Chapter 4

    Husband’s Improvement in Bed

    The harsh voice of Chanpa rang through the ears of the soldiers who had been gossiping about his temporary husband so gleefully. Even if he was a fake wife, their current status as husband and wife was very real.

    Chanpa hated hypocrites the most—those who spoke kindly to someone’s face but criticized them behind their back. Disgusting!

    “Who do you think you are, daring to insult my husband?”

    “Your Highness, I didn’t mean it.”

    “You didn’t mean it, or you didn’t expect me to hear it? Do you think the title of Northern City’s Crown Prince is just a hollow title, merely for show?”

    “We never thought that, Your Highness,”

    The two angelic soldiers pleaded, dropping to their knees, trembling. They had often gossiped like this before, and no one had ever reprimanded them. Why were they so unlucky to have the crown princess overhear them this time?

    “You fools have no control over your tongues, spewing nothing but vile gossip. Perhaps I should inform my husband and have your lips sewn shut!”

    “Please forgive us, Your Highness. We didn’t mean it.”

    “I don’t care. You’ve committed the offense already. Don’t expect me to be as lenient as my husband. Take them away—flog them ten times and slap them twenty times before letting them go.”

    “Y-Your Highness, please show mercy!”

    Within hours, the news of the two soldiers kneeling and begging for mercy from the newly appointed crown princess spread like wildfire. Every servant and soldier knew about it. Naturally, the person who was the subject of this gossip heard about it too. He already loved his wife so much, but his admiration was growing even deeper. He wanted to show his appreciation by giving her a special gift.

    After knowing each other for a while, Bodin instinctively realized that his wife had a very high level of desire. Unfortunately, his own skills were insufficient to satisfy his wife fully. Most of the time, he ended up exhausted and had to rely on his wife to clean him up after their encounters. But this time, he was determined not to let that happen again.

    My wife deserves to be fully satisfied!

    That was Bodin’s resolve, and he hoped his wife would be pleased if his skills in bed showed improvement. Bodin changed his clothes and disguised himself before slipping out of the palace. His plain, unremarkable appearance allowed him to blend into the crowd without attracting attention, making it easy to reach his destination.

    His first stop was the city’s grand library, which housed books on every subject imaginable. He went straight to pull out a book on intimate positions for married couples. He read through it quickly, analyzing and memorizing the various techniques. Next, Bodin made his way to a place filled with experts.

    The young angel named Bodin stood nervously outside, feeling embarrassed. He had never set foot in such a place before, but studying only the theory wasn’t enough. He needed hands-on guidance from experienced professionals.

    “How many are in your party?”

    “I’m here alone.”

    “Is there anyone special you’d like to meet?”

    “I need someone highly skilled in the art of lovemaking. If they’re male, even better. Money is not an issue.”

    “Understood.”

    A woman working at the brothel nodded in acknowledgment before stepping back and summoning a highly experienced courtesan. This individual was a gender-fluid courtesan who could present as either male or female based on the client's preference. As one of the highest-ranking courtesans in the establishment, everyone desired a taste—if they could afford it.

    “You’re the one who said you’d pay without limit?”

    “Yes.”

    “Heh, follow me. I’ll take you to my room.”

    Singha smiled softly, casting a seductive glance at the well-mannered yet deep-pocketed client, unlike the usual lustful patrons. Singha initially expected to drain Bodin’s energy, but it quickly became clear that the young angel was devoted to his wife. All Singha needed to do was offer advice and demonstrate techniques without any physical intimacy. Bodin, meanwhile, watched Singha’s provocative moves intently—not because he was aroused, but because he was analyzing and comparing them to his wife’s movements in bed.

    “So that’s how it is.” No wonder my wife leans back so much.

    “If you thrust at this moment—ah!—your wife will definitely reach climax.”

    Singha was frustrated by Bodin’s lack of sexual desire. Yet, the hefty payment kept Singha compliant, and he continued to instruct the peculiar young man.

    “The book says being carried makes it more pleasurable. Why is that? I thought it would be tiring.”

    “It’s because it allows deeper penetration. It’s a pity you won’t let me touch you; I could teach you much more effectively.”

    “No need. Just explaining is enough.”

    Singha felt like sighing a thousand times at the strange client, but he complied, following Bodin’s instructions until the lesson was complete. With a head full of newfound knowledge, Bodin returned to the palace, determined that this time his wife would be fully satisfied.

