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4: The Yandere Warlord’s Substitute Bride 4General Fu’s forehead was covered in layers of cold sweat from trying to hold back.

He never imagined that his composure and self-control, which he had always been so proud of, would one day be so vulnerable in front of a woman like this.

Just a single, deliberately provocative word from her was enough to make him feel overwhelmed.

Before, he would only feel disgust and nausea towards women who tried to seduce him.

But why was Wen Ci, whom he had never met before, the only exception?

Amidst the flickering candlelight, Wen Ci saw that the man was completely still, so she couldn’t help but raise her hand, her fingertips hooking the collar of her wedding dress and gently pulling it aside.

”Crash!”

The silk frog buttons came undone with a sound, and her snow-white skin, illuminated by the red dress, shimmered with dazzling light. She looked up and asked, ”Commander... do you really not want to touch me?”

This captivating and soul-stirring appearance immediately caused General Fu’s last line of defense, which he had painstakingly built up, to completely collapse.

The military belt around his waist let out a metallic groan, unable to bear the strain, and was torn open and thrown to the floor.

At the same time, General Fu ripped open the collar of his military uniform, his gold-rimmed glasses were casually taken off and tossed beside the bed, their cold reflection flashing for a moment, revealing his long, deep-set eyes, which were now as dark as ink, swirling with an almost violent desire and undisguised aggression.

”You did that on purpose?” He propped one hand beside Wen Ci’s ear, while the other gripped her waist tightly, his calloused hand slowly rubbing against her thin wedding dress, creating a faint rustling sound.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice was terribly hoarse, ”From the moment the bridal veil fell, you’ve been seducing me?”

Wen Ci’s red lips slightly parted, her dark long hair spread across the mandarin duck brocade quilt, forming an enticing net.

He could no longer endure it.

*

A long time passed.

General Fu sat on the edge of the bed, his long fingers pressing against his brow. His military jacket had long been discarded on the floor, and his shirt collar was wide open, revealing a few suggestive red marks on his collarbone.

He had never imagined he would lose control to this extent.

It shouldn’t be like this.

He had always been calm and self-possessed, never interested in beauty, and certainly never flustered by a woman.

But last night, his prideful self-control crumbled before her, and he even developed a taste for it.

He lowered his gaze to the sleeping woman beside him.

Wen Ci’s dark long hair was spread on the pillow, her snow-white skin covered in the marks of passion, her long eyelashes gently trembling, making her look like a naturally enchanting succubus.

Even just closing her eyes and doing nothing, she seemed to be seducing him.

General Fu’s eyes were deep. He was never a man who would be deceived by appearances.

But facing Wen Ci...

He was utterly defenseless.

He wanted to hide her away.

To be seen only by him.

To look only at him.

Wen Ci in her sleep seemed to be restless.

”Mmm... hot...” She murmured unconsciously, vaguely pulling away the brocade quilt, her body covered in fine beads of sweat, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted, as if still experiencing the lingering afterglow of last night.

General Fu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his fingertips gently caressing her cheek. The delicate, warm touch made the restlessness in his heart surge again.

Absurd.

He, General Fu, a cold-blooded warlord, a butcher, had he ever served anyone?

But at this moment, he inexplicably got up, ordered warm water, personally wrung out a cloth, and carefully wiped her body.

Water droplets slid down her slender neck, her collarbone, and further down...

His breathing suddenly grew heavy, his lower abdomen tensed, and that familiar desire swept over him again.

”Mmm...” Wen Ci was startled awake by his movements, hazily opening her eyes, which shimmered with a watery sheen, carrying a hint of lazy allure.

General Fu could no longer resist, lowering his head to kiss her lips, swallowing her unfinished words.

A glint of cunning flashed in Wen Ci’s eyes. She proactively wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips lightly tracing his spine, sending a shiver through him.

”Commander... still want more?” Her voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of teasing and seduction.

General Fu’s eyes darkened, and he pressed her back into the brocade quilt.

Ambiguous sounds once again filled the room.

...

It wasn’t until late morning that General Fu finally gave in.

He propped himself up on his arms, his chest heaving violently, fine beads of sweat seeping from his temples. His usually stern face now carried a rare hint of discomfiture.

He was actually exhausted.

This realization shook him.

