Transmigrated to Game World with SSS Wife-Chapter 49: You’re Perfect to Me (Ecchi)

Juliana couldn't believe what she just heard. Perfect? Right now?

She- she was a mess!

H-he just had to wipe ice cream off her face! Not to mention the tears! And letting him know about her inner turmoil? It was just imperfection after imperfection!

"Juliana... I don't want perfect. I don't want the ultimate Valkyrie, the most beautiful wife, the most stoic counselor. All of that sounds boring and, to be honest, way beneath you. If you want to be perfect, be you."

But that's the thing, isn't it dear? You're not perfect. Far from it, actually. There were soo many things you could've done in the dungeon. In fact, if you hadn't lowered your guard that insignificant Fallen would've never knocked you out. Amelia would've never lost Fynn, and your KING would've never even been close to dying. Everything bad that happened was because you were being you instead of perfect.

Juliana shook against the second voice, though she was unable to deny it. Even if it was horrid, the voice was correct.

In his endless kindness, her king was wrong.

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Noticing her shaking, Nick pulled back a little to look closer in her eyes. Tears were forming again, but not just one or two. A downpour.

She extended her arm to push him back and then turned, wiping the tears away. A few shuddering breaths left her mouth as she blinked away the other tears.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

No tears, no scars. Nothing broken underneath, no ripples exposing what was broken underneath.

Simple perfectio-

"Juls."

His voice penetrated through the panic attack, stopping her heartbeat. A tight clenching overwhelmed her, one that had far more of a vice grip than even Ethos.

Then the soft yet firm grasp of Nick's hand on her shoulder loosened any pressure she had felt. The resulting feeling was... beautiful. Perfect.

For the first time in her life, she found perfection through freedom.

And it turned everything she knew into jelly. The second she felt liberated, all the pressures she built for herself came crashing down. Every moment it felt like they were fighting to reassert their dominance.

There was only one path to continue this freedom– to follow Nick. To follow the only person who ever truly had complete control over her and yet... never exerted that control.

The one who had every capability of destroying her to create perfection and yet took her for what she was. Because of his heart, it turned out that the Progenitor of Destruction actually ended up being her key to salvation.

As she crumbled into his embrace, she allowed herself to be vulnerable for the first time in her life.

She allowed herself to fall into an imperfect storm of passion and love.

...

It didn't take long for them to find their way back to the mansion. They had just entered a meadow to the east of the mansion, where the only light was from the moon.

With every passing moment, Juliana's fiery love only grew.

She trailed slightly behind Nick so that she could get a better view of his broad shoulders and solid back. Even though he wore light armor with fairly heavy padding, the muscles underneath were still very prominent.

At the same time, Nick was happy that Juliana seemed to cheer up. If cheer up was the right term. Really, Nick didn't know what to call her current emotions.

All he knew was that they were positive, after what felt like a caged tiger for the last few days. A scared girl who couldn't do anything besides lash out.

'Hopefully, she's gotten over that perfect crap.' Nick thought, wondering how it could've ever even shown up.

Ignoring the fact she was already perfect... the level that she strived for was simply unattainable and destructive. It was like she lived to please everyone except herself. A horrible existence, especially if it was for someone like him.

Maybe one day he'd be worthy of that kind of love-

"Nick... thank you."

He turned to see her scarlet eyes illuminated by the moon for just a second, and then he felt the soft press of her lips on his.

Now, it was Nick's turn to completely melt.

'She- she's kissing me! Why?'

As his mind scrambled with questions, wondering why the hell she would kiss someone like him, his body responded on instinct and pulled her closer. Whatever the reason, this chance wouldn't be wasted.

Nick didn't really know what to do so he let Juliana lead the way. Her lips pressed against his with a fierce pressure as she draped her arms around his neck. Lifting her left hand to cup the back of his neck, she pulled his head even deeper into the kiss.

Nick's hands went to reach her rear, but then his face grew red as he lost confidence and settled for her waist. A soft chuckle escaped Juliana's lips as she decided to be even more naughty and imperfect.

"Go for it, my king."

His hands dropped again but still hesitantly. She bit the bottom of his lip playfully. He jolted from the sudden rush and squeezed her rear.

'This is a nice cushion...'

Most thoughts left his brain as he felt his tent grow. Worried that it would ruin this moment, Nick awkwardly tried to will it to shrink.

Juliana pushed off Nick a little to look into his eyes, a wild grin and sparkle in her eyes as she whispered, "You're new to this, huh? Look, just ignore your pesky friend."

Her erotic voice caused Nick to smile as a primal moan arose in his throat. This time, he initiated the kiss and while he heeded her advice. Mr. Wood was gonna be sidelined tonight.

They stayed like that for a few eternities, perfectly still and together as one under the incandescent moonlight. Tomorrow, Nick figured she would be brought back to her senses and kick him awake or something.

For now, it was peaceful, serene.

Perfect.