A month has passed since your wedding. A light rain fell on the cafe that afternoon, coinciding with Valentine's Day, the day of love. You and Arka were busy tidying up the cafe for the rest of the day. As night fell, you returned to your room, located on the top floor of the cafe, where Arka was cleaning himself.

The fragrant scent of roses filled your senses. As you entered, you saw your bed covered with pink rose petals, and the room seemed to be decorated as intimately as possible, like a bridal chamber on its honeymoon.

When a medium-sized pink gift box caught your eye, you opened it, thinking it was a gift from your husband. As your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, you saw inside a nightgown, a charming black lingerie set, and some lubricant. And the piece of paper you read made your heart race again.

It wrote how to make a baby and the ingredients needed—of course, the ingredients were the two of you, and how to make it... you hastily crumpled the paper.

"Ahh, you've opened the gift, my love. Do you like it, hmm?" You turned around and found Arka wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, you could even see his trunk hanging from it.

Arka grinned when he caught you staring. "Come on, let me see what we got," Arka's eyes narrowed, and a slow, deadly smile formed on his luscious lips.

"Interested in trying this recipe, my love?" You didn't even realize when Arka started carrying you bridal style to the bed. "It would be better for you to try on the dress before we make the dough, wouldn't it?" Arka chuckled when he saw your blushing face.

"A gift for my beloved wife on our first Valentine's Day," he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe. "And I hope you can let me play wild tonight~"