He practiced martial arts every morning and had far superior stamina than ordinary people, yet now he was drained to this extent, even feeling an illusion of complete exhaustion.

”No more,” he said hoarsely, a touch of helplessness in his voice.

Wen Ci, however, seemed unsatisfied. Her fingertips lightly traced his chest, and she whined playfully, ”Why not?”

This act of intimacy was a great tonic for her.

Especially with someone so pure, full of stamina, and passionately wild, only then could she be satisfied.

Since it was happening, she had clung to him and asked for it several times, so why couldn’t he continue?

General Fu took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the desire that was surging within him again, and gritted his teeth, ”If this continues, I’m afraid we won’t be able to go anywhere today, and will just have to lie in bed all day.”

At this moment, he finally understood what true intimacy meant.

He had never imagined before that sexual intercourse could be so pleasurable.

But he was also genuinely feeling a bit more willing than able.

After he finished speaking, he quickly got up, hastily threw on his coat, and practically fled in disarray.

Wen Ci watched his hasty retreat, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

Even the most cold-blooded man was still a man in the end.

Although her body looked delicate, in reality, her strength and speed were top-notch.

This was a body that had been trained and debugged with electronic code.

How could it genuinely be delicate?

Delicacy was merely a smokescreen to deceive enemies.

Especially in bed, she would absolutely not be the one who was drained.

Instead, she was a succubus who absorbed vital energy.

*

General Fu stood in the center of the training ground, the sun glaring, sweat dripping down his jaw. His military uniform was already soaked, clinging to his bulging muscles.

He gripped the rifle in his hand, his knuckles white, his eyes terrifyingly dark.

This was impossible.

He had practiced martial arts since childhood, fought in wars for many years, and his physical strength and endurance were top-notch; he had never been even slightly negligent.

But just now... he had actually been the first to give in?

Wen Ci’s enchanting face appeared in his mind, her eyes red-rimmed, her lips moist, her dark hair scattered across the brocade quilt, like a peony drenched in night dew, delicate and alluring.

She was panting, her fingertips lightly tracing his chest, her voice sweet as honey, yet her words were chilling.

”Commander... already tired?”

At that moment, he almost lost control.

Recalling it now, where was there any trace of fatigue in her? She was clearly growing stronger as the battle raged on, and even when his breathing was slightly disordered, a faint, almost imperceptible smile flashed in her eyes, as if she had long anticipated his defeat.

He had never lost a battle, and now he had actually been defeated by his newlywed wife, and in a place like bed, which involved a man’s dignity...

”Commander Fu!” The adjutant cautiously approached, seeing his gloomy expression, couldn’t help but swallow, ”Today’s training plan...”

Logically speaking, today was the Commander’s first day of marriage, so they should all be relaxed.

But who knew that the Commander’s expression hadn’t improved since he arrived.

So all the soldiers were trembling.

”Extra training,” General Fu interrupted coldly, his eyes sharp as knives, ”Everyone, thirty catties of weight, twenty li cross-country.”

A collective groan rose from the training ground.

A few bolder veteran soldiers exchanged glances, and finally, someone couldn’t resist stepping forward, lowering his voice to tease, ”Commander Fu, last night... wasn’t it satisfying?”

General Fu’s eyes turned cold, and the man immediately shrank his neck, but still bravely continued, ”This subordinate means... if the new madam isn’t satisfied, you can’t take it out on your brothers...”

”Shut up!” General Fu roared, but his ears were subtly burning.

He wasn’t unsatisfied.

He was suddenly a little afraid that he... wouldn’t be able to satisfy her.

The thought of Wen Ci’s captivating face, and her half-smiling expression just now, filled his chest with an unprecedented irritation.

If she was truly insatiable, if she would be disappointed in him in the future...

No, absolutely impossible.

He was General Fu, young and accomplished, an executioner feared by all on the battlefield.

How could he not satisfy his newlywed delicate wife?

He suddenly clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and turned to stride towards the center of the training ground, his voice as hard as iron,

”Add another hundred push-ups! Anyone who doesn’t finish won’t eat tonight!”

The soldiers exchanged glances, on the verge of tears.

Who exactly was this new madam? How could she push the iron-blooded, stern Commander Fu to such an extent? But why were they the ones getting hurt?