#I have a pretty white lingerie slip on with nude stockings under this. Any hair suggestions??

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My dog (big baby Rosie) spilt/threw juice on the wig I had set out for todays look.

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Abridged history of early 20th century Chinese womenswear (part 4.2: 1930s-hair, makeup & accessories)

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Previous posts in the series:

Part 1: 1890s

Part 2: 1900s & 1910s

Part 3.1: 1920s-silhouette

Part 3.2: 1920s-design details

Part 3.3: 1920s-accessories, hair & makeup

Part 4.1: 1930s-silhouette & design

A super late Happy Chinese New Year to all fellow humans who celebrate it!! I’m going to discuss hair, makeup and accessories of the 1930s today in no particular order.

Undergarments

At one point between 1932 and 1934 women in China decided to ditch the breast binders worn since the 1890s and wear brassieres instead. This allowed the natural shape of women’s breasts to show and the contrast between the bust and waist lent the dresses of the mid 30s a soft hourglass shape. The brassieres of the 1930s didn’t have stiffening, boning or foam and relied only on their structure for support, so the shape of the breasts looked very soft and rounded.

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30s Du Barry lingerie sewing pattern for brassieres and drawers. This may not be very representative because brassieres made by different companies looked different, but they usually looked like modern bras with vertical darts and no wires or foam cups.

I must again redirect you to this article on breast binding in China, if you can’t read Chinese Google Translate works just fine. There’s one thing that I’d like to comment on though; the author named breast binding as the sole reason for the small bust measures of women at the time and argued that it caused health problems and hindered the growth of the chest. I think this is true to some extent, but other reasons for the generally small stature of women in this period (and indeed the centuries before) included malnourishment, bad healthcare and lack of exercise. Women weren’t educated about healthy diets and the importance of physical exercise before the 30s, not to mention the non-existent healthcare they received, so they were much shorter and skinnier, and suffered from more illnesses than the average modern woman. Before industrialization, food production was also often insufficient so a lot of women were malnourished.

As popular as brassieres were, some Chinese women chose to go braless. However, I have usually seen braless women in advertisements/pinup posters, so I suspect this would not be very socially acceptable on a daily basis.

Source: lai yiching0926 on Pinterest. I get so many primary sources from this person y’all may as well check out their board on Chinese calendar painting it’s bomb. I also have a Pinterest board where I collect primary sources if anyone is interested, my Pinterest username is also audreydoeskaren.

However, being braless doesn’t mean wearing nothing underneath a cheongsam. Camisoles were worn on the upper body and drawers (which were becoming proto-panties) on the lower body; alternatively a slip could be worn. 30s drawers are really pretty in my opinion, they were high waisted and had an a-line shape, decorated with lace.

To my knowledge, Chinese women in this period did not yet wear girdles, corsets or any other kind of shapewear to take in the waist, at least I have never seen their edges peeking out from underneath the cheongsam. I guess this was also unnecessary as the cheongsam was a light one piece dress and didn’t require any support at the waist.

From my observation, stockings were kind of optional in this period. In the early 20s and before, Chinese women wore short stockings tied up by garters at knee level, but as the skirt hem rose to knee length in the late 20s they probably stopped doing that as the garters would show when they inevitably flash their knees. I assume longer, nude stockings would be worn, held up by a garterbelt or something, but a lot of images of this era showed women with no visible stockings. Teenagers and younger women could wear low knit socks like Western children, but these were not acceptable on grown up women unless they were doing sports. Tights were not yet a thing either.

On top of these undergarments, some women chose to wear ankle length petticoats or pants underneath the cheongsam. This was especially the case around 1934 when the side slits were mid thigh or higher and constantly showing your drawers was likely not the most respectable thing. These petticoats and pants were most commonly white and had decorative trim. Petticoats could have slits down both sides like the outer cheongsam or a flared hem. Pants were straight cut and wide legged. Later in the decade the slits became lower so petticoats and pants weren’t that necessary anymore but many women still chose to wear them, which is fine by me because I think it’s a cute look. Likewise there were many examples of women around 1934 wearing high slit cheongsam without petticoats or pants, especially if they were dancing, so this was likely a matter of personal preference (Western dances like tango, waltz, foxtrot, charleston and swing were introduced to China and popularized in the 20s and 30s. The Paramount dance hall in my native city of Shanghai is a monument to that).

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Mid 30s photograph, high slit cheongsam with pants.

