After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 994

Warning: R-18 kek. You may skip if you want~ Smut isn’t my strong suit so it may be cringey. xD

Dedicated to Lotuslin and her castle a few days ago LOL. Go check out her story guys! Maybe we can encourage her to finally allow her poor ML to get laid instead of dying over and over. \\o/

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"I want my husband to be very happy tonight."

Garan wanted to say: He already was, and he was definitely ready to jump at her.

Of course, he knew that his wife liked them clean when doing the deed so he gently put her aside, kissing her face. "I’ll go take a quick—very quick—shower," he said, and practically disappeared in front of her.

He used his physical ability and super speed to clean himself up well and only within a few minutes. He emerged with only a towel covering him, revealing his well-sculpted body that was still damp from the bath.

This time, it was Althea who gulped.

The atmosphere around the room was warm and sizzling, and it had nothing to do with the few sconce lights that were lit up to provide them with some light.

Garan—clad with nothing but a small towel—approached his beautiful wife sitting on the bed. She stood up and she pulled him to sit back down, causing the towel to fall down.

He was now completely bare, while his beautiful wife stood in front of him.

"Husband… can you open your present?"

Garan was already put into a daze by her coquettishness, so it took him a couple of moments to realize what she meant.

At this, he reluctantly pulled his eyes away from hers to look at the ribbon tied over her chest. It was a large ribbon that hid much of the lingerie.

When he pulled the loose end, the entire thing fell down to the floor, slowly and gracefully, revealing the barely-clad Althea in front of him.

It was the most enticing one yet. It revealed half her breast—stopping just above her nipples—and he could see the little bump that teased him what was underneath.

The underside of the bra had a mesh fabric that was semi-transparent, and it led the eyes to the matching panties underneath.

Althea rarely wore lingerie, and he memorized each one of them (especially when they ended up being ripped apart). This was new…

She definitely did not get these from Terran, so she probably got this made for him.

When she asked for this lingerie, she was thinking of him…

His eyes welled a little.

She prepared all this for him?

"You’re not done unpacking, husband," she said, her velvety voice pulling him back to the present. He gulped and, with stagnated breaths, he lifted his hand to touch the flimsy fabric, taking them off one by one as she stood.

It was designed for easy removal, likely so he wouldn’t rip it apart like he usually did, and when he unhooked her bra everything else easily came down with a few pulls.

His azure eyes were dark as he groped her breast, molding it with his hand, feeling the cute nipple rub against his palm. His other hand found her slender waist and he wanted to pull her down to him. However, her hands landed on his shoulder to stop him.

She rested her arms on his shoulder and put her weight on him as she leaned down to meet his lips. "Don’t do anything, okay?" she said, face red from blushing, but extremely seductive at the same time. Garan nodded without thinking, making her smile.

Their mouths connected then, and it never failed to send pleasurable tingles down his spine. She parted his lips with his tongue, taking over the kiss with aggressiveness he hadn’t seen.

His large hands found her waist, but he stopped himself from doing anything else according to her request.

It was difficult. Very difficult, but he endured. It wasn’t often Althea was the aggressive one and he didn’t want to ruin it by not following instructions.

She seemed to appreciate this. Their lips parted, creating a silvery line of saliva between them.

Garan thought he could finally do something to ease the extreme itch when she dragged her lips to his cheek, and to his ears, and then down his neck.

"Althea…" he whispered, his body heating up to what felt like the boiling point as she started playing with his body. It was the sweetest torture.

When she kissed down to his chest, he managed to behave… and when she licked and bit lower and lower—kneeling down to the floor—he felt his psyche crack a bit.

When she held his shaft with both her hands and started licking the tip, he went insane.

Sadly, she glared at him the moment he gestured to move.

"If you move now, I won’t do this again," she said, her mouth just over his tip.