Not a mere promise

I'm standing in an embrace hall

Many people are looking at me, I don't know why I recognize these people.

but I was surprised why there was a priest beside me.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Please kiss your partner" the priest said giving me goosebumps.

wait,wait,wait,wait,wait,wait.

And I saw my bride.

This demon became my bride.

I reflexively slapped the woman

but why did my slap bounce back

I realized

I was still sleeping and looked in front of me and my hand slapped her right in the chest.

And the one with the boobs, woke up and saw my behavior.

"I can explain" and I was kicked full force right in my stomach.

I was thrown off my bed.

I'm thrown out on my own bed, the ultimate humiliation.

"Damn you woman, I just had a nightmare, you kicked me. while you were having a nightmare, I was willing to accompany and hug you. we are not compatible" I endured the pain in my stomach, I really wanted to vomit from this.

This hurts so much, it seems like this woman's strength is not ordinary. I have to be even stronger not to be finished by her.

She got up and crack all her knuckles.

Oh my god she's going to execute me now.

several times already. maybe the second because yesterday was not counted

And sure enough I was executed, early this morning.

The sound of punches kicking and the sound of me resisting all her attacks can be heard in this apartment.

What I was hoping for in the morning, was a good morning at least, a kiss in the morning at least, sex the most. What? I was hoping for at least, right?

Not really.

It wasn't the clapping of her hips or the moaning of both of us.

but the sound of us hitting each other and my voice telling her to stop.

I was beaten by her for more than 3 hours.

For an ordinary person I might have died covered in blood here, fortunately my body is 1.5 times stronger. Why do I think that? Let's just say that.

But I'm dying here. Hey I'm dying here.

She has had her fill of executing me, to be honest I'm still in pain. She looks at me with a look of satisfaction at her torture.

You think I enjoyed it? No. My partner is the embodiment of a wild beast, out there she is like a princess with a perfect face.

Wild as in my opinion, wild as in tomboy or Gothic girl . It's because of their charms that I like them.

Except this demon.

This demon is not a wild woman, she is a huntress at the top of the food chain while I am just a seat that she tramples on every day.

Maybe she's just shy to show her femininity, maybe.

Anyway, how long will this woman sit on my stomach. You fucking heavy woman.

My face is full of wounds and I need to treat them immediately. But this woman won't let me get up.

I want to divorce this woman. First step, let's try to enter the hospital first.

I raised both my hands towards her breasts and squeezed them gently twice, even though they were covered with a bra I felt the size of her breasts increase, thank goodness.

"Looks like I won" I spoke in a weak voice and I must have gotten hit harder than before.

At least I died with a bang.

.

.

.

Damn it, why do I always like getting beat up by this woman. Am I a masochist?

I need therapy now.

But my body is now on my bed.

My face is covered in bandages again.

I sigh at my stupidity again.

Maybe I'm sexually frustrated.

I want to masturbate, but that woman is still here and worse, my apartment hasn't been fixed yet.

My bedroom door is not there. It sucks.

I stood up to get some food from the fridge, I walked past the bathroom. It looks like she was taking a shower.

I saw her body behind the bathroom partition. It looks like she was scrubbing her head. I watched her for 5 minutes. And then I realized

I need to get out of here before she sees me.

I took the food from the fridge and warmed it up while waiting for it to cook.

She comes out with a towel over her body.

"Enjoyed the show" she looks at me with a seductive gaze.

I look at her innocently and smile at her.

"What do you mean, I came straight here" smile, just smile to show your innocence.

"5-minute show, and you saw my whole body even though it was faint behind the bathroom partition, you forgot that your bathroom has a small mirror" she pointed to the mirror in the bathroom.

I was angry with that mirror, because it caught me peeping.

Who was the idiot who put it there? Of course I know who it is, it's me.

"I can explain" I tried to apologize for my behavior.

"You want to see it?"

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"You want to see my body, don't you?"

Miss, I'm not going to lie, of course I want to see your whole body in full. But I'm afraid of being beaten by you.

So maybe next time.

"I honestly want to see it but I'm not in the mood right now, I'm sorry" I picked up my warm food and started eating.

"Just tell me you're afraid of getting aroused, you cowardly, impotent man" She giggled at my behavior.

"I don't wish to be horny anymore, I just want to be happy" I ate my food again and saw what her response was.

"That means I have to take the initiative to have sex with you, is that what you want" she mocked me, I honestly didn't mind. In fact I felt blessed by it.

"Maybe, but if I've reached my limit. You remember five years ago when you whined for me not to rape you, good times" I looked at her seriously and smiled.

"So what" she challenged me by lifting both her breasts high.

"I will shamefully rape you like a prostitute in the suburbs" I pointed at her proudly.

"Is that a threat? "

"No, it's a promise"

I continued my meal while she changed in my room.

I started to get ready for tomorrow, if tomorrow it was destined that I did that then the system would definitely activate, so I had to be vigilant about my wishes.

Then maybe we'll have an orgy