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Later 30s fabric ad, low slit cheongsam with flared petticoat. 

Outerwear

A noteworthy development in the mid 30s was that wearing actual, full blown Western fashion became popularized, but only as outerwear, sportswear or eveningwear; Western day dresses were not often seen on Chinese women. In regards to Western outerwear, a variety of them could be worn over cheongsam. In addition to the fur trim wrap coats popular in the late 20s, women wore capes, vests, suits, coats, knit cardigans and others. It was completely ok to mix and match Western accessories and jackets with cheongsam.

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Short cape.

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Early 30s women’s suit. I know I use this image a lot, it’s just really useful and beautiful :)

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Early 30s fur trim wrap coat.

Source: Sayuu G on Pinterest, link

Long coat with lapels.

Source: Yuan Li on Pinterest, link

Cardigan and jacket. This kind of short sleeved, straight front, collarless jacket on the left was very popular in the mid 30s.

Another cute mid 30s accessory I’m very fond of is the gauntlet glove i.e. gloves that have a very wide trunk opening. I think they have an equestrian flair and look very badass.

Source: Yuan Li on Pinterest, link

1935 cover of The Young Companion. (Why are the useful images always so small? Woe is me)

Earrings were really common in the 30s, you could see them in almost all of the reference photos in this post. 

Hairstyles

Since around 1930 the history of Chinese and Western women’s hairstyles had almost completely synchronized so if you know about vintage Western hairstyles you’re welcome to skip this part.

In the beginning of the 30s the most common hairstyle was a short bob with optional fingerwaves (called waterwaves in this period? I’m not great with terminology). Some bobs in the late 20s/early 30s could be so short that they look like buzz cuts. The defining feature of the fingerwave was the shimmery wave-like pattern in the hair created by pinching and combing the hair while it’s wet with setting products. Just a side note, the way fingerwaves are done in most Chinese period dramas nowadays, uh, leaves much to be desired. That’s because a lot of hairstylists just attach a wavy extension (which you can easily purchase from Taobao...) to the actresses’ forehead and call it a day, but that doesn’t really replicate the structure of the fingerwave and makes it look like the 铜钱头 in Kun Opera instead.

Source: Helen Xu on Pinterest.

Early 30s very short bob.

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Early 30s fingerwave

Another very common hairstyle in the 30s was this mid length bob (either side part or middle part) with a lot of volume at the bottom. I am so puzzled as to how this is achieved, maybe with teasing or curling only at the bottom? That sounds odd.

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Mid 30s fabric ad.

This ad is forcing me to go on a tangent about fabric dyes. This label, Indanthren, sold fabrics dyed from a range of blue or blue-ish colored synthetic dyes made by the German company BASF (which was merged into IG Farben at this time). Because of the introduction of synthetic dyes to China, almost all colors under the sun could be produced or imported so there weren’t really any specific color limitations to the clothing of this period.

Back to hair. Contrary to popular opinion, fingerwaves were not in fashion throughout the 30s, let alone the entire republican era. As the 30s progressed, the fashionable hair length became longer, making it more difficult for fingerwaves to be performed; they were replaced by roller sets and pin curls which are more suitable for longer hair. In the mid 30s, brush out curls with a side part were extremely popular. At this point bangs kind of became a Chinese cultural heritage and a lot of women would wear brush out curls with bangs. There are literally a million patterns for setting brush out curls and every woman probably had her own tricks, so everybody’s hair looked a tad different but the overall idea was the same as Western brush out curls: women would set the hair in the night and sleep with the rollers/pin curls to let them dry, then in the morning they would brush them out until the desirable wavy shape is achieved. Many women also used curling irons to achieve the same hairstyles with heat, which was faster and didn’t require waiting overnight. With that said, the fingerwave didn’t just disappear either, it was often used in conjunction with brush out curls to sculpt specific hairstyles. I’m not a professional vintage hairstylist so I can’t always clock if a hairstyle is done with fingerwaving, brush out curls or both. From my own experience with brush out curls, they are usually more voluminous and have more fizzy ends and the waves don’t line up so perfectly like with fingerwaves because the process is more uncontrollable (or maybe I’m just clumsy).

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Typical mid 30s curls.

The fashionable hair length grew longer toward the end of the decade, with the finished curls reaching either the shoulder or the nape of the neck. Hairstyles became kind of rectangular in silhouette and flat at the crown. They were often pulled back at the sides to create a more rectangular shape for the face.

