Two sessions of intimate service left Aman feeling content and in high spirits. After cleaning the dirt off his wife, he carried her to the bed, holding her affectionately in his arms. Yuan Zhen did not ask to have the restraints on her body removed; she just lay there in Aman's embrace, like a docile little cat.
Looking at the gentle and submissive woman in his arms, Aman thought for a moment and asked, "How long have you been wearing the chastity belt? Is it uncomfortable?"
"Umm, I've been wearing it for three days now. It's alright. It felt a bit awkward at first, but I got used to it," his wife replied, a hint of shyness in her voice.
"What did your classmate send you? A novel that changed you like this?" Aman thought of the classmate and the novel his wife had mentioned earlier.
"Oh, a novel called 'The Abyss.' She said she wrote it herself and asked if I wanted to read it. I sometimes have nothing to do at home, so I thought I'd read it to pass the time. I didn't expect it to be that kind of novel," his wife said, her cheeks flushed as she handed her phone to her husband from the bedside table. Aman took the phone but didn't look at it, instead, he put it aside and thought about confessing to his wife about what had happened a few days ago.
"Honey, there's something I want to tell you," Aman said, looking into his wife's clear and beautiful eyes. "I, the other day in Huahai, something happened, and I want to tell you, to ask for your forgiveness." Aman felt his words lacked conviction, and he was a bit hesitant to look into his wife's eyes. Despite living in the countryside, Yuan Zhen was not less intelligent or mentally sharp. Before Aman could continue, she placed her small hand on her husband's mouth, causing a slight jingle of the handcuffs and chains.
"Don't say it. I don't want to know anything. I just ask you, do you love me?" Yuan Zhen's eyes were a bit red, but there was no sign of blame.
"Yes! I love you! Zhenzhen, I will only love you in this life!" Thinking of Zhao Yuetong, Aman suddenly didn't want to go to Yanjing.
"Okay, thank you, honey. That's enough for me," Yuan Zhen murmured against Aman's chest. "I am a woman who knows contentment. As long as you love me and don't leave me, that's enough. I don't want to ask about or deal with other matters."
This really surprised Aman. He was not foolish; how could he not understand the meaning behind his wife's words? Not only did she not get angry with him, but there was not even any blame, and it seemed she even tacitly allowed some things.
"Why?" Aman asked subconsciously.
Hearing her husband's question, Yuan Zhen rolled from her side onto Aman, her passion undiminished despite wearing a chastity belt and an iron bra, and the handcuffs and shackles that somewhat limited her movement. The iron bra on her chest rubbed against Aman's abdomen, and the chastity belt occasionally pressed against the man's thigh, sending a cool metallic sensation through him, but then Yuan Zhen's small mouth nibbled on the little bud on his chest, instantly giving Aman a feeling of ice and fire. When Yuan Zhen's panting mouth, with a trace of saliva, left the man's hardened little bud, she uttered a passionate phrase:
"There's no why, because I am your woman."
Yuan Zhen, who had intended to give her husband another round, was ultimately stopped by Aman. He felt his wife had sacrificed too much for him, and besides, there was another night ahead. Yuan Zhen had wanted to sleep in all her gear, but considering she had to get up early to cook the next day, she reluctantly took it off with Aman's help, leaving only the unopenable chastity belt on, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.