[Fantasy] Undead (Complete)

How could this be... how could it be like this?
When Xue'er opened the birthday gift her husband had given her, her bright, clear eyes widened in disbelief. 　　***
Today is Xue'er's twentieth birthday.
She is now staring blankly at this strange birthday present.
Even before opening the package, the mere sight of the words "Akiyama Kazuki" on the wrapping paper had already made Xue'er overjoyed. An image of a light blue Japanese kimono embroidered with white cranes and green bamboo immediately flashed into her mind; this image completely filled her head.
Absolutely beautiful! Xue'er truly wished she could own such a kimono. A month ago, she learned that her husband's colleague, He Zhuode, was going to Japan on business. Because they knew each other well, she had mentioned at dinner that Japanese kimonos were beautiful. Although as a Chinese person, she couldn't possibly wear such a garment in Hong Kong, owning one to wear as pajamas at home would be quite nice! Xue'er had only meant it as a joke, a casual remark, but her husband had actually commissioned He Zhuode to bring one back from Japan, only to present it to her on her birthday. How could she not be overjoyed?
She thought to herself that she had finally gotten what she wanted as she unwrapped the long-awaited gift. But just as she was filled with delight, the gift before her was completely different from what she had imagined!
Yes, the gift bag did contain a kimono, but it wasn't light green, nor did it have white cranes or green bamboo; it was a completely black kimono.
No! It should be called a mourning garment, because a pair of white flowers were embroidered on the kimono's front. How could this be? What an unsettling gift!
Although Xue'er had never worn a kimono, she often saw them in Japanese television dramas; this kind of black mourning kimono was the traditional attire worn by Japanese women at funerals.
It was already ten o'clock at night. The bright moon outside shone softly on the city gate river, and the twinkling starlight, mixed with the lights of the buildings, shimmered on the water.
Xue'er and her husband Weibang had been married for less than a year, making them newlyweds. Tonight was also Xue'er's first birthday with her husband after their marriage.
During her school days, Xue'er was already a famous beauty in school. She was petite and delicate, with bright eyes and white teeth. When she smiled, charming dimples appeared, truly exuding a pure and elegant beauty. But what was most striking was her quiet and dignified temperament, which, combined with her beautiful face like an orchid or lily, and her long, smooth, straight hair, made her look like a fairy descended from heaven when she fluttered in the wind, so delicate that one dared not easily defile her.
Now, this newlywed couple had been as sweet as honey since their marriage, in perfect harmony. Their friends had always envied their loving relationship! But in Weibang's heart, although he had married a woman ten years his junior and breathtakingly beautiful, he always felt a strange unease alongside his satisfaction. Perhaps he felt he was simply not good enough for Xue'er. Weibang was
thirty years old this year. In terms of appearance, he wasn't particularly outstanding, let alone "handsome," but thankfully, he had a strong physique. He was a sales manager at an appliance dealership. Two years ago, he met Xue'er by chance. At the time, Xue'er had just graduated from school and had only found a junior office job. They dated for six months before moving in together, and another six months later, they officially became husband and wife.
Since their marriage, Xue'er, under Weibang's strong opposition, was no longer allowed to work, only allowed to stay home and do housework. In truth, what housework could a couple, especially without children, possibly do?
Xue'er's father was a minor shareholder in a furniture factory. Her parents and two younger siblings lived together in the Eastern District of Hong Kong Island. After Xue'er and Weibang got married, they bought a two-bedroom apartment in Sha Tin. Because her parents' home was far away, she only went back to visit them once or twice a month.
Just now, at Weibang's repeated requests, Xue'er finally began to change into the mourning clothes. Because she had never worn a kimono before, she didn't know how to tie the wide and large obi (sash) or the thick backpack on her back. Fortunately, the kimono's packaging box had various instructions on how to tie the obi. With Weibang's help, although it wasn't exactly orthodox, she managed to put on the kimono properly.
She stood in front of a full-length mirror, carefully examined herself, turned around, looked back at the mirror, and still felt something was off.
Although the wide collar did make her fair and slender neck look even more beautiful, visually, she still felt that something was amiss.
Xue'er cursed inwardly. Who would give their wife a set of mourning clothes as a birthday gift?
