The End of a Fake Marriage

“Why would you add something so obvious?” she asked, to which he replied that one could never know. Renee was dumbfounded, but he added it to the list without saying anything.

I should have added the item that he had to wear pajamas to sleep at that time… I regret it later, but now there was nothing I could do.

‘But things are different now.’

Though he had said he would hardly ever sleep at home, Alexander somehow managed to come back and sleep, no matter what, except when he was away on business. Even if it was just for two hours.

Renee watched him sleeping, his face buried in the clean pillow, with bleary eyes.

Yeah… let’s just leave it as it is. How tired must he be to be like that?

‘…But it’s strange. I’m sure there’s a place in the company to sleep.’

So when work was busy, it was said that one could eat and sleep there, living a simple life. This was true not only for Alexander but also for Louis and Michelle, whom he employed, as well as for other executives.

But why did he insist on going home to sleep? If he were that tired, he could have just slept at the company…

‘Well, no matter how well those places are set up, nothing beats the comfort of home.’

Renee cautiously walked to the window and closed it, which had been left open. She also quietly drew the thick curtains to avoid making any noise.

The room became moderately dark and moderately silent. Perfect for a leisurely nap.

As Renee was about to quietly step out of the room after placing a nightgown and pajamas on the chair for Alexander to put on when he woke up, something rushed past her feet in a flash. It was something fluffy, several of them.

Meow-! Meow! Meow!

The mischievous kittens, who had come back from an exciting adventure somewhere, couldn’t contain their excitement and ran into the bedroom.

“No, you little ones…!”

They were so fast and swift that she couldn’t catch them, and they ran around here and there before finally jumping onto the bed where Alexander was sleeping.

It all happened in an instant.

When those little troublemakers finally nestled into the rustling blankets, she had to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle a scream.

“Oh no, no! Oh, please! You little ones!”

She hurried over, reaching out to grab the tail of the last kitten, but it was already too late.

The three kittens were having the time of their lives, meowing and fighting as if it were a fierce battle under the covers.

“…Ah.”

The big shoulders twitched, and the tightly closed eyes opened. Renee’s eyes locked squarely with the still-sleepy blue ones.

“What’s going on under the blankets… Ugh.”

“The kittens got in there. I’m sorry, I’ll get them out right away. I’m sorry.”

“Ah, wait, what is this…”

“Oh no! Don’t come out, don’t wake up, Alexander! Please! I’ll get them out, I—I will!”

Renee quickly put her hand under the blanket, trying to stop Alexander, who was struggling to get up. Fortunately, as soon as she put her hand in, two calico kittens jumped out from under the blanket.

Meow!

One ran away, and the other chased after it furiously.

That left only one, Lucky, with his dark gray fur and blue eyes.
“Just one more to go, just one!”

Rene’s face brightened as he put his hand under the blanket. She had finally found something long and round that he couldn’t hold in one hand.

“I got it! I got it, you little rascal! Quick, let me—”

She had definitely grabbed something warm, solid, and full of life, but something was strange.

…Why won’t it pull away?

There was an odd silence, followed by a pained sigh, and then finally the words Renee didn’t want to hear.

“That’s… not a cat, Renee.”

“…Huh?”

“It’s not.”

…Then what on earth is this?

It even moved a little.
And it even grew a little bigger.

No way. This can’t possibly be what I think it is…
She tried to deny it, but the sensation beneath her palm, which felt like stone, became increasingly clear. Yes, this was definitely not a cat.

“But how long are you planning to keep holding it?”

“Eek!”

She stumbled backwards in surprise. Her face instantly turned as red as a ripe plum, and she stood there stunned.

“W-well, I didn’t do it on purpose! I, um, didn’t know what it was, so I…!”

“I’m sure.”

“I’m serious, Sasha! I’ve never touched anything like that before, so I didn’t know! I didn’t grip it tightly on purpose!”

“…You don’t have to explain. Just get out, quickly.”

“…Huh? Oh! Okay!”

