This Wife Is Too Innocent

Inside a double room on the second floor of the Golden Rose Inn.

The flames in the fireplace had mellowed, occasionally emitting a soft crackle that added a touch of tranquility to the cold winter night.

However, for the two people in the room, this tranquility felt more like a silent storm on the verge of erupting.

"Um... I've poured the water. You should wash up and go to sleep early too."

Lynch was wearing a loose set of pajamas provided by the inn.

He held a dry towel, rubbing his still-dripping hair, but his gaze was erratic, afraid to look toward the bed.

Over there, Felsy was sitting on the edge of the bed.

She had already changed into a nightgown. It was a long, white silk dress with a soft texture. Although the style was conservative, under the candlelight, her faintly visible curves, the silver hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, and those purple eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light in the shadows all exuded a lethal charm capable of breaking the defenses of a saint.

"Mhm."

Felsy replied softly, her voice an octave lower than usual.

She stood up and stepped barefoot onto the carpet. As she passed by Lynch, a faint, delicate fragrance drifted into his nose.

It wasn't the scent of perfume, but a blend of body wash and her own unique natural scent, reminiscent of melting ice and snow.

Lynch felt his throat go dry.

Gulp.

He swallowed hard and quickly turned his back, pretending to tidy the teacups on the table.

"Calm down! Lynch! You're a Tier 2 powerhouse! You're a man who can single-handedly crush Abyssal Gazers! It's just sleeping in the same bed with your wife! What's there to be nervous about?"

"It's not like I haven't seen it before... although I've never seen it this directly..."

He frantically tried to mentally prepare himself.

As an old virgin who had lived two lifetimes, although he possessed abundant theoretical knowledge, his practical experience was basically zero.

When this "sharing a bed" scenario, which he had only ever seen in novels and anime, actually fell upon him, he realized that it wasn't enjoyment at all, but sheer torment.

...

Ten or so minutes later.

As the rustling sounds stopped, Lynch blew out the candle in one breath.

The room plunged into darkness, leaving only the faint red glow from the fireplace.

"Um... I'll sleep on the outside to block the draft."

Like a zombie, Lynch stiffly lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down carefully. He didn't even dare to shift toward the middle, pressing his entire body against the edge of the bed so that a single roll would send him tumbling to the floor.

"Mhm."

Felsy's muffled voice came from under the covers.

She was already lying down, wrapped in the quilt with only her eyes exposed, sparkling in the darkness.

Although she was a witch who had lived for hundreds of years, and although she had once terrified the entire continent, when it came to romance between men and women, she was actually just as pure and clueless as Lynch.

Back in the Demon Realm, who would dare come within three meters of her? Let alone sharing a bed, any male creature that dared to look directly at her had already been burned to ashes.

But now...

As Lynch lay down, the initially chilly bed was quickly filled with a scorching body heat.

That fiery and energetic aura belonging to an adult male enveloped her in an instant.

Felsy felt her heartbeat begin to accelerate uncontrollably.

Thump, thump...

The sound of her heartbeat was so loud that she wondered if Lynch could hear it.

"Is this... what it feels like to sleep next to someone?"

Felsy shrank under the covers, feeling the continuous heat source radiating beside her.

She didn't hate it.

In fact... it was very comfortable.

That warm sensation seeped through her skin, dispelling the chill that had lingered in her body year-round, giving her a sense of peace as if she had returned to a safe harbor.

But...

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

The man beside her was like a block of wood, completely motionless, even deliberately keeping his breathing very light.

Felsy frowned in slight dissatisfaction.

"Did this guy... fall asleep?"

"How could he be asleep! I can hear his heart beating as fast as a drum!"

Felsy secretly glanced at Lynch's profile in the darkness.

"Whenever he gives me massages, his eyes always sneak lecherous glances at my collarbones and legs... Why is it that now we are actually lying together, he's acting as well-behaved as a holy knight?"

"Could it be... because I'm not charming enough today?"

"Or is it that he really only came in to 'protect me' and has no inappropriate thoughts about me at all?"

The moment this thought popped up, Felsy felt a bit angry.

Her pride as a witch made it impossible for her to accept being ignored like this.

Since you're not going to make a move... then don't blame me.

Felsy took a deep breath, shifted under the covers, and pretended to roll over, scooting a little closer to the middle.

Their arms lightly brushed against each other through their pajamas.

Lynch's entire body jolted; he nearly launched himself off the bed.

"...You're not asleep, are you?"

