My Husband Never Dies

At his calm voice, Evelyn doubted her ears. Did the Duke not realize the situation they were in?

However, it was only for a moment before he gripped her ankle tightly and pulled her down.

“Ah, you.”

With a thud, his cxck, which hadn’t been all the way in, sank into her, all the way to the base. Evelyn’s mouth dropped open as the pressure crushed her insides.

“Ahhh!”

A screaming moan escaped her. The man, one corner of his mouth pulled up, pushed her legs even wider apart and began to move his hips. His half-withdrawn cxck slammed roughly into her red hole.

“Ah! Mngh!”

Schlick! The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh was naked. Evelyn stared in disbelief at the man’s nonchalance in the face of the spreading poison, as well as the pressure on her body.

The Duke’s complexion grew even paler, so stark in contrast to his blood-dried lips.

“Heuk! Wait, there’s blood…”

“Don’t focus on that. Is it still not enough? Harder?”

“Ugh! No, yes… hah!”

As the Duke’s movements became wilder and faster, so did the moans coming from Evelyn’s mouth. The tingling sensations spread from her lower belly to her fingertips and toes, making her dizzy, but she couldn’t take it all in.

The glistening pxnxs scraped against her inner walls, sliding in and out. She could feel the man’s breath in places she hadn’t expected.

Evelyn closed her eyes, not wanting to know what he was doing, or what she was seeing.

After a moment of staring at the throbbing hole that had gaped and stretched wide enough to swallow him whole, the man chuckled.

“If you end up pregnant, it wouldn’t matter anyway.”

Not immediately understanding what he meant, Evelyn sucked in a breath and stared at this beautiful man. Goosebumps appeared along her skin where his fingertips caressed her thigh.

“Adrian does stupid things, too.”

But with that, the Duke was silent. His bloodshot eyes slowly travelled from between her legs to her face.

“Senseless.”

The man spat the words in a low, short voice, his eyes closing as he collapsed onto her chest.

“Ha!”

Evelyn’s eyes widened. Her plan had worked.

She gasped, barely catching her breath, and then grinned with glee.

“Hmph, hmph… haha!”

Evelyn, with trembling hands, checked the Duke’s pulse and burst into laughter. Her heart stopped. No matter how composed a man seemed, he knelt before extreme poison.

Her limp body felt heavy, as though she was struggling to breathe. The Duke’s tall, broad frame and muscular body made the corpse incredibly heavy, comparable to that of any large person.

“Ugh.”

Evelyn pushed the Duke’s corpse aside. With his eyes gently closed and a smile on his face, he looked as though he were merely asleep.

It was a pity to waste such a blessed appearance, but what mattered more was her own life.

She was curious to see how shocked the prince would be. To be trusted with an assassination — who could have known when she would be asked to wait for that? The prince would soon realize that commissioning the notorious killer from Zelakent had been an excellent choice.

“I’m sorry.”

Sitting up with a sense of pride, Evelyn muttered arrogantly as she looked down at the dead man’s face. Though he wouldn’t hear her now that he was dead, it was a kind of favor for a handsome man, perhaps?

Evelyn propped a pillow under the dead man’s head and pulled the blanket over him. She did the same for herself, leaning back on the pillow and covering herself with the blanket next to the Duke.

She had no fear of sleeping beside a corpse. What was truly scary was not the dead, but the living. The dead couldn’t speak or harm her.

Tomorrow, all she had to do was scream in surprise when she saw her dead husband in the morning, and this ridiculous play would be over.

“Ha, I’m really tired…”

Her back ached strangely, and the space between her legs felt empty and odd, but Evelyn forced herself to ignore it and closed her eyes. She thought she would sleep more comfortably than ever tonight.

The creaking sound and the tickling sensation woke Evelyn from her deep sleep. The bedroom was dark, as if the candle had burned out. Why had she woken up at this hour, when the sun hadn’t even risen yet?

At that moment, a sensation she should not have felt came from between her legs. Something long was pressing into her wet hole…

“Gasp!”

A chill ran through Evelyn’s entire body as she snapped awake. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and as soon as she confirmed the figure lying on top of her body, her eyes trembled.

Instinctively, she checked the empty space beside her. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the pillow abandoned, the bed now vacant.

The faint light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a blue hue into the room. A dim light illuminated the face of the man, which had only been a vague shape moments before.

His neatly-formed lips curved into a smile. Evelyn’s gaze slowly traveled up from the smiling lips to the handsome face she had admired even when it was lifeless, now turned towards her.

Ah, the picture-perfect man was smiling.