Renee, who got up from his seat in a hurry, let out a faint scream with his face still flushed red, and ran out.

Renee is trying to cover her face while fleeing, and it captures Alexander’s mixed feelings of concern and amusement as he observes her.

…I’m tired.

He sighed and buried his face in the pillow. At that moment, something lightly touched his hair and let out a small meow.

Meow—

Alexander turned his head slightly and looked at the small gray cat that was the cause of this trouble.

Meow—

“It’s your fault, you little rascal.” As he flicked the kitten’s nose, it let out a disgruntled purr.

Alexander gently rubbed the kitten’s nose with his fingertips. The kitten, which had been still for a moment, then lightly licked his fingertips.

Contrary to its small and cute appearance, the touch of his fingertip was quite rough.

“What a good-natured little guy.”

The cat, who made a small meow as if answering, arrogantly took a seat by his bedside and laid down.

“Oh, look at that.”

Alexander stared at the cat, who was lying face down, for a long time. He was so sleepy and tired that his head felt like it was going to burst, but he couldn’t fall asleep easily.

Part of it was due to the throbbing in his lower body, as if someone had left their handprint, and part of it was due to the stirring mechanism nestled within his chest.

The heart, which seemed worn out and no longer capable of movement, creaked and thumped as it beat. It was a curious thing. He thought it was a dead motor, but it seemed it was still usable.

“…Got you! I got you, you little rascal!”

Oh my God. He caught something.

No matter how much I thought about it, it was so ridiculous that I burst out laughing.

Renee is funny. I’m glad I brought her here.

Alexander smirked and buried his face in his pillow. The soft scent of his wife’s perfume wafted through the bedding and lingered on his nostrils.

It was the fragrance of soap that his cousin sent to Renee every year from the soap factory. Perhaps it was quite a good match; it suited her very well.

It was fresh and cool, sweet yet adequately stimulating.

“…”

Alexander, who had been lying down, suddenly got up from his seat.
Let’s take another shower. That would be better.
His underwear felt uncomfortably sticky for some reason.

He strode into the bathroom, irritably brushing his hair back. A stream of cold water poured down on his head.

He thought that after a moment, the lower half of his body would calm down quickly, but instead, it stood up even more rigidly, like a madman. His perfectly shaped brow began to crease.

Had this lewd little thing really broken?

I’m sure he had relieved this angry desire with his own hands a few days ago. He didn’t think of dying no matter how much cold water he poured on him, so there was no other way.

“…”

Before the marriage, it had been perfectly fine, but now that he was married, did it think it could just get away with doing whatever it wanted at any time?

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Alexander let out a growling sigh and soon gave up and grabbed the overly hot thing with his ice-cold hands.

He was not originally a person with strong sexual desires.

Several traumatic memories had castrated most of his desires, and among them was certainly his sexual desire.

Even when a stunning actress sent him a longing glance, or when a princess of a nation blushed and sent him a secret invitation, he had never felt the same way.

On the contrary, the touch of their hands that secretly touched him, the lukewarm temperature that leaned against him due to the alcohol, and the persistent gaze that followed him were always disgusting and difficult for him.

‘…But why is it not the case with you?’

A nervous sigh escaped his lips. The thick, sticky liquid rose upward in defiance of the stream of water pouring downward.

The muscles in his back bounced up and down uncontrollably as he rested his forehead against the bathroom wall, catching his breath.

Something felt off with his body. This wasn’t the kind of biological response he wanted.

I wanted my head to be alive but my body to be dead, but I couldn’t call it dying when it was burning like this.

…… I’ll see a doctor, get some medication, or do something.

With that firm resolve, he lifted his body. The tension in his muscles swelled taut over his wet thighs as he stepped out of the shower.
After drying off, he put on the nightgown that someone had prepared for him amid the commotion, then headed straight for the bed.

The bedding that had his wife’s scent on it instantly rendered him helpless.

Alexander, who had been holding on as if he was trying to resist, soon fell into a deep sleep.