"The bathroom door was left open. What a careless woman!"
Kleiner cursed his wife with a red face and clenched fists.
"What if I don't come in? Is she gonna play crazy behind my back with another guy?"
Loosening his tie, Kleiner walked towards the bathroom which was only blocked by glass as a wall. He slides the bathroom door perfectly without making a sound.
"Shit!"
Kleiner saw his wife from the doorway in the bathtub leaning her head on a small pillow and closing her eyes.
"She has a sexy body. She's so drops dead gorgeous!"
Kleiner was amazed at the beauty of his wife's body.
Smooth white skin without the slightest blemish, so charming Kleiner. Kleiner's turmoil flared up. His chest tightened as he wanted to express his desire immediately.
Kleiner took off the clothes he was wearing one by one and laid them on the floor. His sense of sight never missed looking at his wife, who had just turned twenty-one years old.
"Apparently she's excellent at taking care of her body!"
Kleiner praised his wife quietly. His eyes widened as he stared at the parted pink lips.
Gluck!
Kleiner swallowed his saliva when he faintly saw the sensitive parts of his wife's body visible on the surface of the water.
"What man can stop himself from fucking her!" Kleiner exclaimed as he headed for the bathtub.
Kleiner got into the bathtub and managed to shock Vyschella half to death.
"Yoーyou ...."
Vyschella couldn't dodge any more when Kleiner grabbed her body.
"You ... what are you ...."
Vyschella could only surrender to the harsh treatment of her husband.
'Doing?' Vyschella continued to herself.
Kleiner wasn't concerned about his wife. He was too enthusiastic about enjoying his first night with his surrogate wife.
"Was I the first man to touch you?" Kleiner whispered in Vyschella's earlobe.
"Don't think I don't know you're a money-hungry cheap woman. You're gonna date a moneymaker for more money, right? Is my opinion correct?"
"Whーwhat are you saying?"
Kleiner could hear his wife's trembling voice. He smiled mockingly.
"Hummph ...."
Kleiner treated Vyschella harshly, and it must have caused her pain. He saw the beautiful face of his wife, who was now closing her eyes.
***
'God! Apparently, she's still a virgin!' praised Kleiner in his mind. Kleiner secretly admired Vyschella, who was good at keeping her chaste. There was a certain satisfaction felt by Kleiner.
'Oh, poor me!' cried Vyschella in her heart while looking at her reflection with her husband on the glass wall. She also felt something flowing from her lower body.
The atmosphere of the passionate night that was passed by a newly-wed couple seemed to make the night even longer. Kleiner hadn't stopped torturing Vyschella since thirty minutes ago.
"Turn around now!"
Kleiner gave an order, which immediately got a response from Vyschella. The woman turned around according to his orders.
'Her back is so smooth. How can she take such good care of it all this time!' cried Kleiner in his mind. He hugged his wife's body from behind.
"As long as you're married to me, don't expect you to be able to hook up with other men behind me!"
Kleiner took a shower puff and poured shower gel over it. He cleaned his wife's back painstakingly down to her feet.
'Oh? What's this?' asked Kleiner in his heart. He saw the dead skin on the soles of his wife's feet clearly. 'Humph? What did she do to make her legs like this?' His mind began to fill with negative thoughts. However, he still cleaned his wife's body.
"I can clean myself."
Vyschella realized that her husband knew that she was lacking in her legs.
"Don't ever think that I care about you!"
Even so, Kleiner continued to clean Vyschella's body to the end.
Kleiner pulled Vyschella's body under the lit shower. He gently touched every part of his wife's body that was splashed with water. He saw the look on his wife's face that was tired with dark circles.
"It's done! Dry yourself and wait for me!"
After Kleiner gave Vyschella a pink bathrobe, he also cleaned himself.
***
Vyschella dried herself in the room while staring at her reflection in the big mirror. Tears started to flow from the corners of her eyes.
"It's not only my heart that hurts, but also my body ...."
Vyschella immediately wiped her tears because she heard the sound of the bathroom door sliding. She didn't want Kleiner to know what was happening to her.
"I don't want you to sleep before I fall asleep first!"
Kleiner exclaimed as he walked over to Vyschella.
"Yes, I'll always obey you."
Vyschella replied to her husband and she tried to stay strong.
"It must be like that as long as you're my legal wife!"
Kleiner hugged his wife and lifted Vyschella roughly. He took long strides while hiding his smile perfectly.
Kleiner carried the beautiful body onto the bed. Not only that, he also began to open his wife's bathrobe so that Vyschella did not wear a single thread.
'Now what?' Vyschella thought in her mind.
"Cyra, warm up our bridal bed!"
Kleiner exclaimed, but it seemed more appropriate to be called an order. He removed the brown bathrobe he was wearing and threw it carelessly.
"Huh?"
"What?!"
"No ...."
"Good, be an obedient wife if your family wants to be safe under my grasp!"
On the other hand, Vyschella looked resigned. She kept trying to survive serving Kleiner, who was never satisfied playing with her.
'This man ... what exactly does he want from me? Why doesn't he feel tired at all?' Vyschella's mind started to rebel, but what could she do in front of the Sexiest Demon?
"Ouhhh ...."
Kleiner wasn't concerned about Vyschella, who started to shed tears in pain at his harsh treatment. He only knows that his desire has not been fully channelled.
What about the principle? Yes, what he sacrificed for this fake marriage must be comparable to what he will get from the woman who is now his legal wife.
"You think, I'm gonna pity you for those fake tears of yours?" Kleiner asked, brushing his wife's hair that covered her beautiful face. "A woman who comes from a lowly family like you, really doesn't deserve my love."
On the other hand, it appears that this proverb fits Kleiner very well. Do men really have this kind of thinking?
"I'm not strong any more," Vyschella whispered. "Can we stop now?"
"Hey, look at you! You overestimate yourself, Cyra ...."