Source: lai yiching0926 on Pinterest.

Late 30s hairstyles.

Shoes

Again, full westernization here. 30s shoes had higher and thinner heels than 20s shoes, although they were still thicker and lower than modern stilettos. The heels were usually curved Louis heels. 30s shoes often had a single strap across the foot and a wrapped design at the toe. Spectator shoes and Oxfords that covered the whole foot were also worn. Likewise, strapless pumps were fashionable too, sometimes with an open toe design, especially toward the end of the decade. 

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1935 Sears catalogue. Maybe not very representative since shoes made by different companies looked different, just showing what was possible.

Interestingly, I have never seen an image of a 30s Chinese woman wearing boots or booties outside of an equestrian context. I guess boots either weren’t feminine enough or were too inconvenient under the long cheongsam.

Sportswear

A very interesting development in the 30s was the popularization of sportswear as a result of women doing sports. Wealthy or aristocratic Chinese women have been riding and hunting in an attempt to emulate European lifestyle since decades, but these sports remained elite and untouchable for common women; in the 30s however, more accessible sports like swimming, volleyball and tennis became in vogue. The popularity of swimming was in large part due to the influence of female swimming champion 杨秀琼 Yang Xiuqiong (her name is spelled differently in Cantonese because she was from Hong Kong), who was seen as a national hero for winning a ton of medals in international swimming competitions and breaking records. China began trying to participate in Olympic games around this period and there were also many other women athletes competing in different sports, so sportswear became a necessity.

The design of swimwear in this period followed closely the design of Western bathing suits, usually a tight, short, one piece bodysuit.

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1933 cover of The Young Companion featuring Yang in a swimsuit. There was a stigma around female swimmers at this time though, mostly because of the revealing clothing they had to wear to allow freedom of movement. Many press reports called Yang a “mermaid” because of her physical beauty, trying to reduce her to a sex icon instead of the glorious athlete she actually was. All of the whack rumors about her being a concubine of some rich dude was also really disgusting and distracting from her achievements.

I’ve also seen multiple times this two piece design with shorts and a modernized 肚兜 dudou (a Qing Dynasty undergarment with a function akin to that of a corset cover).

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30s pinup girl in two piece swimsuit.

For land sports, women usually wore a short sleeved open collar shirt with shorts, short knit socks and flat pumps.

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1933 cover of The Young Companion featuring a tennis player. 

Makeup

The makeup look of the early 30s was almost identical to the late 20s look, with the thin, elongated eyebrows, large oval shaped blush and delicate red/mauve lips. This continued all the way until around 1938-39.

Toward the end of the decade, the eyebrows started to return to a normal thickness and became kind of arched instead of flat. Eyeshadows became lighter or non-existent. Women used cake mascara to darken their eyelashes, which were separated and evenly spread out. The location of the blush moved slightly downward. Red lipstick was still the most popular but the lips were plumper than in the early 30s. Overall very subtle and small changes to makeup. There were a bunch of Western and Japanese makeup companies trading in China at this point, I couldn’t name any specific ones beside Nivea which was quite popular for affordable skincare products like cream and sunscreen. I assume that actresses and pinup girls would also use Max Factor, but I’m not sure how widely used his products were among the general population. The Hong Kong brand 广生行 Kwong Sang Hong (whose Shanghai branch was called 双妹 “Twin Sisters” and whose advertisements we have seen too many times in this series) was also really popular.

I know I promised to talk about makeup more in this post but unfortunately there really isn’t much to talk about :( So see you next time when I dig into the 1940s!

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A Very Merry Christmas

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Lucien x Reader

Warning: NSFW

This is a Secret Santa story for @mythiica Merry Christmas! 🎄🎁

"You want me to wear this?" You hold up a red lace corset trimmed in faux white fur. "I'm not sure that you've been good enough to deserve it. I only rewards good boys."

"Oh, I've been good," he pulls you up against the length of his body. "Last night you were telling me exactly how good I am. ‘Yes Lucien. Keep stroking it right there. Fuck, that feels amazing’ Did I dream it or was it some other woman who was moaning and screaming her pleasure in my bed." His eyes sparkle with mischief.

"It had better not have been another woman," you frown as you nip his ear, one hand stealing down between your bodies to cup him. "You're mine."

