Surviving marriage in yandere world-Chapter 53: Drakana’s Volcano Honeymoon

The day began, as many of Rei’s days now did, with abduction.

One moment, he was peacefully seated in the sun-dappled garden of Velvet Manor, sipping lukewarm earl grey and mentally rehearsing twenty-seven different ways to say "I don’t" politely.

The next, he was airborne soaring Upside-down through the clouds.

Slung over a broad, scaly shoulder like a noble potato sack.

"YOU’RE MINE FOR THE WEEK, REI!" bellowed Drakana, her voice crackling like a warhorn dipped in fire.

The wind tore past his ears. His hair became a flag of resistance. A stray tea leaf was lodged in his throat, and as he coughed violently, the only sound that came out was a muffled, "Whyyygghk—"

Below them loomed a burning island—or more accurately, a geological tantrum given physical form.

Massive plumes of smoke curled into the sky. Lava spilled over jagged cliffs like flaming streamers, painting the landscape with glowing orange veins. Geysers hissed and spat steam at the sky. The ground shimmered with unnatural heat. Even the clouds above had fled the scene in terror, leaving only embers floating like lazy fireflies.

"Welcome to Dragonfang Isle!" Drakana declared, wings flaring majestically as she dive-bombed toward a smoking beach of black volcanic glass.

Rei squinted at the only visible structure: a towering obsidian temple carved into the side of a cliff, with enormous heart-shaped stained-glass windows depicting vaguely romantic scenes involving dragons and their... crispy lovers.

A gaudy crimson banner flapped above the entrance in glittering cursive:

"Honeymoon Trial Grounds — Newlyweds Only ♡"

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: New Location Discovered — Dragonfang Isle]

(Warning: 87% Hostile Environment, 12% Romantic Overkill, 1% Chance of Immediate Combustion)

[System Mission Updated: Survive All Five Dates — Subtask 1: Survive Drakana’s Volcano Honeymoon.]

Objective: Remain alive, hydrated, and un-roasted.

The beach hissed angrily as Drakana landed with a thunderous crash. Rei was unceremoniously dropped into the black sand, which steamed around his boots like a hellish bubble bath.

"Drakana," he croaked, fanning himself with a trembling hand. "What exactly—"

"Ahem," she interrupted.

With a theatrical flourish, she whipped out a scroll longer than her wingspan. The ends unrolled with a dramatic fwump, nearly catching fire from the ambient heat.

"The Official Dragon-Wife Courtship Rituals, Volume 7: Honeymoon Edition," she declared proudly.

Rei’s soul whimpered loudly.

She jabbed a claw at the first item on the scroll. "Trial One: Lava Swimming!"

And before Rei could dive behind a rock or plead diplomatic immunity—

YEET.

He was hurled like a bridal bouquet into a lava lake the size of a football field.

"AAAAAA—"

SPLASH.

[System Warning: Surface temperature exceeds safety threshold by +2000°C. Activating Emergency Fireproof Buff.]

[Temporary Buff Applied: Molten Love Insurance — Grants lava immunity for 2 hours. Side effect: extreme emotional vulnerability.]

He bobbed to the surface, wide-eyed and floating in a shimmering orange bubble, limbs flailing uselessly. The lava churned around him like a demonic jacuzzi. The scent of toasted silk filled the air.

"This is fine," he wheezed.

"LOOK AT HIM!" Drakana cheered from the shore, flexing as she stripped off her fireproof armor. "SWIMMING LIKE A BABY SALAMANDER!"

She cannonballed in beside him. A tidal wave of molten rock surged upward in a heart-shaped splash. The impact sent Rei careening across the surface like a roasted marshmallow on fast-forward.

He flailed helplessly, dodging drifting lava rocks shaped like anatomical hearts. Drakana did laps around him, leaving a wake of steam and laughter.

At one point, she swam up beside him with a snack tray balanced on her horns.

"Lava-crisped marshmallow?" she offered.

"No thanks, I’m—gllrk—I’m good!" Rei gagged, spitting up a tea leaf and part of his will to live.

She winked and held up a sign she’d painted mid-swim.

"We will name our first child Inferna!"

He nearly drowned from sheer panic.

After somehow surviving Trial One, Rei was allowed exactly ten minutes of recovery in what Drakana called a Volcanic Steam Sauna.

In reality, it was a damp cave with six active sulfur vents, zero oxygen, and ominous rumbling from the ceiling that suggested the rocks were considering marriage too.

Drakana handed him a towel made from dragon scales and sniffed the air approvingly. "You smell like bravery and toasted man."

"I smell like trauma and salt," Rei muttered.