    I’ll make Bulan feel so overwhelmed that he begs me to stop!

    Bodin clenched his fist with determination as he strode into the palace. When he stopped in front of the bedroom door, he took a deep breath, pushed it open, and stepped inside. He was greeted by the sight of his beautiful wife sprawled on the bed, one leg draped over a pillow, revealing his slender waist and a round, squeezable bottom. The sight immediately stirred Bodin’s desire. In the past, he might have hesitated, but after spending so much time together, he had grown bolder. After all, his wife was a terrible tease; how could he not be affected?

    “Mm, you’re back already?”

    “Yes, I’m back. By the way, I heard about what you did today. Why did you punish them so harshly?” Bodin asked, cuddling close and kissing his wife on the bed.

    “Someone insulted my husband. Did you expect me to let it slide?”

    Chanpa’s irritation flared up when he thought about what happened during the day.

    “Well, it’s true that I’m not very capable,” Bodin whispered dejectedly in his ear, hugging Chanpa’s waist from behind.

    “Don’t say that you’re not capable. You’re my husband; how could you be anything less?”

    Chanpa turned to face him, gripping the sides of Bodin’s face with frustration. The thick glasses he wore made him look dull and ordinary.

    “Don’t underestimate yourself. You’re far better than that.”

    “Mm. If my wife says so, then I’ll try my best.”

    “There’s no need to try; you already are.”

    “Bulan...”

    “You’re talented, you know that? And as my husband, you’re even more exceptional—by hundreds of times.”

    It’s a pity I’m just a fake wife.

    With a sudden move, Chanpa straddled Bodin’s lap, pulling off his husband’s glasses and setting them on the bedside table. The sheer white nightgown he wore left little to the imagination, and the sight of it made Bodin’s length stir beneath the fabric. Chanpa cupped his husband’s soft cheek with his right hand and leaned down for a kiss. The once inexperienced tongue had become far more skilled, and the wet, passionate kiss left Chanpa feeling good. He rubbed his hips against the hardness beneath him, filled with a burning desire. Before he realized it, Bodin’s strong hands were hiking up the thin nightgown to the waist, grabbing and kneading Chanpa’s round bottom until his fingers sank into the soft flesh.

    “Ugh, mm.”

    “Bulan, this time, can I take the lead?”

    “Hm? Do you think you can handle it? Last time, you collapsed from exhaustion, didn’t you?” Chanpa raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, looking at his husband with a cute expression.

    “This time will be different, I promise. Trust me.”

    “Mm, alright, I’ll let you try. But if you can’t keep up, I’ll push you until you’re completely worn out as punishment.”

    “I’m willing to accept any punishment, my dear wife.”

    Bodin flipped Chanpa onto his back, positioning his slender legs up against his chest. He glanced at the entrance, which was slightly swollen and sensitive from their morning activities.

    “Gulp, I’m going to start now.”

    “I’m watching, my husband. Show me what you’ve got.”

    Swallowing hard, Bodin lowered his head and began to lick around the sensitive entrance, just as he had learned earlier that day. He didn’t thrust his tongue inside immediately; instead, he teased the soft outer edges, rubbing his nose along his lover’s inner thigh and pressing firm kisses that were far bolder than usual. Seeing this, Chanpa smiled, clearly pleased, letting out a moan each time Bodin hit a sensitive spot.

    “Ah, husband, right there.”

    Hearing this, Bodin’s confidence grew, thinking that he was on the right path. He used one hand to gently tease the tight entrance, arousing the desire a bit more, while his lips continued to leave deep, red marks along Chanpa’s pale thighs. The small hickeys resembled rose petals, making Chanpa’s heart flutter than usual. He had never experienced such gentle, loving touches before, and it made his legs spread wider unconsciously. His fingers tangled in Bodin’s hair, guiding his husband’s head closer as his tongue hit the sweet spot.

    “Ah, Bodin, right there, mm.”

    Bodin’s warm tongue slipped inside, searching for that sensitive spot with ease. When he flicked his tongue against it, Chanpa let out a sharp scream, overwhelmed by the sensation. But Bodin didn’t stop—he remembered from his lesson that when the receiver cried out, it was a sign to keep going.