He's hard and eager; you stroke the length of him through the fine fabric of his trousers. You had been out at the annual Christmas benefit for the children's hospital.

You looked beautiful tonight in your silver blue sheath dress. Your hair was gathered up in an artful pile on the top of your head. A few tendrils have been left free to tumble down and accentuate the graceful column of your neck. He wants to nibble at the vulnerable skin just below your ear, you always moan when he flicks his tongue over just that spot.

"I'm definitely yours," he affirms. "So maybe you should reward me for all that good behavior tonight. I was a model of restraint despite your attempts to lead me astray you wicked woman."

"Me?" You protest with fake innocence.

"Yes, it was definitely you. You had your hand between my legs under the table. I don't know how you managed to carry on a conversation the whole time as if nothing was going on. Teasing me like that, I wanted to push you up on the table and fuck you right there."

"Poor Lucien. Were you having a problem with your control?" You smirk at the memory. "Are you saying that you can't handle it?"

"I'm saying that you were driving me crazy and there was nothing I could do about it because we were surrounded by three hundred other people. But now we're alone and I'm calling in the debt. You owe me _______."

"Oh, do I?" Heat fills your eyes. "I'm not sure that I do."

"Put it on," his voice is a low rumble.

"What will you give me if I do?" You challenge him.

"I'll give you the best night of your life."

His words stir dark passions. Your pupils dilate at the promise, deep black pools of desire. Without a further word you turn on unsteady legs and walk into the bathroom, the red lingerie clutched firmly in your hand.

You unzip your dress and let it fall in a heap at your feet. A quick flick undoes the front clasp and your black lace bra joins the dress on the floor. The corset slides over your head and you pull it down into place.

Your reflected image in the mirror shows red half-cups barely covering your breasts, the fur tickling your already stiff nipples. The long garters hang over the tops of your thighs, no stockings tonight but the effect is still sexy with your black thong peeking through the straps. The fit is perfect, but that's not too surprising given how well he knows your body.

You reach up to pull the pins from your hair. He's going to cum when he sees you, you look like a playboy fantasy and you know it. With one last look at your reflection you go in search of the man who's responsible for it.

He's already in bed by the time you walk back into the bedroom. His chest is bare and the sheets are pulled up to his waist. The look that comes over his face when he sees you is priceless; a mixture of lust, adoration and primitive possession. “______," that's all he whispers but it sums it up completely.

You lean back against the door frame, letting him look his fill. The arch of your back presses your breasts even higher so that they threaten to spill out of the red lace. He can hardly believe his luck. No matter how many times you’ve shared his bed it can still surprise him that this gorgeous creature wants him.

"Merry Christmas Lucien. So, how do you like your present?" You ask him as if it was even a question.

"I love it."

You smile as you stalk towards him, there's a sense of power that comes from knowing exactly what you do to him. "I'm glad you like the packaging but you know that presents are meant to be unwrapped." You trail your hand down the valley between your breasts, fingers skimming over your stomach and coming to rest on your waist, your thumb hooking under the elastic of your thong. "Do you want to unwrap me Lucien?” You’re standing right in front of him now, close enough for him to reach out and touch all that creamy skin.

"Oh god yes, and I've got a present for you as well," his mouth curves into a cheeky grin, his eyes crinkling with humor as he deliberately looks down at his erection.

"I think I have a pretty good idea of what it might be," you slip your hand under the blanket and flip it back. The sight that is revealed causes you to dissolve into a fit of giggles. It's what you expected and at the same time it's not. Tears of mirth stream as you clutch your belly to control the laughter. "I can't believe that you wrapped it!"

His erection stands up eagerly; a very pretty red bow is tied neatly at the base with a sprig of mistletoe attached.

"Well it is Christmas, so I thought we should get into the spirit of it."

"It’s very like you to do something like this," you grin at him. "Does this mean that you want me to kiss it?" You flick the mistletoe.

His eyes widen at the offer, he hadn't intended the greenery to be a suggestion but if you’re offering then he'll take it. His girlfriend has an amazing mouth, wicked and knowing. The thought of you going down on him, using that tongue over the plump head and swallowing his shaft into your wet mouth is enough to make him weak in anticipation.

"Yes," his voice barely a whisper and he coughs before trying again. "Yes please. I want you to suck me off," he says in a lower, manlier tone.

You throw a leg over so that you’re straddling him; your mouth consumes his in one deep kiss before you start moving south. There are stops along the way. A pause to flick at his nipples, a wet circling around his navel with your tongue, and a playful nip of his abs before you finally hone into the most sensitive area.

