My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 146: Puppet

"Elian..."

"Mhm?"

"We need to...stop..."

"I don’t want to..."

Two people exchanged passionate kisses while cuddling on the floor in the guild office. Elian had his arms wrapped securely around Bianca’s back, pinning her completely. And although Bianca could not move, she wasn’t terrified in the slightest.

Elian tasted and indulged himself in his woman’s charms. After the emotional roller coaster they just had, neither of them could bear to separate. It took a while, but Elian finally knew everything about Bianca.

And while he did not love her any less, his mind made a single vow.

I am going to make them regret having been born.

It was a promise he didn’t want to voice out. After all, Bianca could hear his thoughts, at least some of them. And while the Valestra project gave birth to the one he loved, the people who ran it cause her so much grief she wanted to blow up like a Flame Swallow.

Before, he had nothing but his own body. But Bianca showed him how the truly powerful moved. Be it through money, influence, or terror, the results would be the same. He, for one, had much bigger issues to deal with.

As his mind began to process his next plans, Elian’s mood began to sour. Having tasted intimacy with Bianca, he wanted nothing more than to lock her up in a room and ravish her. But he couldn’t. Not yet at least.

Stupid bastards...

"Elian? Who are you thinking of?" Bianca inquired between kisses. While it took her some time to get into the mood, she was now just as proactive as Elian. She even used her tongue.

"Are you perhaps unsatisfied?"

Hearing such adorable concerns, Elian pulled her closer and once again tasted her lips. They were sweet as honey, soft as silk, but hid a ferocity on par with a beast. But both Bianca and Elian knew what they had was incomplete.

Bianca only had a soul body; she had neither the ability nor the physique to make a family. She was still dead for all intents and purposes. Elian was also in a similar boat. While they had power greater than the common man, they were also incapable of something as basic as making love.

With such complicated thoughts in his mind, Elian shook his worries away. Smiling, he reassured Bianca, "Of course not. I was just imagining what you would look like."

"What I look like?"

"Yep. In a wedding dress, a maid outfit, a naughty bunny suit, you know the good stuff. I tend to have a wild imagination."

The witch blushed scarlet, she opened her mouth to complain but stopped. Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes swam in a fluster, "I-If you really want me to. I’m fine wearing such clothes. But only in moderation! The really indecent ones are off the table!"

Elian leaned in and kissed Bianca.

"You and I both know that that’s a lie. You love me too much," he teased. Elian hugged her body tighter as he whispered softly into her ear. "You will do as I ask, and I will shower you with my affection. I already told you earlier, you can no longer escape."

"..." flushed all the way down her neck, Bianca fidgeted in place.

Cute.

Satisfied with their new dynamics, Elian gave Bianca’s ears a light peck.

"Don’t worry, darling. Apart from a few things, everything will go as you wish. But in the things I desire, you will submit to me. Are we clear?"

Bianca looked away while nodding wordlessly. Unused to seeing her so meek, Elian felt mischievous.

"Ho? Not even a single sharp retort? Could it be that you like it when I’m forceful?"

His woman made an audible gasp. She was about to shake her head but stopped. Instead, she looked down and slowly nodded her head.

How adorable.

Raising her head by her chin, Elian planted a soft kiss on Bianca as he smiled, "Beautiful. Bianca, stop seducing me. Or I really will eat you up..."

But his lover answered not with words but with action. She sealed Elian’s mouth shut with hers. As if all the hesitation and fear vanished, Bianca now pounced on him like a lioness. As their exchanges grew fiercer, they even began to appreciate each other’s bodies.

At least until someone knocked on the door.

"This bastard must have a death wish," Elian snapped in frustration.

But Bianca only made a playful giggle and kissed the tip of Elian’s nose.

"Be still, my Tyrant. There is no need to rush. I am no longer going anywhere." She then looked away as she continued, "You may e-enjoy me as you wish afterward. Handling her man’s desires is a wife’s responsibility after all."

Elian couldn’t help but grin at her rather direct offer: "I look forward to it then."