The more she thought about it, the harder
it was for her to smile, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. At that moment, Xue'er reluctantly turned to face her husband, Weibang, who was staring intently at her, his eyes meeting Xue'er's slightly displeased gaze.
Xue'er gave him an awkward smile, then lowered her head, looking at the strange black garment she was wearing, and stiffly spread her arms wide to show it to Weibang.
Her bitter expression was truly laughable, clearly revealing her dissatisfaction: "Weibang, is this really my birthday present?"
Xue'er was slightly annoyed, with a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.
It was no wonder Xue'er was angry; after all, it was her birthday, and to receive such a shocking gift would be unbearable even for the most cultured person, let alone one from her husband.
Weibang approached her slowly with a beaming smile. He tilted his head, gave a soft whistle of praise, and his face showed extreme satisfaction as he looked her over again from head to toe.
Xue'er was puzzled. She stood there uneasily, even she could feel how unpleasant her expression was.
"What's wrong, Xue'er? Aren't you happy?"
Xue'er looked at her husband's cheerful face with suspicion, thinking, "Who would like this kind of jerk?"
But for some reason, Xue'er could never get angry with Weibang in front of him; even if she did, it would vanish in an instant.
What puzzled her even more was that, despite her initial anger, she unconsciously reached out her delicate hand and gently clung to Weibang's shoulder, while her other right hand rested on his chest, gently caressing it.
"I'm happy, I'm happy with anything you gave me."
These were utterly insincere words, and even Xue'er felt disgusted with herself after saying them. She didn't know why she had said such a thing, and could only sigh inwardly. She continued, "But... don't you feel a little strange wearing it?"
"How could I? You look absolutely beautiful, just as I imagined."
Weibang smiled slightly, lifting her chin with his fingers, a sly smile playing on his lips. He added, "My lovely Xue'er, no matter what you wear, you're still so alluring."
Xue'er gazed at him, her heart intoxicated by his words.
Since meeting him, especially after their first time making love, Weibang's strong, masculine allure and his virile scent had captivated Xue'er.
Xue'er took a deep breath, lifting her delicate, flower-like face, gazing at him tenderly.
For a moment, their eyes met, and they were instantly lost in a trance.
Weibang stared at her beautiful face, which was flushed with a blush. She was incredibly lovely and charming, which made Weibang lose himself in admiration. He couldn't help but put his large hands around her slender waist, lower his head, and kiss her lips.
Xue'er tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and opened her lips to allow his tongue to easily penetrate her. Weibang kissed her passionately for a while, then his lips moved down, first kissing her fair and slender neck, instantly making her almost breathless. It wasn't just because of the kiss, but because she could clearly feel Weibang's hard desire rubbing against her.
"Mmm! Weibang, don't..." Before Xue'er could finish speaking, her lips were sealed by Weibang's again.
This time, Weibang's kiss was intense, almost aggressive. Xue'er didn't understand why he was so excited tonight. She kept moaning softly, while reaching forward to intimately embrace his waist.
Xue'er loved everything about him—his scent, his touch. Weibang was so strong and powerful. Every time they made love, he brought her extraordinary satisfaction. From the first time she had sex with Weibang, Xue'er had deeply experienced his strength and superior sexual ability.
Weibang's teasing not only filled her with pleasure but also made her wanton, wild, and alluring. He showed her the true joy of intercourse, each time offering a different experience, a new flavor each time.
All of this was something she had never felt with any of her previous boyfriends before meeting Weibang, including the physical education teacher who took her virginity.
Xue'er knew perfectly well that from the first day she made love with Weibang, she could no longer leave him.
This kiss seemed unsatisfying for Xue'er; just as his lips were about to leave hers, she immediately protested with her actions. Weibang, as if knowing her thoughts, kissed her again. This was the beauty of Weibang.
A long kiss followed, and Weibang finally pulled away from her lips, but his eyes, brimming with desire, remained fixed on her.
"If I die, Xue'er, wear this and keep vigil for me, so that even after I die, I can still see your most beautiful side," Weibang suddenly said.
Upon hearing this, Xue'er gasped and quickly covered his mouth with her hand, glaring at him angrily.

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