Your fingers lightly touch him as you undo the ribbon; the barely there pressure is torture. He wants you to take a firmer grip but you pull back when he tries to grab your hand.

"Nuh-uh. We're going to do this my way," you shake a finger at him. "Hands by your head and keep them there."

You’re going to rip his control to shreds, tease and torment him until he goes mad. He can tell by the gleam in your eyes and the grin on your face. It might be more than he can take and it's going to be sooo worth it.

"Ok," he grips the pillow under his head with both hands. "Do your worst."

Your evil chuckle forces warm puffs of air over his straining cock as you hover just above him. "Relax Lucien, I promise I'll be gentle with you." True to your word the first lick is a feathery caress around the tip, he can feel his cock throbbing with each pass of that wet tongue. One hand is wrapped around the base of his cock while your other hand plays with his sensitive balls.

You open wider, letting him go as deeply as you can take him. He's too long to swallow fully, barely more than half way in before you feel him hitting the back of your throat. Your warm hand tightens around the rest of the shaft, it gives the illusion that he's fully encased in the wet heat of your mouth.

He has to fight to stop his natural inclination to buck his hips, especially when you start sucking. The way your mouth grips his cock feels so good. Your head bobs up and down as you milk the length of him. The wet suckling sounds that you make are as much of a turn-on as the feel of your lips around his cock.

You’re amazing. You’re mind-blowing. You’re a goddess.

"_____, I'm so close. I'm going to cum," Lucien warns you. He wants to spill his seed inside your mouth but he leaves the decision up to you.

You make a small sound to acknowledge that you’ve heard him but you don’t slow down or stop. You can tell exactly how close he is by the way his muscles are all tensed under you. Your mouth works even harder, creating a stronger pull as your tongue caresses him and he can't hold back any longer.

The first spurt fills your mouth with a salty taste, it's musky and heady and uniquely Lucien. You swallow, lapping up every last drop and staying with him right until the end. You let him go with a final lick; his softening cock falls to rest against his thigh. When you lift your head to look up at him there's a look of awe on his face. "That was amazing ______."

"Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it," you smile.

As if to prove his point he wraps his arms around you and with one deft move he's flipped you over and reversed your positions. Lucien braces himself on his elbows as he looks down at you. You’re still wearing the lingerie and he decides to leave it on you. The hints of skin that show through are as erotic as if you were totally nude.

"Where to start?" he murmurs as if he were contemplating his options. "Maybe here." His hand pulls down one cup just enough to expose the stiff tip of a breast. It's achingly sensitive and you can feel yourself get wetter as his mouth latches on and his tongue plays with the nipple. His mouth works in a rhythmic sucking motion, mimicking your earlier actions on his cock. Did it feel as good for him then as it does for you now?

The way that he's playing with your breast pulls something tight inside of you. You squirm, unable to keep still because of the pressure building between your legs. One hand is massaging his scalp, encouraging his ongoing attention as your other hand snakes down so that you can finger yourself. You only get one flick in before his hand is pulling yours away, frustrating you before you can get any real friction going.

"No, it's my turn now. We're going to do this my way," he echoes your earlier statement.

You glare at him, it's not as much fun being on this end of the teasing. He laughs at the way you’re pouting like a little girl being told no, it's so incongruous with the sex siren appearance. You may not be happy but it's a mark of how much you trust him that you obey and pull your hand back to a neutral area.

"Get on with it Lucien," you growl, foreplay is nice but you want an orgasm now!

"Whatever the lady wants." He moves further down so that he's eye level with your cunt. You lift your hips to aid him as Lucien pulls your panties off, they're embarrassingly wet and his smile is purely masculine as he rubs his fingers in the evidence of what he does to you. "And it would appear that you want me."

Lucien hooks one arm under your thigh and lifts it to rest over his shoulder. The position causes your legs to spread even further apart so that he can see every last detail. He bites the skin of your inner thigh, sucking hard enough that he's going to leave a mark. He loves it that he's left a visible sign of his possession on your body, a secret that only the two of you will know about. He is smart enough to do it only in places that won't be visible.

You might complain about it sometimes but secretly you love it as well. There are times when you’ll cross your legs at work just to feel the slight discomfort from the bruise; it's a tactile reminder of your last bout of sex. You could be sitting innocently in front of your coworkers or taking a coffee break and you’ll be fantasizing about his sweaty body rubbing up against yours.