    “Ah! It feels so good. Oh, it’s so good. Ah!”

    The wet sounds of Bodin’s tongue relentlessly teasing Chanpa’s sensitive spot filled the room. He used his thumb and forefinger to spread the entrance wider while his free hand began to stroke Chanpa’s smaller shaft, circling the tip with his thumb to trap the release inside. Chanpa’s hips bucked off the bed, convulsing in mid-air, moaning louder than Bodin had ever heard before. But that’s not enough. He quickened his tongue’s movements, thrusting faster until his beautiful wife’s body seized up, hitting a powerful climax just as Bodin had hoped. His release shot high into the air, and his hips lifted off the bed, trembling just as Singha had described.

    “Ah, husband, w-what are you going to do next?”

    “I’m going to make you moan until you have no strength left, just like you wanted.”

    “Mm!”

    This time, Bodin pressed his lips to Chanpa’s, kissing him deeply. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, thrusting them into the tight entrance, curling them to hit the sweet spot, that had just sent him to the peak, so hard that Chanpa moaned loudly into the kiss. Seeing how responsive his wife was, Bodin nodded to himself, thinking he was on the right track. He pumped his fingers harder, breaking the kiss to watch Chanpa’s pleasure-drunk face with satisfaction.

    “Ah, so good. I’m so close, faster, please. Ah!”

    The second orgasm came quickly. Chanpa’s release splattered across his chest, and his entrance clenched rhythmically in time with his breathing. Saliva dripped down from the corner of his mouth, making him look irresistibly seductive. Bodin gazed at his wife with adoration, unable to stop whispering words of love in his mind. He knew it was time to move on to the main event. This time, he positioned himself between his beloved wife’s legs, aligning his large shaft that Chanpa often said he liked it so much with the eager entrance, inserting the tip inside.

    “Ah, yes, put it in, deeper.”

    Bodin fought to hold back his own climax, pushing himself slowly inside until he was fully sheathed. He could see Chanpa’s lower belly bulging slightly.

    “Ah, your shaft is so big, husband. I can feel it deep inside my stomach,” Chanpa murmured, his eyes glazed with lust.

    “This time, I’m going to make sure you’re completely satisfied.”

    “Ah, right there, husband, harder, please. Ah!”

    The strong body of Bodin pressed down against Chanpa’s slender form, thrusting his thick shaft against the sensitive spot inside slowly, allowing his wife to adjust, before increasing the pace as Chanpa’s moans filled the room, begging him to go faster. The intense heat from Chanpa’s warm, squeezing walls almost overwhelmed Bodin, spreading waves of pleasure throughout his entire body. He reached his first climax inside the tight entrance he had already claimed countless times.

    “Ah!”

    “You finished before I did, husband? Weren’t you the one who said you’d keep going until I was satisfied? If you finish first like this, how will you last until morning?”

    Chanpa was slightly out of breath. They had reached their peak only seconds apart, the sensation of Bodin’s hot release inside made Chanpa scream, shiver, and climax as well.

    “I will satisfy you, no matter what,”

    Bodin declared with confidence. He leaned down and kissed his wife deeply, sliding his tongue inside once more. His strong arms lifted Chanpa’s legs, holding them firmly as his shaft, which was just released, hardened again in the tight, welcoming entrance. Gone was the timid and dull angel; now, Bodin was a passionate and skillful lover, making his giant wife cry out with pleasure. When he lifted Chanpa into the air, the smaller man’s legs wrapped around Bodin’s narrow waist instinctively. Chanpa’s body jerked as it was their first time trying the upstanding citizen position, and the friction of Bodin’s large, thick length rubbing against Chanpa’s sensitive walls sent shivers through the lustful giant.

    “Ah! Bodin, yes, harder. More, ah!”

    “Ah, you’re squeezing me so tightly, my wife.”

    “Mm!”

    With each thrust, Bodin pushed deeper, aided by gravity as Chanpa’s body dropped down onto him. The giant’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, crying out to encourage his husband, who had just learned the theories that afternoon. No words were needed; Chanpa’s blissed-out expression was proof enough that Bodin’s skill in bed had improved significantly.

    At this moment, Chanpa’s mind was blank, filled with nothing but waves of intense pleasure. He couldn’t even tell how many times he had climaxed. The sticky puddles of release staining the floor were evidence of just how many times he had reached his peak. Exhausted and trembling on the bed, Chanpa’s entrance gaped open, just as Bodin had predicted.

