He wanted to go to the upper realm and start preparing for the original novel's plot line, to directly take part in it.

But she was asking him to stay and play family.

That definitely wasn't his plan.

'Hah? Shit...'

Suddenly he felt her finger loosening on his chin, both hands dangling as if reading his face, with the clear sadness emitting from her gesture telling him that he just screwed up.

He had just become like those men from his old world who enjoyed having fun, but when it came to responsibility, they retreated. They wanted holes to release themselves but not to take responsibility for what came out of that hole.

"Don't be like that..."

Seeing her blink her eyes as if disappointed, he inhaled.

It was strange that he cared for her, and also how it pissed him off seeing her sad because of him. He thought that after having the children, he would leave soon enough, not stop here.

He wanted to leave a legacy in the lower realm, under the care of someone, to set up rule for his children when the lower realm plot would be needed.

But seeing her asking something from him as their wedding gift for the first time—and yet he wasn't able to fulfill it—made him feel like shit. He couldn't help but let his eyes slowly move towards her belly.

He noticed it had a minute bump. His eyes narrowed as he let one hand rest on her wet, soft belly, using his Qi to feel that she had twins.

'You little demons...'

He blinked, clearly thinking for a moment that he really was going to have a whole team of children this way.

He saw her eyes slowly look at him with expectation as a smile bloomed on his face. But again, doing this in the clichéd way was not his style—at least not the style of a perverted man like him.

So he smiled before giving a perverted grin, those third-red-villain licks of his lips showing, while his middle finger lowered towards her vagina. Clearly touching its edge—if not for her legs tightly locked—it would have entered more.

Seeing her eyes fighting, he demanded like a scum husband, "But what will I get in exchange for acting as a father?"

"Y-you... perverted bastard..." Yue muttered as she gave a side-eye roll before shaking her head.

'!?!'

"Ugh—!"

Suddenly he groaned, looking down to see her clenching his balls.

A firm wrap, nails dulled by water, a squeeze just short of pain. His breath stuttered.

"Hey, Yue—wait—stop. I don't want anything—come on. Are you really gonna cut off my balls just for saying it like that?"

She didn't look away.

She lowered to her knees on slick marble, unbothered by the water splashing her back.

Her eyes stayed locked on his. One hand held his shaft up by the base; the other cupped his sac and adjusted it into place.

She opened her mouth and took one testicle in. It didn't fit in one go—too heavy and full. Her lips stretched, cheeks hollowed, tongue slid beneath and lifted the weight.

She couldn't seal fully; she pulled back, breathed through her nose, angled, then engulfed the other—wet, hot, careful.

Saliva mixed with shower water, ran down his balls to her mouth.

He groaned, head falling back—all wet stone and falling water and that hard gulp of heat around his sac.

"Now I think this perverted husband might try to act as a father."

The sensation was intense—hot, wet, tinged with a sting of pain as her teeth grazed, making him grunt.

He grabbed her hair and groaned, body shuddering as she let his ball pop free, shifting and taking the other side into her lips.

There was nothing gentle here, just pure possessiveness—her eyes sharp and intent on his face, reading every twitch, every gasp.

It was as if she wanted to see his reaction when she sucked him off, but definitely not in the way he wanted.

He managed a shaky laugh.

"I think my perverted wife needs to give something more to convince this asshole to be a hands-on dad."

She let him go, still kneeling, lips swollen, water dripping from her jaw.

"You better not think of running..."

She stood up, letting her body press close—wet skin gliding over his, tits pressed against his chest, her hand wrapping around his now fully-hard cock, slicking it with the combined mix of shower water and spit.

She stroked him a few times to tease.

He caught her around the waist, backing her against the slick marble wall, hands sliding down to her ass—cupping, lifting, spreading her cheeks wide.

"Ahn~!!"

She winced, biting her lips at how firm he was with her, bracing herself with one hand against his shoulder and the other gripping the base of his cock as if, after his shoulder's strength, she trusted only his dick.

"Since you promise," she said, voice a rough whisper.

She leaned forward. Though, due to height difference, she needed to tiptoe, yet she said it before biting his earlobe and retreating back.

Looking with her green eyes, opening her mouth, letting the sour water pooled in her mouth drip from her lips, she let her tongue slip out with warm breath, water clearing her lips, and said, "If I walked out without limping... you are not a man."

'!'

'Ah, fuck it!'

He didn't need to be told twice.

Forget this shitty novel plot progression. Better stretch more chapters with smut than actually rush to the upper realm.

"Mmmphh~!"

He kissed her, wet and rough—mouths crashing, teeth catching lips, water and saliva mixing.

He hooked his arm under her thighs, grabbing and pinning one leg around his hip, guiding his cockhead to her entrance.

His cockhead pressed against her slick folds, teasing the entrance as steam swirled around their wet bodies.

The swollen tip nudged her dripping pussy lips apart, her hot juices already coating him, making the veined shaft glisten under the shower's spray.

"You asked for it," he growled, gripping her thigh tighter as he pushed the tip inside.

"Ahhn—!"

Her nails dug into his shoulders, green eyes flashing with defiance even as her body trembled.

The tight heat of her pussy squeezed around just his head, already struggling to accommodate his girth, her inner walls rippling with slick resistance, stretched taut around the invading thickness.

Squelch....!

He thrust deeper, splitting her open inch by inch. Her cunt gripped him like a vice, every ridge of his cock dragging against her soaked flesh, forcing her to yield with burning friction.

"Fuck—so tight," he grunted, feeling her walls clench and flutter around his shaft as she twitched her muscles.

Maybe because unlike Ying Jia, she had a toned body. Her pussy was tighter, and especially given her athletic physique, she had more control over her muscles to even tighten her pussy walls.

Or maybe she had prepared herself—that's why she challenged him to begin with?

"Ngh—is that... all you got?" she gasped, voice breathy but still challenging him even as her body shook.

And there Tianlong realized—in these few days, he had been busy with Mei and Feng, he didn't even notice why this woman was less proactive for sex.

So, she was preparing her weapon to crush his...

'How cute.'

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