He places a gentle kiss over the marked skin and then he's moving north and more centrally. His fingers spread your lips to expose the nub with its little hood of flesh. Such a small area and yet your whole body is focused on that one spot, just waiting for him to touch it.

The first flick of his tongue causes your hips to arch. He keeps rubbing over the bud, an up and down motion that has you moaning and thrashing about in no time. The friction over your clit is just right, you can feel your pussy clenching in anticipation of the climax that is building. And then just when you’re about to go over the edge he pulls back, a teasing feathery touch that is nowhere hard enough to satisfy you.

"No!" You protest.

You can feel his chuckle against your skin; he's enjoying inflicting his revenge for your earlier actions at the benefit dinner. "Having problems with your control?" he taunts you.

"You're going to have problems walking in a minute if you don't finish what you started," you growl.

"Oooh, threats!" he smiles with glee. "I love it when you play bad. We both know that you're too fond of my cock to do me any harm. But if it will make you feel better, I'll let you spank me later." His laughter booms out.

Your eyes narrow as you glare at him. That particular part of his anatomy might be safe but his ears are still fair game. He must have sensed your intention because his hands capture your wrists before you can twist his ear. Lucien's still laughing but he accedes to your demands. His mouth captures your clit again and this time the pressure is firm and unrelenting as he works you up to a peak again.

"More," you demand. That one word is all that you can manage as his tongue has robbed your breath away. Fortunately he knows exactly what you need and he slides two fingers into your tight wet pussy. He works them in and out, imitating the way his cock normally thrusts into that wet channel. The feeling of your pussy being stretched in combination with the stimulation to your clit has you screaming as you come hard. You’re a mindless mess in his bed and you couldn't care less as long as he just keeps touching you there.

You rest in the curve of his body, the little spoon to his big spoon. He finally took the corset off you and your bare back is pressed against his chest.

"That was awesome. The best Christmas present ever," he says.

You turn so that you face him and wrap your arms around his neck as you lean in for a kiss. "Yeah. A very merry Christmas indeed Lucien."

MLQC Masterlist

[xyeolx61]

CHAPTER 10

10 WAYS TO KILL MY HUSBAND

“What are you doing here?” Lee Hayeon, the makeup artist that Chanyeol has hired as my personal stylist for special events is now at our bedroom's door. She is carrying a big suitcase and a wheeled rack with huge bags for dresses. She looks nervous, giving some glances behind me to Chanyeol, who is still naked on the bed after our funny nap full of sex.

“Mr. Park told me you need to get ready for an event tonight,” she explains.

“What event tonight, babe?” I turn around, licking my lips at the sight of his naked body shining in sweat since it has not been long since we finished the last round.

“It is a last minute thing tonight," Chanyeol explains as he gets up from the bed, walking on his huge naked glory to grab a pair of grey sweats from the other side of the room. I glance back to the girl, who is blushing madly as she cannot keep her eyes off Chanyeol as he puts the clothes on. “But I have everything under control”

“As always” Chanyeol holds my body close, his hands slipping under the short robe to grab my ass cheeks as he devours my lips in front of the poor girl. I lick my lower lip when he breaks the kiss, his finger poking my entrance teasingly.

“Chanyeol, you are going to traumatize her” he winks before he lets go of my body and licks his finger playfully.

“You already know what you have to do” Chanyeol pats the girl’s back, making her blush even harder than before.

“Sorry about that, he likes showing off” I apologize as she walks in. “I will take a quick shower while you prepare everything”

Hayeon has a hard time covering the love bites Chanyeol has left on my neck and chest but she manages to leave my skin glowing beautifully and covered by the diamonds on my neck. The usual smokey eyes and red lips are nowhere to be seen today and a natural glow takes its place. I am not used to this kind of makeup, I do not look as fierce as I would like, making people shiver with my mere gaze.

“Chanyeol wanted this?” I ask her, checking myself on the mirror of the vanity.

My lips are tainted in a shade of nude pink, fake eyelashes that hide the warm eyeshadows. My skin looks like porcelain like a cute doll instead of the wild tigress Chanyeol always compares me too.

Chanyeol always chooses the most expensive lingerie he can find but this time he has gone over it. A white bra with lace and crystals that hugs my chest beautifully, my boobs looking even bigger and my waist smaller. Hayeon helps my tie the white stockings to the lace thong. The next step is the shoes, some white high heels tied on the ankle and then she finally lets me see the dress.

