novelraw Chapter 325 --325
Chapter 325 --325
"Wife—"
"Samuel, DROP IT."
Their banter continued as they walked back, neither willing to fully admit the growing emotional connection between them.
### The Old Master’s Decline
Over the following days and weeks, the old Master’s health began to deteriorate steadily. Even the household physician couldn’t determine what was wrong.
"His symptoms don’t match any illness I’m familiar with," the doctor admitted, looking frustrated. "Weakness, periodic pains, difficulty breathing, confusion... but no fever, no visible injury, no clear diagnosis."
Heena, however, had absolutely no problem identifying the truth. The symptoms were obvious: Maya was poisoning him. It was a classic technique—small doses over time, symptoms that mimicked a natural illness, leading to a gradual decline that passed for age-related deterioration.
But she didn’t share this knowledge with anyone. Not because she couldn’t prove it—she likely could with a little digging—but because, in her eyes, the old man was disgusting and deserved whatever was coming to him.
It didn’t matter what era this was, or whether marrying young girls was considered "legal" or "normal" in this time period. To Heena, it was fundamentally wrong. She couldn’t forget the predatory gaze he’d leveled at her when she first arrived as a servant. That entitled assumption. That vile sense of ownership.
She had zero sympathy to spare. If Maya wanted to poison him, fine. Heena certainly wasn’t going to intervene. It was simply one less predator in the world.
Samuel could clearly see something suspicious was happening with his father’s illness, too. Yet he also did nothing. It was obvious he wanted his own brand of revenge for years of controlling behavior, for his mother’s unhappy life, for countless humiliations and manipulations.
So they both kept their mouths shut. It was an unspoken agreement: let nature—or Maya’s poison—take its course.
### That Night - The Bedroom Standoff
But there was another problem developing between Heena and Samuel. A much more personal, intimate problem.
At night, in their shared quarters, Samuel approached Heena with clear intent.
"Wife..."
"No."
"But—"
"NO."
"Why?!" Samuel finally burst out in frustration. "It’s been DAYS since that first night! We’re married! Why won’t you let me touch you again?!"
Heena, sitting on the bed with her arms and legs crossed defensively, looked at him with absolute seriousness.
"Because you’re too BIG."
Samuel froze in shock. That was NOT something a proper lady would ever speak about so directly! Even a crude, unrefined woman wouldn’t discuss such matters so casually. It was so jarring he couldn’t even process it for a moment.
"You—you shameless woman!" he stammered, his face turning bright red. "How can you just SAY something like that?!"
Heena looked entirely confused. "What? You’re standing in MY bedroom. You’re MY husband. And you’re talking about SHAME?" She uncrossed her arms.
"At least have some sense of propriety!" Samuel insisted.
Heena raised a hand dismissively. "Sorry, but I don’t even know who my parents are or where I come from. Talking about ’propriety’ with me is like talking about shit—pointless and unpleasant."
Samuel looked at her with wounded puppy eyes. "But wife... isn’t bigger supposed to be BETTER? That’s what all the—I mean, that’s what people say..."
Heena looked at him with absolute scorn. She muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to catch: "Big is better ONLY if you have the stamina and self-control to use it properly..."
"What?" Samuel asked, confused.
Seeing his innocent expression, Heena suddenly smiled. But it wasn’t a warm, affectionate smile. It was a sneer.
"You know what?" she said sweetly. "You’re absolutely RIGHT. Let’s have some adult playtime together."
Samuel smiled brightly—finally, she was agreeing! But a sudden spike of apprehension cut through his relief as her smile widened. Something about it was predatory. Dangerous. Like he’d just walked right into a trap.
### Five Minutes Later...
"Wife... what is THIS?"
Samuel’s voice was confused, alarmed, and thoroughly embarrassed.
Heena sat calmly in a chair, her hair loose, wearing only her outer robe as she peeled an orange. "What? Didn’t you say you wanted some ’adult play’?" She leaned back, perfectly relaxed.
Meanwhile, Samuel was tied to the bed. Properly, thoroughly tied. The rope was as thick as Heena’s wrist—she’d learned from experience that "hero-type" men in story worlds possessed ridiculous physical strength, and she wasn’t taking chances. His arms were bound to the headboard, his legs spread and tied to the bottom posts. He lay helpless in his inner sleeping clothes.
"This is NOT what I meant by ’adult play’!" Samuel protested, straining against the ropes. "This is—this is—"
"This is EXACTLY what I meant," Heena interrupted, popping a segment of orange into her mouth. "You wanted intimate activity. I’m providing it. On MY terms."
"You can’t just TIE UP your husband!"
"I literally just did," Heena pointed out reasonably. "So clearly I CAN."
Samuel stared at her in disbelief. "This is insane! Untie me right now!"
"Hmm..." Heena pretended to consider it. "No, I don’t think I will." She chewed thoughtfully. "You know, the problem with that first night was that YOU were in complete control. You had all the power, all the stamina, all the decision-making authority."
Samuel’s face burned redder. "That’s how it’s SUPPOSED to work!"
"According to whom?" Heena challenged. "According to social customs written by men, for men, to benefit men?" She stood up and walked closer to the bed, still holding the fruit. "But here’s the thing, dear husband: I’m not interested in repeating an experience where I end up unconscious from exhaustion for an entire day afterward."
Samuel opened his mouth, but Heena silenced him with a sticky, orange-scented finger against his lips.
"So here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to stay tied up. I’m going to maintain complete control of the situation. And we’re going to proceed at a pace that MY body can actually handle." She smiled sweetly. "Think of it as... educational. You’ll learn restraint. Self-control. Patience."
Samuel stared at her as if she’d grown a second head. "This is the most unseemly thing I’ve ever heard of! What kind of wife TIES UP her husband?!"
"The kind who’s tired of being bedridden for days afterward," she replied simply. She finished her orange, wiped her hands on a cloth, and approached the bed with that same predatory gaze. "Now then, dear husband... shall we begin your lessons in RESTRAINT?"
Samuel’s eyes went wide with a volatile mix of alarm, anticipation, and utter confusion.
Hovering in the corner, the System covered its virtual eyes with its paws. It hadn’t signed up to witness this. It was a professional System, not some voyeuristic anomaly! It mentally began drafting a sexual harassment complaint to the Bureau. Still, its analytical subroutines couldn’t help but note that the Host was being strategically brilliant—taking control, establishing boundaries, and firmly teaching the male lead she wouldn’t be a passive participant.
The System violently shut down that line of processing. *Nope.* It was retreating to its happy place. Data files. Mission parameters. Anything except what was about to happen in this room.
Heena glanced toward the empty air where the System floated. "System, you have exactly five seconds to leave this room before I start. One... two..."
The System vanished instantly. *Goodbye. See you tomorrow. Or next week.*
Samuel looked up at her weakly. "You can still untie me and we can do this the normal way..."
Heena just smiled and began loosening her outer robe. "Oh, sweet husband. We’re going to do this MY way. And by the end of tonight, you’re going to understand EXACTLY why I needed to take control."
She climbed onto the bed, straddling him.
"Lesson one: PATIENCE."
Samuel gulped.