The CEO’s Wife Is A Demon God’s Daughter

Tristan woke up with a bright smile on his face. He lowered his gaze only to see Zhen-Zhen sound asleep in his arms. They were in each other's arms, cuddling each other.

He couldn't help but smile as he recalled last night's incident. Zhen-Zhen helped him to relieve himself from the torturous feeling of not able to sleep with his own wife.

His self-control was truly tested. He thought he could endure it but in the end, his naughty self could no longer fight the temptation of asking his innocent wife to give him a hand job. 

He had to admit that he was still guilty of that crime, taking advantage of her innocence. She was clueless about what they were doing last night. But for the sake of making him feel better, Zhen-Zhen yielded to his request and followed his lead.

He felt amazing afterward. He felt guilty and embarrassed after releasing his cum all over their hands. He immediately pulled her towards the bathroom as he washed their hands and cleaned himself. He also changed into another pajama.

Until now, he could still vividly remember the feeling of her soft hands touching him. Just thinking about it gave him a boner as early as this morning.

Tristan shook his head, trying to get that thought out of his mind. He needed to divert his attention or else, he would need another exercise this morning just to relieve himself.

He decided to wake up his wife since she still had class today.

"Wifey…" Tristan called her out softly, then he began to shower her face with soft kisses. He wanted to wake her up by kissing her all over her pretty face.

After a few seconds, Zhen-Zhen moved in his arms. She was awakened by his kisses.

"Tristan…" Zhen-Zhen mumbled in her sleepy state. She rubbed her eyes and yawned before shifting her gaze to Tristan.

Tristan let out a husky laugh seeing her cute and adorable action early this morning.

"Good morning, wifey! Time to wake up. You still have class today," Tristan greeted her with his smile, shining like a ray of sunshine.

"Good morning, hubby. How do you feel?" Zhen-Zhen asked him, caressing his face as she gazed at him with her concerned look.

Tristan touched the tip of her nose and said, "I'm fine now. I feel wonderful because of you."

Zhen-Zhen smiled back at him as she nodded her head. "I'm glad to hear that."

"Last night, I asked Matthew to drop at my place. He will bring your clothes here. He will join us during breakfast." Tristan informed her. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and stroked her cheek.

"Matthew is a very efficient assistant of yours. You're lucky to have him as your friend as well," Zhen-Zhen blurted out randomly.

Tristan nodded in agreement with her remarks.

"By the way, wifey. I was dying to ask you this last night. Did you feel any discomfort after drinking the milk my mom prepared for us?"

Zhen-Zhen shook her head. "I didn't feel any discomfort," she promptly responded.

'Eh, why she's not affected? I'm sure that her milk was drugged too. Is this one of the advantages of being a demon god's daughter? Drugs do not work on her.' Tristan marveled at that thought.

"Oh, I remembered, I didn't drink the milk Mom prepared for us. I made a new one because I gave the milk to FaMo," Zhen-Zhen added.

Tristan: "..."

'What?! FaMo drank the milk instead!! Eh, Was that the reason he disappeared last night? The poor cat suddenly became in heat because of the milk and looked for a partner that's why Zhen-Zhen told me that he roamed around the mansion.'

Tristan shook his head while pitying FaMo. However, he was glad that FaMo accidentally saved Zhen-Zhen. If she was the one who was drugged then Tristan didn't know how Zhen-Zhen would react. They might end up doing the deed.

"Wifey?"

"Yes, hubby?"

"About last night… you know the 'massage thing' that we do… Hmm just keep it a secret between us and never mention it to anyone, understand?" Tristan requested her.

Zhen-Zhen just bobbed her head with a smile indicating that she understood Tristan.

"One more thing…" Tristan bit his lower lip before he continued what he was about to say to her.

"That thing we did last night… it's not an ordinary massage. It's a special massage called 'hand job'. You are only supposed to do that with your husband. Only Me… don't do that with other men. Is that clear?" Tristan explained to Zhen-Zhen. He didn't want Zhen-Zhen to misinterpret that act once again.

Zhen-Zhen blinked her eyes several times before nodding her head. "Yes, I understand. I will not do it with other men."

"Good!" Tristan held her arms and added, "Your hands should only touch mine. Mine alone."

"Yes, yours alone," Zhen-Zhen repeated his words, reassuring him.

Tristan gave her a satisfied smile before leaning down to kiss her on her forehead.

"Thank you, wifey… for making me feel better last night."

"It's my pleasure."

Tristan gathered her in his arms, hugging her tightly. He wanted to stay like this for a while, cuddling her in his bed while feeling her soft and warm body. His morning was now complete because of her presence.

After a while, Tristan's expression had become serious as he remembered the scheme of his grandfather and his parents. 

'Hmm, I think I need to confront them today. I don't want this incident to happen once again. Those adults need some scolding from young ones. How many times I should tell them not to meddle in my married life?' Tristan couldn't help but feel upset with them.

"Wifey, you can take a shower first. Then I will go downstairs. I will wait for you there. We will eat breakfast together with grandpa and my parents."

Tristan had decided to face and talk to his grandpa and his parents while Zhen-Zhen was taking a bath.

"Okay, hubby. I'll see you downstairs," Zhen-Zhen said before getting off the bed.

"Oh, before I forget. I think I need to bring FaMo to the veterinary clinic today," Tristan informed Zhen-Zhen.

"Veterinary clinic?" Zhen-Zhen asked him in confusion.

"Yes, it is a hospital for animals. I'm worried that he got an upset stomach or he fell ill after drinking the milk Mom had prepared for us. He was not supposed to drink it." Tristan didn't elaborate more about the drugs.

"Oh, that's a good idea. I think FaMo was not feeling well last night."