She beamed. "Perfect!"

"Trial Two," she announced grandly, "Boulder Pillow Fights!"

Rei choked on his own breath. "Wait. What now—"

BOOM.

A ten-ton boulder wrapped in lace and lavender ribbons dropped from the sky and landed beside him with enough force to trigger a small earthquake.

He stared at the rock. Then at her.

"You... throw this at your spouse?"

"Of course!" Drakana beamed. "If they survive the concussion, it’s true love!"

[System Sarcasm Mode: Enabled]

[Tip: Try not to get flattened. Dragons value spunk. And functioning spines.]

[Optional Bonus Objective: Scream her name romantically while dodging.]

She hoisted her boulder overhead. "FOR LOVE!"

"DRACANA I LOVE BEING ALIVE—PLEASE DON’T—AAAH!"

What followed was thirty minutes of pure chaos.

Rei dodge-rolled behind rocks, somersaulted over steaming cracks, and at one point narrowly avoided being smooshed into a pancake by hiding in a crater. His formal slippers melted within the first ten seconds. His noble dignity combusted at the five-minute mark.

The pillow fight ended when Drakana tripped on her tail mid-charge and crashed into him. They collapsed in a sweaty, soot-covered heap, coughing and blinking soot out of their eyes.

Panting, Rei did the only thing he could: he fake-fainted.

Drakana gasped. "Rei?! Are you overwhelmed by my affection again?! You poor, flammable thing!"

She cradled him bridal-style—his legs twitching—and carried him to the third and final trial.

The Dragon BBQ Banquet was held in the courtyard behind the temple, beneath a blazing sunset sky painted with smoke and sulfur.

A stone table the size of a siege weapon stretched from one end to the other, groaning under the weight of roasted meats, glowing fruits, bubbling soups, and drinks named things like Heartburn Delight, Smoldering Smooch Juice, and Sulfur Sangria Extra Spicy.

Rei stared at the wyvern leg the size of his torso.

"Eat, my love!" Drakana declared, slamming her claws into a roast boar that promptly burst into flames. "In dragon culture, couples must gorge themselves until they cannot move! Then we digest together under the stars!"

[System Warning: Dragon BBQ Calories: 800,000+]

[Digestive Safety: No.]

Rei poked a sizzling fruit. It hissed back.

"I-I’m vegan now," he said weakly.

Drakana didn’t miss a beat. "That’s okay! I hunted a Lava Tofu Beast just for you!"

She unveiled a plate containing a wiggling red blob of tofu that growled softly and blinked.

Rei fainted for real.

He awoke on a massive obsidian couch shaped like a clawed embrace, wrapped in a fireproof snuggle blanket. Pillars of glowing magma cast flickering shadows across the walls. Lavafalls trickled nearby like ambient mood lighting. Fireflies made of pure flame drifted overhead.

Drakana sat beside him, gently fanning him with her wings and humming a lullaby that sounded suspiciously like a dragon war chant.

"You did so well," she whispered, eyes glowing like twin furnaces of affection. "You completed all three trials. That means... we are now spiritually entwined."

Rei groaned. "I spiritually regret waking up."

She giggled and held up two glowing rings forged from solidified magma, still radiating enough heat to cook steak.

"I even made us matching magma rings!"

Rei screamed politely.

[System Notification: Subtask 1 Complete — Drakana’s Volcano Honeymoon Survived.]

[Reward: 1x Scorched Love Letter, 1x Fireproof Pajamas, 1x Life.]

[Reputation with Drakana: MAXIMUM — You are now considered her "Chosen Ember."]

[Side Effect: May burst into flames when complimented.]

"Tomorrow," she whispered, curling up beside him and wrapping her tail protectively around his waist like a giant scaly heating coil, "we begin Part Two of the honeymoon."

Rei opened one eye with the weariness of a man who had nothing left to lose.

"...What."

"Volcano Diving." She nuzzled his cheek.

He passed out again.

Meanwhile, Back at the Palace...

Five wedding planners screamed simultaneously. The Royal Butler fainted into a tiered cake sample.

The King locked himself in a closet and refused to come out until all "active volcanos and women with wings" were declared illegal.

Inside the mirror realm, Goddess Eris cackled like a gremlin as she munched spicy popcorn and slapped a sticky note onto a celestial corkboard titled "REI’S SUFFERING — FAVORITE MOMENTS."

[System Reminder: 4 Dates Remaining]

[Estimated Emotional Damage: Irreversible]

[Encouragement: You’re doing lava-ly!]

[Status: Still Technically Alive.]

To Be Continued...

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