medium-rare, glistening under the kitchen lights.
"It looks... non-toxic," Lulu noted, her processors whirring as she recorded the chemical change in the meat.
Yue Yue didn’t wait. She took a bite, the juices bursting on her tongue. It was tender, salty, and incredibly delicious. She felt a wave of warmth spread through her body...real energy, not the artificial boost of a nutritional solution.
"I need to be strong if I’m going to earn money," Yue Yue mumbled through a happy mouthful of steak. "And if I’m going to pay Han Soi back, I’ll just sell the purified meat and pollutant-free ingredients. It’s a perfect business plan."
Suddenly the sound of rhythmic footsteps echoed in the corridor.
The kitchen door slid open, and Yue Yue turned around with a piece of steak still halfway to her mouth. But the moment she saw who it was, her jaw dropped, and it nearly clattered to the floor.
Han Soi stood there, but he wasn’t in his formal suit anymore. He was bare-chested, his upper body completely exposed.
It looked like he had just come from a brutal training session; a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, making every hard line of his muscles stand out. His shoulders were broad, his chest was solid, and his abs were so perfectly defined they looked like they had been carved out of stone.
Yue Yue felt actual stars appearing in her eyes.
By the will of the beast god... what I am seeing... she thought, her brain short-circuiting. Why didn’t I know my husband was hiding all of this under that hard suit?
She stared, mesmerized. She felt a sudden, primal urge to just jump on him and see if those muscles felt as hard as they looked. Her gaze traveled down his torso and back up again.
Suddenly, she felt a strange wetness on her lower lip. She quickly wiped it with the back of her hand, only to realize she was actually drooling.
Han Soi, seeing her frozen expression and the smoke rising from the pan, immediately walked toward her with a look of deep concern. He was completely oblivious to the fact that his wife was currently devouring him with her eyes.
"Yue Yue!" He reached out, his voice low and protective. He gently moved her away from the stove.
"Don’t do this. It is dangerous. If you are hungry, tell Lulu to do it... or wait for me. I will do it for you. You shouldn’t be near the heat."
He checked her hands for burns, his touch warm and calloused. Yue Yue just blinked up at him, her face turning a bright shade of crimson. She wanted to tell him that she was a pro, but she was too busy trying not to stare at his chest.
However, as Han Soi looked down, the scent of the steak finally hit him. His eyes widened.
The meat was perfectly browned, smelling of rich fats and savory spices...a smell he hadn’t encountered since the last time she had cooked for him.
Yue Yue saw his interest and quickly picked up a small, juicy piece of steak. Because she wasn’t used to the clunky futuristic forks or spoons provided by the estate, she did what felt natural. She held the piece of meat between her fingers and lifted it to his lips.
"Try it," she whispered.
Han Soi didn’t hesitate for even a second. He leaned down, his eyes locked onto hers, and took the meat from her fingers. But he didn’t just take the food; his tongue brushed against her fingertips, licking away the stray juices with a slow motion.
Yue Yue felt a literal spark of electricity shoot up her arm. Her face was so hot she felt like she could cook another steak on her own cheeks. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
Oh my... the real steak isn’t the steak; it’s the one standing in front of me! she screamed internally.
She watched him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. She began to have very "shameless" thoughts. Should I accidentally trip? If I ’fall’ into his arms, I can finally feel those muscles. It’s not like I’m a stranger...I’m his wife! I have the legal right to touch my husband!
So she took a tiny, wobbling step forward, her mind already chanting it was now or never.
She shifted her foot just enough to catch the edge of her own slipper. With a small, dramatic gasp, she let her body go limp. "Oh! My head is so dizzy..."
She tipped forward, aiming straight for that solid, bare chest.
Han Soi reacted instantly. His SSS-rank reflexes were terrifyingly fast. Before she could even tilt to the side, his massive arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Thump.
Yue Yue’s face was buried into his muscles. It was even better than she had imagined. He smelled like a sexy beastman. He was firm and warm and felt like he could squeeze the life out of her with this body alone.
"Yue Yue!" Han Soi’s voice rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her ear. "Are you alright? Did you get dizzy with smoke?"
Instead of pulling away, Yue Yue decided to lean into the role. She let her hands wander "accidentally" upward, her palms pressing firmly against his shoulders before sliding down to his biceps. She gave them a little squeeze. Holy stars, they really are that hard.
"I... I think the heat from the stove made me lightheaded," she whimpered, rubbing her cheek against his skin.
She let her fingers trail over his collarbone, tracing the line of his muscle with shameless curiosity. "Everything is spinning, Han Soi... I need to hold on to you for a moment."
Han Soi’s entire body stiffened. He wasn’t used to such direct physical contact, especially not when he was half-naked. He could feel her soft breath against his skin and her small, delicate hands roaming over his body.
But in his mind, he didn’t see a shameless female trying to get a feel of his muscles.
He saw a fragile, gentle female who had been through a traumatic bonding ceremony and was now so exhausted she could barely stand. To him, her "clutching" at him was a sign of how much she trusted and relied on him.
His expression softened into one of pure, heartbreaking devotion.
"I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with guilt. "I shouldn’t have let you cook. You are still weak from the ceremony. I will carry you."
He easily scooped her up in a princess carry, holding her close to his heart. Yue Yue’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected the full lift! She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, taking the opportunity to bury her face in the crook of his neck.
"You’re so strong," she murmured, hiding her "evil" grin against his skin.
"I will watch over you," Han Soi said with a worried tone, his grip tightening protectively as he walked toward the bed.
"Rest now. I will have Lulu finish the meal. I won’t let anyone hurt you again."
Yue Yue felt a tiny bit guilty for lying, but as she felt the ripple of his muscles with every step he took, that guilt vanished. She was his wife, after all. If she couldn’t enjoy her husband’s SSS-rank physique, who could?
Lulu watched them walk away, her optical sensors flickering. "Scanning Young Madam’s heart rate... it is elevated, but energy levels are surging. Diagnosis: Young Madam is very, very happy.
