A/N : Welcome, my beloved readers.
Hmmmm, how should I say this… oh yeah, you're definitely the kind of people who clicked the 18+ tag and scrolled right past the warning.
And all I want to say is: good—you've come to the right place. And welcome, my perverted readers.
I'm your author, and I'm back to accompany your Night, morning, or afternoon and evening. Once again, of course with this remake story—because a few weeks ago, Webnovel deliberately buried my previous book deep in the sea of rankings.
So I really hope this won't happen again going forward, and yeah, all I can do is hope you're willing to throw your Power Stones so this book doesn't meet the same fate as my previous one.
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"Where… am I?" a confused soul asked itself.
Darkness surrounded him. He tried to move, but his body refused to respond.
"Am I dead? That doesn't make sense—I always took care of myself. The last thing I remember… I was just sleeping. If I really died, I hope my body can be buried properly…"
It seemed he was far too relaxed about being dead, accepting it gracefully—without regret.
Ding!
Establishing connection…
10%… 50%… 100%.
Connection successful.
Initiating Protocol 478…
'What the hell?'
Ding!
"Hello, Master."
"Master…? Yeah, what's up."
"You don't sound very surprised," the voice noted.
"Should I be?" he replied. "Look, I'd rather get some answers. Where am I?"
"Hmmm… I could explain it here, but it'll be easier if we meet in person," the system replied.
Ding!
Activating Protocol 114: Soul extraction into Personal Domain.
Please wait…
10%… 40%… 60%… 80%… 100%.
Protocol complete.
A sudden warmth washed over him, replacing the void with a sensation that was almost… pleasant.
A gentle breeze drifted through the grand hall. Sunlight gleamed off tall marble pillars, the scent of the sea filling the air. The distant sound of waves echoed beyond an open balcony, blending with the low hum of magic pulsing through the atmosphere.
He found himself sprawled across a massive, luxurious bed, silk sheets barely covering his body.
"Damn. Did I die and wake up in a VIP suite?"
Then he noticed something else.
"WTF… why am I naked?"
Ding!
"Hahaha, sorry, my dear Master. At least no one saw you."
A smirk tugged at his lips. "You sure about that? I get the feeling you were looking."
"Master, you shouldn't be so sensitive about minor details," the voice replied, trying to sound indifferent.
He sighed and sat up. "Fine, whatever. So, where am I supposed to go?"
"Just head straight ahead. There are no doors here anyway."
Taking in the extravagant white-and-blue marble surroundings, he walked through the palace. Eventually, he reached a grand chamber where a woman sat upon a throne.
He stopped in his tracks.
'Damn… she's beautiful. Is she trying to impress me by sitting on a throne? Well, I guess that's pretty effective.'
Her silver hair shimmered under the light, cascading down her shoulders, while her deep ruby-red eyes held a captivating glow. Her figure—curves that could make a man willingly start a war at any time just to earn her attention—was nothing short of divine.
Then he realized something.
'She's beautiful—too beautiful, in fact. How do I explain it? Silver hair, blood-red eyes, a very voluptuous body, and her chest is D-cup. Damn, many men would go to war for that alone…'
"Hmmm, Host— I mean, Master. Please don't think dirty thoughts while you're still naked. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"Ashamed…? What's that? Can you eat it? And whose fault is it that I'm naked right now?"
Hearing his words, a faint flush crept onto her cheeks, but she quickly hid it. She wanted to look graceful—especially in front of her future Master.
"Ahem. Let's start with introductions so we're not strangers," she said. "I am Raviel, a true goddess. I found you floating in the void and brought you here."
Hearing that, he raised an eyebrow.
'Yeah, right. Like that's just a coincidence.'
'It all sounds way too familiar—like something straight out of a novel. And she still hasn't explained how I died.'
Still, he replied politely and introduced himself.
"What a beautiful name. I'm Allen—so let me guess," he said while crossing his arms. "Am I going to be reincarnated into another world, given overpowered abilities, and then expected to go around slapping people with my strength?"
"Sorry, but I'm not interested in doing cliché stuff like that. I'm a normal person, okay? And I definitely don't have weird fetishes like those kinds of protagonists," he said, recalling several Chinese fanfic novels where the MC always acted that way.
Besides, he didn't want to grind endlessly like a game character—it was boring. And if he had to be reincarnated, then at the very least, he wanted a world far away from danger if possible.
She blinked, clearly caught off guard by his words—especially by what was going on in Allen's mind.
"No—Allen… I actually want you to be my husband," Raviel said, giving a completely different answer.
This was because, from the moment she saw Allen, she felt a strange attraction toward him—something like love at first sight. Naturally, she had no intention of letting him go now.
The room fell silent.
Her face turned redder, her words lingering in the air like a temptation most men would kill for.
"Sure," he said without hesitation.
