MTL - More Than A Few Blessings - Chapter 23 Really have a relationship

“Ever wondered how a bastard child lives a normal life while married to a goddess? No. Neither have I, because he's an overpowered bastard child of the king married to a goddess that looks like a demon.”

Once upon a time, there was a guy named Lumiere.

Being a bastard child of the King with an unknown mother, Lumiere didn't think his life would amount to much.

When he unlocked the Unique Skill - [Beginner's Luck] things took a drastic turn.

He summoned and got engaged to a goddess, Serena, just under a minute. Talk about a shotgun wedding!

To make matters even more complicated, All-Father, Serena's father, decided to bless Lumiere with overpowered abilities, turning him into a magical powerhouse.

Suddenly, Lumiere, the fifteenth child and eleventh son of his family was the chosen one to change the world.

Lumiere was an Integrator, which was a fancy way of saying he had super-crazy, intense memory that could make elephants jealous.

He also had a past life regression syndrome which was just a fancy way of saying he could remember vivid visions of his past lives.

In this world of magic, demons, gods, and dragons, Lumiere had a big job on his hands. But with Serena by his side, and All-Father watching his every move, Lumiere was ready to bring peace to the realm.

Will Lumiere and Serena's shotgun wedding work out? Can Lumiere change the world for the better? Can he find his mother? Can he put all his past life memories to good use? Find out in this adventure overflowing with magical hijinks!

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

I remember the story of a novel I had read in my previous life just before my marriage. If you don’t mess up the wedding, you’ll be poisoned by your husband! So I kissed the pastor who was in charge of the ceremony.

“Commander, are you alright?” shouted one of the holy knights as he approached the pastor who was kissed.

Huh, what?

Wait … are you the commander of the Holy Knights?

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Rurutia, who was about to die, wanted to spend her last moment in a temple where she felt at ease the most. She started a business with her friends for the temple, and it was a big hit.

“Miss, you have the world in the palm of your hands!”

“Are you a God who has descended to Earth?”

In the midst of being embarrassed by the large crown, the commander of the holy knights himself was also acting strange.

“All I wish for is to be your husband,” he said, his eyes shining with obsession. “Take responsibility for stealing my first kiss.”

This is all so wrong.

It seems that I changed my future.

Born with the fate of a slaughterer, but all he wanted to do was help.