The woman nodded and raised her hand towards the frozen door. In an instant, the ice freezing it shut melted and turned to vapor. Not even a puddle of water remained. The simple act showed off Bianca’s immense mastery of mana and physics.

Unable to stop himself, Elian planted a deep kiss on Bianca’s exposed shoulder. He sucked until a red mark bloomed. The witch didn’t resist—she only moaned. When Elian saw his handiwork, he licked it as he commented.

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"And I love you, my Tyrant."

A knock came again, but this time the one knocking provided some context.

"My lord and lady, I have Charlotte Daniels and Nedeshwar Patel waiting for you. They asked for an audience and said that it was important."

Before Elian could even reply, Bianca answered.

"Tell them we’ll be right out."

She then turned to her man and asked in a sweet tone, "Well, my Tyrant? Shall we?"

Elian couldn’t help but brush the back of his head but agreed. They quickly got up and changed their appearance. Elian shape-shifted back to Lucian Alvestra. Bianca pulled out the female puppet she was using and possessed it.

The Tyrant could only frown seeing his lover’s actions. While the female puppet was beautiful in its own right, it was, for all intents and purposes, a human whose mind was shattered. Silent lobotomized it and gave it to Bianca for use while Elian was out.

"Bianca, do you feel uncomfortable using that puppet?"

"Huh? Why would I? It no longer has a soul," Bianca answered. "It’s like putting on a dress; I don’t particularly like or dislike it. I use this puppet since it fulfills my needs. Although it is far too weak to contain my mana, I actually become weaker when I use it."

While that was what Bianca answered, Elian knew the nuances of what she didn’t say. This body had a former life, a former family, and it went against her purposes to use it. But she did so as she had no choice.

"And so long as you love the me inside it, I don’t mind that this woman will be the one receiving your affection."

He approached Bianca and embraced her.

"Wait for me. I will definitely figure something out. I want to start a life with you. I refuse to do so with a puppet. We will scour the worlds to find a way to give you a brand new body. One that is yours. And only then will I make love to you."

Bianca flinched. She hugged the arms wrapped around him. "I thank you for thinking of me, Elian, but you don’t have to restrain yourself just for me. This is my issue. I will figure out a way. You should focus on more important things."

"Hardly anything could be more important than you, Bianca."

"Sigh. I know. Do you even hear yourself, my Tyrant? And you have the gall to say I love you too much. You are like a hundred times worse!"

"I plead guilty."

"..."

A moment passed before the two began laughing in earnest. Elian’s heart felt light. Being with Bianca made him hopeful for the future. And just messing around like this gave him immense bliss.

They regained their composure and walked out hand in hand from the office. Katri bowed her head and gestured to them toward the lobby. As they walked, Bianca called out to her.

"Katri Valkama, I will forgive you eavesdropping on our conversation in exchange for one thing..."

The guild receptionist stopped and turned around.

"I do not think I am at fault, my lady. You had the ability but chose not to seal the room. You even gave me an order ensuring I would return. I did not eavesdrop of my own accord. You ensured I would. If only to gloat about your intimacy to Lucian," she snapped.

Bianca’s eyes began to glow. "Ho? Look at the audacity of this little minx..."

Despite the provocation, Katri didn’t back down and approached Bianca.

"I shall return the same comment to you. I will say this, lady Chiara. The moment you abandon Lucian. You will never get a second chance, as I shall take him for myself."

"Such nerve. Shall I teach you your place?"

"You can try, but I doubt Lucian will allow it. What the Tyrant needs is not a storm that rages willfully but a harbor in which he can rest. Make sure you never waste the treasure you have received. Else, you will end up cursing yourself for all eternity."

Although Bianca felt annoyed, she added, "I am aware. You can stop deluding yourself, you will never get a turn. I intend to hold his hand until the day I die."

But then Katri smiled and nodded, "Then I congratulate you, my lady. I wish you all the happiness in the world. Do your best to love him; you have found yourself something priceless."

"Hmph! No need to tell me that. I know!"

Meanwhile, Elian could only blush awkwardly as he listened.

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