Felsy's voice rang out in the silent night, carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling and anticipation.

"N-no!"

Lynch replied immediately, his words rushing out like he was buzzing in for a quiz. "I was thinking... thinking about tomorrow's itinerary! Yes, the itinerary!"

"Idiot."

Felsy snorted softly.

She turned over, lying on her side to face Lynch, her purple eyes watching him in the faint firelight.

"Today... aren't we missing a step?"

"Huh? A step?" Lynch's brain short-circuited. "What step? I washed my face and brushed my teeth..."

"Not that."

Felsy reached out and gently poked Lynch's arm under the quilt. Her tone was a bit awkward, yet carried a hint of coquettishness:

"We had our 'going-out hug' this morning."

"Why... is there no 'bedtime hug'?"

This was an unspoken daily ritual between them. Ever since Lynch started implementing the "Witch Raising Plan," in order to complete the system's daily tasks, they would hug every morning before heading out.

But this was the very first time Felsy had actively asked for this ritual.

Hearing those words, Lynch felt as if his heart had been ruthlessly pierced by an arrow.

Wifey is actively asking for a hug! Who could withstand this!

But...

"Here? Now?"

Lynch was somewhat at a loss. "How should we hug? Face-to-face like usual?"

Although it was a large bed, if they hugged face-to-face, their breathing and bodies would be completely pressed together. With only that thin layer of pajamas separating them, Lynch felt that his precarious sanity might instantly collapse.

"I... I don't know either."

Felsy was also stunned.

She had only thought about getting a hug, but hadn't considered the practical execution of it. Face-to-face really was too... too embarrassing.

"Th-then..."

A classic trope from the pure romance anime he had watched in his past life suddenly flashed through Lynch's mind.

"How about... we try a different position?"

Lynch suggested tentatively, "I read in a book that there's something called 'spooning.' It's especially suited for sleeping, and it gives a great sense of security."

"Spooning?" Felsy blinked, not understanding.

"It's just... you turn around and face away from me."

Lynch gestured, "Then I'll hug you from behind. This way it keeps us warm, and it won't be... ahem, too awkward."

Felsy thought about that image.

Her back to him?

For any creature, exposing their back—the most vulnerable part of the body—completely to another person was a huge risk.

Especially for a witch who was once the enemy of the whole world, her back was an absolute restricted zone.

But... if it was him.

"Okay."

Felsy didn't hesitate at all. She obediently rolled over, turning her back to Lynch.

"Come here."

Looking at that petite, defenseless back, Lynch took a deep breath, trying hard to calm his restless heart.

He slowly shifted over, reached out his arms, and gently, carefully wrapped them around her waist from behind.

Then, he pressed his body against hers.

"Buzz—"

The moment their bodies pressed tightly together, it was as if an invisible electric current instantly surged through them both.

Felsy trembled all over, instinctively wanting to tense her muscles, but quickly forced herself to relax.

Lynch's chest was broad and warm, pressed tightly against her back. His arms wrapped strongly around her, enclosing her entirely within a territory named "Lynch."

This feeling...

Was too wonderful.

Back in the Demon Realm, behind her was always a cold throne, or an assassin's dagger that could strike at any moment.

She was used to being on constant alert, used to facing the darkness behind her alone.

But now...

The heat radiating from behind her, along with the steady and powerful heartbeat of that man, was like an indestructible wall, shielding her from all the cold winds and dangers.

"Is this... what it feels like to be protected?"

Felsy closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling up uncontrollably.

She placed her hand over the back of Lynch's hand that was wrapped around her waist, gently rubbing it.

"Lynch."

"Hmm?" Lynch's voice sounded right next to her ear, his hot breath brushing against her auricle, making it tickle.

"This position... isn't bad."

Felsy's voice was soft and sweet like cotton candy, "I really like it."

"I'm glad you like it..."

Lynch's voice, however, was a bit hoarse, sounding as if he was enduring something.

Of course he was enduring!

With a soft and fragrant beauty in his arms, and his wife saying "I like it," this was simply the ultimate test for a normal man!

Especially in their current position... they were pressed together too tightly.

Felsy's soft waist, her curves that rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and the faint fragrance wafting from her hair, were all constantly teasing Lynch's nerves.

As a hot-blooded young man in his prime, with an enhanced physique.

Some physiological reactions simply did not shift according to human will.

Lynch felt the blood boiling in his body, and a certain indescribable part began to... and very inappropriately, even arrogantly, pressed against the lower part of Felsy's back.

