Killed by My Witch

Chapter 21: Falter

Sheze and I panted hard as we slowly separated from each other. I was dead tired after love making. Sheze gave me a lot of kisses and tried to make it up to me by massaging my legs that went completely numb from pleasure. I asked him to go out and find me a male soldier uniform and short brown wig while I rested for a little longer.

After cleaning up and bathing, Sheze arrived just in time for me to change. I bound my large chest with some binding tape and changed into navy blue soldier uniform with double lapels and silver adorned buttons. I slipped my hair into a wig cap before putting on the brown hair wig and entire ensemble.

"Oh, you look quite charming as a man," Sheze said as he eyed me up and down. "I went with a size larger for the top because your breasts are so large. Now, it looks completely flat in front. However, now I cannot help but be drawn to that juicy looking butt of yours..."

He is looking at me like I am fresh meat even when I am appearing dressed as a man.

"What can I do to look less attractive to you?" I asked.

"Nothing at all," Sheze said as he pulled me playfully onto his lap.

"...Stop," I said as I pulled on his cheeks. "People are searching for you. Have you not fooled around enough?"

"Not enough," Sheze said as he squeezed my butt. "Pants are a good look for you."

"You are such a pervert," I said as I closed my eyes. Just as Sheze closed his eyes for a kiss, I slipped out from his grasp and left him hanging with his lips pursed. "Let's get going now."

"Why are you in a rush to leave?" Sheze asked.

"I need to leave as soon as possible, Sheze," I said.

"Why is that?" Sheze asked.

"That is because your wife is a criminal," I said with a bright smile.

With the Sheze's help and disguise, we successfully left the territory that was under Marquis Landon Roswell's domain. He had already put out a warrant for finding a woman with long platinum blonde hair and eyes the color of lilacs. After passing through inspection fairly easy, we headed to the fort Sheze was in charge of in his personal carriage.

"Take it off," Sheze ordered.

"Take what off?" I asked.

"The wig...We are alone now, so take it off," Sheze ordered.

Was the wig that bad looking on me?

I took off the brown hair wig and let my blonde hair fall down to my waist.

"Is that better?" I asked.

"Much better," Sheze said as he ran his fingers through the ends of my hair and sniffed it. "I like your hair very much...So soft like fox hair and refreshing scent like gardenias."

I was feeling slightly embarrassed by my husband's sweet compliments.

"...Is that so?" I asked standoffishly before tying my hair up in a high ponytail.

"Care to tell me your crime, my dear wife?" Sheze asked as he lifted my chin with a horsewhip he pulled out of nowhere.

I was slightly turned on by the image of Sheze's interrogation skills with his all black military uniform with silver lining on the edges on. It was as if we were going through a prison play which was slightly exciting in a way...

If it were not for the fact that I was still crossdressing as a male soldier and the fact that we were not in a bedroom, I could not enjoy this more.

"I burned his castle," I said as I lowered the horsewhip from my chin with my hand.

I should control my husband's avant-garde tastes, or his demands will get out of hand.