The Duchess and the Devil

Her husband, Derrick Vaisil, who had a funeral four days ago, suddenly came back to life. But this man was so different from before he died! “I’m hungry, wife.” From regularly turning up in the dining room that he had always avoided, “How about we use the same bedroom?” To a furtive suggestion of combining their bedrooms, which they had always kept separate. What in the world happened to this man? * “You always give off this delicious smell…how can I bear it?” Right now, at this very moment, Judith felt as if he was a cruel predator who could easily devour her from head to toe. “You, uh, what the hell are you?” He, who tormented her by repeatedly sucking on her soft earlobe and slipping his tongue inside her ear, chuckled. “What am I?” Derrick kissed her chin and whispered languidly, “I am your husband, Judith.”