"I'm doomed..."

Lynch wailed in his heart.

"This is so awkward. I hope she falls asleep, I hope she hasn't felt it..."

He tried to shrink back a little to put some distance between them.

But Felsy leaned back in dissatisfaction, wanting to press close to that heat source again.

With this lean, she bumped solidly right into it.

"Hmm?"

Felsy let out a confused nasal sound.

As a pure witch who was extremely sensitive to magic but completely ignorant of human anatomy, especially male, she didn't think in that direction at first.

She only felt that there was something hard, scalding hot, and stick-like pressing against her waist.

And it was twitching.

"Lynch?"

Felsy turned her head. By the faint firelight, she looked at Lynch, whose face was completely red and forehead was covered in sweat, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you very hot?"

"No, no... it's just a bit stuffy..." Lynch's eyes darted away, just wanting to find a hole in the ground to hide in.

"But... it feels like you're carrying something on you."

Felsy frowned, reaching out her hand to touch the foreign object pressing against her, "Here... there's something hard, it's poking me."

"Don't! Don't touch it!"

Lynch was scared out of his wits and grabbed her hand at once.

"What is it?"

Felsy's expression turned serious.

She suddenly remembered what Lynch had said earlier about thieves and danger.

"Could it be... a hidden weapon?"

"Or maybe..."

Felsy's expression changed, and her voice carried a trace of anxiety and heartache:

"Did you get injured by magic backlash during target practice today? Did it cause this place to swell up?"

"How did it swell so badly? And why is it so hot?"

"Let me see! If it's a blood clot or a magic nodule, it must be dealt with immediately, or it will become necrotic!"

"No, no, no! I'm not injured! Absolutely not!"

Lynch clutched the blanket tightly, feeling as if he had already suffered social death.

Looking at Felsy's big, crystal-clear eyes that were full of concern and purity, Lynch truly wanted to cry but had no tears.

Heavens!

Does this girl really not understand, or is she just pretending?

How could someone be this pure? Mistaking that for a swollen lump? And wanting to treat it?!

If he let her destructive magic hit it... then his happiness for the rest of his life would truly become necrotic!

"Then what on earth is it?" Felsy wouldn't let it go, "If you don't explain it clearly, I won't be at ease."

Lynch took a deep breath, looking at his wife who was so close at hand.

He knew that if he didn't explain it clearly today, there would be no sleeping tonight.

"Um... Felsy."

Lynch swallowed hard, organized his words, and said in an extremely tragic tone:

"Actually... this is a kind of... um, a natural reaction for martial artists."

"Martial arts?" Felsy paused in surprise.

"Yes! It's just... when one's vitality circulates to the extreme, or... or when one is feeling rather excited, the energy in the body will gather near the dantian, forming an... uh, aura shield."

Lynch started to spout nonsense with a straight face:

"This means my body is very healthy! Extremely healthy! As long as... as long as I calm down for a bit, it will go down on its own."

"Really?" Felsy looked at him suspiciously.

"Absolutely true! Truer than pearls!"

Lynch raised a hand to swear, "So, wifey, please don't move, and definitely don't try to treat it. Just let me... let me hold you quietly, and it'll be fine in a while."

Felsy stared into his eyes for a long time.

Although this explanation sounded weird, and the location of that pivot point was a bit delicate.

But since Lynch said it was fine, and his attitude was so firm...

"Alright."

Felsy lay back down, facing away from him, "Since it's a reaction to practicing martial arts... then you go ahead and practice."

"However..."

She paused and muttered softly:

"Be careful when practicing martial arts in the future. Swelling up this big looks quite scary. Magic is still much easier."

Lynch: "..."

He buried his face in the crook of Felsy's neck and let out a silent sigh.

This was the exact reason he had never dared to make a move.

This wife of his... was just too pure.

She was so pure that he felt like even having a single wicked thought was a crime.

Still, at least they could sleep in the same bed now, hugging and cuddling. Felsy didn't seem to mind it at all; in fact, she seemed to really enjoy it. Did this mean that their relationship had progressed to a whole new level?

Lynch couldn't help but feel a sweet sense of joy bubbling in his heart.

"Let's go to sleep, wifey."

"Mhm, goodnight."

The night deepened.

In this inn with only two rooms left, Lynch held his dangerous yet incredibly adorable witch. Teetering on the edge of agony and ecstasy, he spent the longest and sweetest night of his life.