Allen wasn't stupid. And why would he reject someone who genuinely liked him?
'After all, she's a goddess. And she's really beautiful too—honestly, she's exactly my type.'
Now it was her turn to be stunned.
"You agreed… that fast?"
"Of course. Only an idiot would turn down a proposal from a woman as stunning as you."
Raviel looked touched by his words, but her gaze briefly flickered downward—right where his 'little brother' was freely on display.
'Is she staring at my dick—?'
She quickly averted her eyes.
"Ahem! Let's move somewhere more comfortable. And—"
She snapped her fingers. Instantly, clothes materialized on him.
"—that should solve that problem," she said, clearly pretending she hadn't just been staring.
Allen nodded and followed Raviel as they walked toward the dining room.
The dining hall was just as extravagant as the rest of the palace—tall crystal windows, a long marble table, and golden chandeliers casting a soft glow across the room. Plates of food were already laid out, steam rising from freshly prepared dishes.
He took a seat across from Raviel, who looked completely at ease as she sipped a golden-hued drink from a delicate glass.
"Eat," she said, gesturing toward the feast.
He didn't need to be told twice. Taking a bite from the nearest dish, his eyes widened.
'Holy hell—this is incredible.'
Raviel's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I take it the food is to your liking?"
He swallowed and leaned back, smirking. "Not bad. But if you really wanted to impress me, you should've fed me yourself."
Raviel chuckled softly. "Oh? You're already demanding affection? M-my… Allen, you're quite bold."
He grinned. "Well… as a husband, isn't it natural to want his wife's attention?"
He said it partly to test her—to see whether she would truly comply. After all, she was the one who had wanted him to marry her in the first place. And as a man, he believed that a husband's first role was to make his wife willingly devoted to him, not the other way around.
For the first time, a faint blush dusted Raviel's cheeks. She then gracefully picked up a piece of fruit and held it out to him.
"…Then, open up," she said, maintaining her composed expression.
Allen blinked.
'Wait… that actually worked?'
Still, he was never one to back down. He leaned forward and took the fruit from her fingers, deliberately letting his lips brush against them ever so slightly.
Raviel's eyes flickered, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she smiled gracefully.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Of course," Allen replied as he leaned back, savoring the taste. "You don't get hand-fed by a goddess every day."
She laughed softly, but there was something else in her gaze—something almost… fond. Like a wolf looking at its prey with affection rather than hunger.
After a few more bites, Allen finally set his utensils down.
"Alright," he said. "I've got questions. First—why me? There are billions of people on Earth, yet you chose me. What's the catch?"
He was genuinely curious now. More than that, he wanted an honest answer.
Raviel's expression turned thoughtful. "Well… the truth is, I fell in love at first sight."
Allen crossed his arms. "Have we met before?" he asked, vaguely recalling how many women had said similar things to him in the past.
She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Yes. Well… I actually secretly stalked you when you were still alive."
Raviel admitted it without hesitation.
Allen stared at her.
'Hmm… is this woman a yandere?' he thought as he looked at Raviel. 'Well, she's my wife now, so what does it matter if she stalked me?'
He didn't really hate women like that. In fact, he felt oddly pleased knowing that someone as beautiful as her had been his stalker.
And yandere women are only dangerous if you reject their love.
She giggled softly, having read his thoughts. Even so, she knew Allen didn't dislike it.
"So," Allen said, changing the subject, "can you tell me how I died?"
"Hmmm… actually, you died because your apartment was burned down by a crazy woman who was stalking you," Raviel replied.
That made Allen look at her again—after all, she had just admitted she was one of his stalkers.
"That wasn't me who burned it down, okay?" Raviel said quickly, puffing out her cheeks like an angry pufferfish. "I'm not insane enough to kill the person I love."
"Yeah, yeah, I believe you," Allen replied as he reached out and gently poked her puffed cheek.
'She's really cute and adorable,' he thought as he watched her expression.
"Hihi," Raviel giggled, clearly enjoying the gentle touch.
"So," Allen continued, "what do we do next? Are we going to hold a wedding ceremony after this?"
He honestly thought it sounded like a good idea.
Raviel hummed, resting her chin on her hand. "Hmm? Of course. But right now, it's just me and a single maid living here. If we're going to have a proper wedding, how about we get married in another world instead?"
"A maid? Another world?" Allen repeated. "Sure, that doesn't sound bad. But—if you have a maid, why isn't she here right now?"
"Hihi, relax. She'll appear later—just not now," Raviel said as she stood up and asked Allen to hold her hand. Allen took Raviel's soft hand, as if he didn't want to let it go.
"Well?" she purred, her lips very close to Allen's ear. "Do you want dessert, Allen?… no, I mean, my husband," she said while asking Allen to stand up and catch her body.
He could feel her warmth, her soft curves pressed against his body, and his body reacted instantly. Allen grinned, letting his hands rest on her waist. "Depends. Are you on the menu?"
