Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 121- Blue Balls

'Finally, I got you, wife.' Feeling the softness of her delicate wrist wrapped around by my fingers as I stood outside the door, I just kicked.

There was inflating desire as I recalled our first night, which had been a very bad experience and a hit to my male pride—a man falling unconscious on his wedding night.

How does that sound?

Definitely something that would categorize me in the section of those simp husbands who can't even satisfy their wives, nor that it was an R-18 novel, but I would make it one!

"H-husband, I—" Even before the hushed and soft voice could escape her lips, I pulled her into the room, her following my will as if not retaliating.

I let her hand go as I yanked her into the room, which was slightly dark, and I swiftly turned to close the door.

There was a smirk tugging at my face, as today, no matter what, even at the cost of exhausting myself, breaking my spine, or having my penis fractured, I was hellbent on making this whole night memorable for us.

"I hope this room is soundproof, my wife, or else this whole palace will hear your moa—!?" I, giving a disclaimer for the episode that was going to be telecasted throughout the night, turned with both hands yanking my robe from the chest side, clearly wanting this stubborn fabric to tear.

Of course, a playful lick of my tongue was necessary, and I gave Aleriana a wink, only to have my tongue halt in that position with my mind yelling one thing.

'Fuck...'

"A woman?" Just to confirm my state was the voice from Aleriana, who looked towards the bed and then at my blank expression, her eyes reflecting a woman lying unconscious with disheveled hair, eyes teary, the whole bed having dampness near the face area as if she had cried uncontrollably, the bedsheet messed up with the whole scene pointing towards one thing.

An intense bedroom scene.

"I-I can explain." There was just enough voice leaving me as my eyes glanced towards the ceiling, clearly trying to avert my gaze to feel how ridiculously misleading this whole situation was.

Forget explanation; this was just awkward.

"Is she a spy?" Then came Aleriana's voice, which, as if illuminating the whole darkness of doubts shrouding my mind regarding what may she thought about this whole situation, vanished as I turned only to look towards her narrowed gaze, suspicious as she approached that spy I had beaten north and south.

"Yes, she is," I gave a nod and followed behind Aleriana as she arrived near that woman, who was clearly unconscious with a punch mark on her face.

Before using two fingers, Aleriana seemed to hit the woman's shoulder and abdomen, reminiscent of those scenes mentioned in martial arts movies—sealing meridians, Qi points, or such.

At least it was good to be in a world whose foundation was recycled and used so many times that it did not take much world-building for me to remember to understand this world.

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Yet my eyes seemed to look between Aleriana and that woman with my heart internally bleeding as I was completely aroused and in the mood, but now everything was ruined because of this trash—forget the limbs I broke, this time, she was gonna be dead.

"Limbs broken using sluggish mortal methods, hardly any evidence of retaliation in the room, activated illusionary circle, and finally this punch on her face? Is she a spy you wanted to catch alive?"

'Whoa, whoa, now that's my woman,' I clearly felt fortunate after seeing how, through observation, Aleriana, without me telling her everything, was able to deduce things and not act like the average woman found in general who doubts their husbands on every single thing.

It is a blessing to have a smart woman as your wife.

'I feel my chest bloat with pride.'

[ Control it, or you will turn into a woman, Host. ]

'Don't kill the mood, idiot!'

"Ahem, that's exactly what happened, but she was trying to... spy, and I caught her." I was about to tell her how this woman I caught, rather than spying, had clear intentions of killing me or rather kidnapping me, but I halted, knowing well that due to fleeting anger, Aleriana might kill this woman, making all my efforts in catching her useless.

"Hah? So, she tried to kill you? I see..."

'Fuck.' And there I realized, smart wives are double-edged swords.

It is definitely a curse to have a smart woman as your wife.

"Wait, Aleriana, you shouldn't—" I was fast to act as I stretched my hand, trying to warn her that she shouldn't do anything to that woman, given there is much information that we can collect from her, but I got interrupted.

"You did well to not kill her, husband." Aleriana's words, though cutting me off, seemed genuinely composed regarding how I didn't do anything to this woman.

This made sense, at least to me, and unlike what I thought about her tormenting this woman knowing she tried to harm her husband, Aleriana was much calmer.

"After all, let me know who dared to send this woman here to harm you."

'So, that was your aim.' Ruffling my hair, I realized that she wanted not just the spy but also the one behind her to be held responsible for the consequences of trying to attack me, making it feel genuinely warming how much she cared for me.

"It's fine, Aleriana, I have a way to make this woman utter—" I definitely had a plan to make this woman, who would probably be far more resilient against torture, reveal all the information.

For this particular reason, I had called out Mialthara tomorrow morning, but my words were cut short as I saw Aleriana turning towards the balcony of the room as she approached it.

"How dare they? I will find out who was behind this!" Aleriana's words were genuine, as they seemed to show worry for me, but again that worry didn't match the way her eyes side-glanced towards me while the suspicious haste in her movement, as if trying to leave the room, made my face go blank as I realized that I was getting fooled.

"Stop there, woman!" I yelled with a clear twitch in my mouth as I realized that Aleriana was trying to escape from my clutches, clearly acting smart with me as she tried to camouflage this situation for her own escape.

"D-did you call for me, husband?" Her head turning towards me was the last nail in the coffin of my suspicion, as I realized that this woman was indeed trying to escape just now.

Forget the composer; I felt frustrated beyond control after already experiencing blue balls due to the mood being cut off by this unconscious spy.

"If you run away, then I will go to meet Olea." Clearly seeing the breeze coming out of the open balcony ruffling that cascading black hair, with strands touching her milk-white skin over her face and with eyes deep enough to make me swallow, with a body—curved, lustrous, well-proportioned and just ravishing over that hateful fabric—I could not risk having her run away tonight.

'!'

There was a visible flinch in her posture, with her eyes blinking and her lips trembling as they tried to part, warm breath glistening in the cold moonlight as she said the words I wanted—no, any sane man would want to hear: "Be gentle...."