THE REAL PROTEGE

***** WARNING ***** R18 ***** MATURE CONTENT *****

The chamber doors creaked open, revealing the candlelit warmth of their new life—ritual incense already trailing through the air, a pair of wedding slippers neatly arranged by the bedside.

And yet, before stepping inside, Ling Li whispered, barely audible, "Everyone's watching."

Four Eyes paused just enough to reply, "Let them. Tonight is ours."

And with that, he carried her over the threshold, the door closing behind them with a gentle but final thud, sealing off the cacophony of outside eyes.

The candlelight flickered softly against the carved wooden panels of the bridal suite, casting warm pools of gold over the crimson silk sheets. Ling Li's breath caught as Four Eyes laid her gently onto their bed, his movements reverent yet trembling with excitement.

Four Eyes' gaze, darkened by emotion and wine, lingered on her face. "Honey, Ling," he said in a husky whisper that curled around her like smoke, "you are finally my wife."

Ling Li blinked up at him, her lips parting slightly. "Um…" was all she could muster, breathless under the weight of his words. The deep timbre of his voice soaked into her bones, making her feel drunk on something more potent than wine — affection, anticipation, vulnerability.

Four Eyes hovered above her for a heartbeat, then groaned softly as he fumbled with the intricate knots of her ceremonial robe. "Let me help you take off your clothes," he muttered with a mix of reverence and impatience. His fingers tugged at the layers, frustrated. "I can't believe how many layers our ancestors wore every day. It's such a hassle in times like this."

Ling Li let out a soft laugh, watching him with twinkling eyes. His brows were furrowed in concentration, lips pressed into a comically defeated line as he faced the fortress of fabric.

She touched his cheek lightly, her fingers grazing the flushed skin. "You're losing to a bunch of centuries-old stitches."

His face twisted with mock despair. "This is sabotage," he said dramatically, slumping beside Ling Li for a moment, puffing out a breath. "Clearly, the ancients didn't plan for nights like this."

All Ancestors above "...."

Ling Li leaned over, her hair falling like a curtain between them, and planted a kiss on his temple. "Luckily, I'm here to help you win your historical battle."

They shared a quiet moment — a blend of laughter, stolen glances, and the rustle of silk slowly unraveling under their joined efforts — each layer revealing not just their body, but their growing intimacy, stitched together by history and the tender urgency of the present.

As the final layer slipped away, the bridal chamber grew still — so still it felt as though the centuries had paused to watch. The hush that followed wasn't just silence; it was sacred, weighted with history, longing, and the quiet thunder of two hearts laid bare.

Ling Li's fingers reached for Four Eyes' hand, hesitant but drawn to him like a flame to warmth. She didn't pull away. Instead, her touch lingered — fragile yet charged with the kind of electricity born from anticipation and unspoken devotion. Four Eyes paused mid-motion, the flicker in his gaze betraying the calm mask he wore. He wasn't just looking at her—he was reading her, line by line.

"You're trembling," he murmured, his voice barely above the rustling silk.

Ling Li's gaze didn't falter. "I'm not afraid," she said, her voice a hush against the candlelit silence. "Just… overwhelmed."

He leaned closer, their foreheads meeting in a tender arc of intimacy. The heat of his breath mingled with hers, grounding them both. "So am I," he whispered, his words landing not like confession, but communion. "Ling, I love you."

Four Eyes kissed Ling Li so gently as if it were their first time. He kissed her until she was almost out of breath, kissing her down to her neck.

His soft, warm breath made Ling Li curl her toes, "Hhhmmmmmmm…"

Four Eyes slowly made it to her bosom, capturing it with his mouth like a hungry child. Sucking, licking, and biting its nipples. While his one hand kneaded her other bosom, the other hand cupped and squeezed her buttocks.

When Four Eyes was satisfied, he kissed Ling Li down to her navel and finally reached his destination, her wet pus*y.

Ling Li gripped the sheets "aaahhhhhhh…"

Four Eyes licked and sucked her wet pussy, while his thumb rubbed her clit.

It didn't take long for Ling Li to cry, "Honey… I'm coming…"

Four Eyes made sure to continue sucking and licking harder and faster.

"Hhhmmmmmmm…."

After making sure Ling Li was done, Four Eyes wiped his mouth and hovered above Ling Li. He could see the sweat and the crimson tint on her face; the scent of her cum invaded his nostrils, which made him so intoxicated.

While looking at Ling Li deep in her eyes, Four Eyes let his hard cock play at Ling Li's wet fold, creaming it with his pre cum.

"Do you like it?" Four Eyes asked while deeply looking at Ling Li's eyes.

"Um… yes, please…"

"Hm? How do you like it?"

"Chu Yan! Fuck me! Fuck me! Hard… Fast and strong," Ling Li said with a hint of impatience.

Four eyes chuckled, "As you wish, my wife…"

Four Eyes, without hesitation, plunged his hard cock into Ling Li and started to thrust deep, fast, and strong, not wanting to let down his wife.

"Chu Yan… yes… Aaahhhhhhh…" Ling Li whimpered.

"Ugghhhhhhh… come for me wife…"

Ling Li cried and moaned under Four Eyes. Just before she reached her climax, she transformed into her true form.

Her silver hair and translucent skin came to life, and Four Eyes lost it… he wanted to cum later, but seeing his wife's ethereal beauty made him explode.

"Aaahhhhhhh… Hhhmmmmm…"

"Ugghhhhh… wife, I'm coming with you… Ugghhhhhhh…" Four Eyes made his thrust into Ling Li until the last drop of his cum.

"Wife, I need more…" Four Eyes said, pulling Ling Li towards him before flipping her over, Four Eyes held Ling Li's ass towards him, "Wife… I'm coming in…"

Four eyes charged his hard cock into Ling Li; he was so hungry for his wife.

They tossed and turned all night.

Outside, the wind whispered through crimson banners and carried petals like drifting prayers — silent blessings cast upon their threshold.