    “Where, gulp, did you learn this? This morning, you couldn’t last like this.”

    “I just went to learn from the brothel.”

    “…You went to a brothel?”

    “Mm, but I didn’t touch anyone. I only asked for advice and watched demonstrations.”

    Hearing his innocent reply, Chanpa’s brow twitched. His initial plan to praise his husband for his improvement was forgotten. He felt irritation instead. The slender figure pushed himself up from the bed, frowning, and grabbed Bodin’s wrist, pulling him down onto the bed instead.

    “Ah, Bulan, what are you doing?”

    “How dare you go watch others have sex just to practice on me!”

    “Wife.”

    “I forbid you from going there! You already have me. How dare you watch other men?!”

    Chanpa’s heart was filled with anger, his teeth grinding together. He had never encountered someone so foolish. He was a master of lovemaking, the most skilled in the entire Giant Kingdom, yet this idiot had chosen to learn from someone else instead of him. It was utterly humiliating!

    “Are you angry with me? I promise I won’t do it again.”

    “I won’t be angry if you let me go watch other men pleasure themselves while calling out my name!”

    “Bulan, what nonsense are you saying?!”

    “And what nonsense made you go to a brothel to watch others?!” You have a grandmaster in front of you, yet you went to learn from amateurs!

    "I just wanted to learn how to make you happy,"

    Bodin said softly, not daring to raise his voice against Bulan, who was clearly angry for reasons he couldn’t understand. He hadn’t touched anyone at the brothel, not even once. Why was his wife upset? He couldn’t figure it out—other soldiers went to such places too.

    “In that case, I’ll go learn how to make you happy as well. Tomorrow, I’ll visit the brothel and practice with them. That way, we’ll be even. Are you satisfied with that?”

    Just the thought of his wife watching other men make love, hearing them moan his name, set Bodin’s heart ablaze with jealousy. He couldn’t bear the idea.

    “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

    “Remember, if there’s a second time, I won’t forgive you.”

    “Ah, Bulan.”

    “I’ll train you myself, husband. Remember that.”

    “Mmph!”

    When anger brought back the strength, the grandmaster of sex began to show his prowess. Chanpa grasped Bodin’s thick shaft, stroking it firmly until it throbbed in his hand. He leaned down, kissing and biting hard along Bodin’s chest, leaving teeth marks as a declaration of ownership on his husband’s pale neck.

    “Ow!”

    Chanpa positioned Bodin’s erection at his entrance again and sank down fully, taking him in to the hilt. The sensation was just as electrifying as before, but this time Chanpa showcased his full skill, rocking his hips left and right, clenching tightly around the thick shaft. He teased Bodin’s nipples with his fingers until they stiffened, making his husband moan deeply. Bodin couldn’t hold back; he squeezed Chanpa’s round cheeks hard enough that they spilled out between his fingers, climaxing inside his wife just as Chanpa had intended. But Chanpa wasn’t about to let his guilty husband off that easily. He lifted himself off Bodin’s lap, letting the warm release spill out, then gave a wicked grin before lowering his mouth to suck on Bodin’s still-hard length. The young angel screamed, overwhelmed by the sensation.

    “Ah! Bulan, wait. It’s too much, ah!”

    Let this be a lesson—don’t you dare visit another brothel again when you already have me!

    Chanpa sucked him hard, his cheeks hollowing with each pull. Hearing his husband’s cries of pleasure mixed with tears, but refused to push him back, brought a sense of satisfaction to Chanpa. He continued until Bodin came once more into his warm mouth, leaving the angel panting and spending. Once again, the lustful giant had defeated his angel husband.

    By the time Chanpa’s anger had subsided, Bodin was exhausted and lay on the bed, utterly drained of energy. He could only hope that one day he would be able to defeat his capable wife. As Bodin's eyes were about to close, Chanpa came over and caressed his husband’s head, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

    “I forgive you now, husband. Rest well.”

    “...” Are you sending me off to the afterlife with that blessing…?

    Bodin thought to himself. But even as he drifted off to sleep, there was a small, contented smile on his lips. The young angel had fallen hopelessly in love with his (fake) wife, without a doubt.