The house, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, was anything but peaceful. The silence shattered with the rhythmic sounds of passion, moans that echoed through every corner, dripping with tension and desire.

"Are you scared?" a voice, low and dripping with amusement, asked.

"I don't care... Just don't stop," came the breathless reply.

The hours dragged on, the moans turning into soft pants, but the hunger was still there, unstoppable.

"I can't stop... Can't get enough of you," the man muttered, his lips pressing fervent kisses, his touch unrelenting.

"Mm... we've been doing this for hours, and yet you're still hungry?" she teased, a shy smile hidden beneath her flushed cheeks.

"Always," he chuckled, the sound almost mocking in its satisfaction.

But then, the door cracked open.

The husband stood in the doorway, his expression calm, unfazed by the sight in front of him.

The husband smirked. "Well, well...An Asmon...I see you're enjoying yourself, but I wasn't expecting a fucking show tonight."

Asmon froze, his eyes widening in alarm.

Asmon, realizing the gravity of the situation, straightened up, ready to face whatever came next.

But the husband's tone was casual, almost bored. "You Asmons think you're tough. Let's see how tough you really are."

Before Asmon could even react, the husband launched himself at him with terrifying speed, a vicious blow landing squarely on Asmon's chest. Asmon grunted, blood spitting from his mouth, but his monstrous form began to swell with anger.

He roared and lunged, claws aiming for the husband's throat. The husband ducked with an almost mocking ease, shrugging off the attack.

Asmon snarled, "You're going to regret this, you bastard!"

The husband cocked his head to the side, his smirk widening. "Oh, I doubt that."

They clashed again, the fight intensifying with every second, the room trembling with the sheer force of their blows.

And then, just as Asmon's claws scraped across the husband's arm, the husband paused mid-fight, wiping blood from his lips.

"Heh... I thought you'd be hard, but fuck... You Asmons are only hard in bed, not in fights," he quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Asmon, seething with rage, was momentarily distracted. "You...!"

The husband grinned, his eyes dark with amusement. "Shut up." He then lunged once more, ending the fight in an instant with a brutal strike that sent Asmon's body crashing to the floor.

Asmon lay still, a pool of blood surrounding him. The husband wiped his hands clean, his gaze cold as he turned to walk away.

"Anyways, Grandmaster will be happy to see your head," he muttered as he stepped over the lifeless body, his voice laced with dark amusement.

The house fell silent once more..

But

The sounds of moaning didn't stop..