Raviel chuckled, her fingers tracing slow circles against his chest. "Yes. So how about it—do you want to do it now? Well, we can postpone the wedding ceremony so you can enjoy the closing dish first," Raviel said teasingly.
"Well, of course, as long as you don't mind," Allen replied with a smile.
Then she kissed him. It wasn't a gentle kiss—it was deep, hungry, filled with the kind of passion only an immortal could have. He wasted no time responding, pulling her closer and feeling the way her body melted against his. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she shifted, straddling him fully. Allen could feel the heat between them, the way her breath hitched when his hands slid down to her thighs.
Raviel pulled back slightly, eyes half-lidded. "Allen… I've been watching you for a long time. And waiting for this moment, of course"
"Oh?" he smirked. "So you've been fantasizing about this moment?"
She laughed, a sultry, teasing sound. "Maybe." Raviel's fingers trailed down his chest, lower, lower—"I think we should move to the bedroom."
She snapped her fingers, and they were moved into the king-sized bedroom. Allen felt their relationship was moving too fast. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes," Raviel said as she closed her eyes, and Allen kissed her beautiful lips. It was not an ordinary kiss, but a French kiss. While kissing, their fingers touched each other's intimate parts.
"You're very beautiful," Allen said while touching her breasts, which made her sigh and moan.
"A—ahhhh… c-can you do it gently… this is my first time."
"Okay," Allen answered while kissing her sweet, cherry-red lips. Moonlight poured in through the window, allowing Allen to see her beautiful body. Then he kissed her again.
"H-hmmm…" their tongues intertwined. They kissed for a long time, strings of saliva stretching between their mouths, creating an erotic sight.
Raviel gaped, her mouth hanging open as she struggled to catch her breath, her ample chest heaving up and down with each labored inhale.
The intensity of the moment had left her flushed and disheveled, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft bedroom lights.
Determined not to lose this playful battle of wills, she leaned in closer to Allen, her teeth grazing the sensitive lobe of his ear before she bit down gently, sending a shiver through his body.
In a husky whisper laced with mischief, she murmured, "Master, something is poking me," her eyes drifting downward with feigned innocence, locking onto the evident bulge straining against his pants.
Allen smirked, his lips curling into a knowing grin as he savored her teasing words.
"Isn't that a natural thing?" he replied casually, his voice deep and confident, acknowledging the obvious arousal she had ignited in him without a hint of embarrassment.
With a teasing smile that promised more delights to come, Raviel pressed on, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest.
"Then, let me do something for—your little brother, Master," she purred, her tone dripping with seductive intent, fully embracing the roleplay that seemed to thrill her so deeply.
Allen couldn't help but think that his wife had a real fetish for this maid scenario, or some elaborate roleplay dynamic that turned her into this eager, submissive servant eager to please.
The way she slipped into the character so effortlessly only heightened his desire, making the intimate bedroom feel like a stage for their private performance.
Without hesitation, Raviel began to undress, peeling away her clothes layer by layer until she stood completely bare before him.
Her beautiful body was on full display—curves in all the right places, soft skin glowing invitingly, her full breasts rising with anticipation, and the gentle swell of her hips leading down to the neatly trimmed patch above her most intimate area.
The sight of her vulnerability and allure made Allen's cock twitch and harden even further, throbbing with urgent need as blood rushed southward.
She reached out, wrapping both of her delicate hands around his thick shaft, the warmth of her palms sending jolts of pleasure through him.
Squatting down gracefully in front of him, her face level with his erection, she examined it closely, her eyes widening in exaggerated awe. "This is bigger than my wrist," she observed softly, her fingers tracing the veined length experimentally, feeling its heat and girth pulse under her touch.
"Are you going to back down now?" Allen teased, his hand gently cupping her cheek, thumb brushing over her soft skin as he challenged her with a playful glint in his eye.
"Humm... Master, please be quiet," she responded with a coy pout, silencing him before he could say more. Then, with deliberate slowness, she swung her hand along his length, stroking him rhythmically while leaning in to press her lips against the tip.
She kissed it tenderly at first, then parted her lips to try swallowing the head, her tongue swirling experimentally.
"It tastes bitter," she admitted with a slight wrinkle of her nose, though her eyes sparkled with determination.
"Don't force yourself if you don't like it," Allen cautioned, his voice softening with genuine concern even as his hips instinctively bucked toward her mouth.
She smiled seductively, her gaze locking onto his with unwavering confidence. "Don't worry, I have my way," she assured him, and with a playful snap of her fingers, she invoked her unique ability.
"Now it tastes like strawberry vanilla ice cream." The air seemed to shimmer faintly around them, her magic altering the flavor in an instant, turning the salty tang into something sweet and creamy.
He froze, his body tensing as confusion flickered across his face.