A white dress.

Chanyeol would have never chosen this color or the makeup so it might be a weird party with a dress code. I put it on carefully, the sleeves resting under my shoulders, the fabric hugging the curves of my body to the floor. It looks beautiful. I look beautiful.

It is different from what I am used to but I love it. I actually look like a nice girl and not the savage yakuza I am used to. My hair is styled as some soft waves to my waist, making me look like a cute doll.

“You look so beautiful, Akiko” Hayeon says as she applies some more powder to my cheeks.

There is some knocking on the door before it opens without any consent. I look at the man through the mirror, a wide smile on my face as I look at him

“Wow, Kunoichi” Yifan hugs my waist, trying not to mess up my clothes. “Chanyeol is lucky I like dick more than boobs”

“What are you doing here and why didn't Chanyeol told me?” I ask him but he just shrugs.

“I have heard he has been pretty damn busy eating you up every time he has a chance” he irks his eyebrows teasingly and I hit his chest with my fist, making him laugh harder. “Let's go, Chanyeol is already waiting downstairs”

I stop on my tracks when we reach the end of the stairs. I cannot believe this. There is a path of rose petals to the garden where Chanyeol is waiting. He is standing there, wearing a beautiful black suit, his hair styled with gel showing his forehead and a wide proud smile. Kyungsoo acts as the officiant under an arc made of beautiful red roses and there are dim lights and candles everywhere. Jongin, Baekhyun and Tao are standing at the sides of the petals path, cute smiles on their faces as they are waiting for me.

A wedding.

This is a damn wedding.

And I am the bride.

“Before you ran away” Kris starts as he holds my hand resting on his arm to keep me in place. “Chanyeol told me to remind you about the conversation you two had on the private jet on your way back from Japan a couple of weeks ago”

*

“We haven't gotten married yet, you know?” Chanyeol asks, his thumb making circles on my hipbones. “We always say we are married but we aren't yet”

“Let's just sign the papers when we come back” I cuddle closer to him, my legs over his lap as he keeps sipping on his whiskey.

“Don't you want a fancy wedding with a princess dress, lots of flowers and guests and such?” He asks but I am quick to shake my head as I straddle his lap teasingly.

“I want to sign the papers, have a fancy dinner at that sushi place I like and cover my whole body in whipped cream so you have to eat me up” I tell him, moving my hips to rub against him.

“Why do I have to hear those things?” Baekhyun groans but I glare at him.

“I love that, the last part is like a dream come true but I want a big wedding, to show off” I roll my eyes but he chuckles, pulling me closer for a kiss. “We will find something in the middle, don't worry”

*

“This bastard” Yifan chuckles, handing me a bouquet of red roses before we walk through the path.

“Take care of my boy, Akiko” Yifan whispers as he puts his hands on top of mine. “If you want to kill him, go ahead but do not break his heart”

“Isn't it the same thing?” I ask him, my brows frown in confusion.

“You know what I mean”

Chanyeol looks nervous, the smile never leaving his face as he cannot stay still on place. I laugh, shaking my head as our gazes are locked together. Soft music is playing on the background, everything looking like it has just came out of Pinterest but I would not have wanted it any other way. Yifan lets go of me when we reach Chanyeol, giving a light kiss to my cheek before he goes back to Tao.

“You look beautiful, like an angel” I smile, feeling my cheeks blush with his words.

A wedding has never been even a part of my plans. My life has always been the clan, the yakuza, my Father, Mackenyu… I have pictured myself on the villa, growing old with Mackenyu as my right hand and ruling the dark world of Japan but my life has completely changed now. Not because the marriage because I can always get a divorce, not because I live in Korea because I can always come back home but because I am falling in love with the mafia lord.

I am not paying much attention to Kyungsoo's words. My head is spinning around hundreds of thoughts of my future, on how everything has changed in the last three months and I am not only comfortable with this but I want it.

“Nakamura Akiko” Kyungsoo calls for my name, snapping back to real world “would you…?”

“Kim Jieun” Kyungsoo frowns at the name. I do not even know why I said it aloud but my old Korean name flows out of my mouth. "That is my real name, my Korean name”

“Kim Jieun," Chanyeol's eyes are shining brightly, excitement taking over him "do you accept Park Chanyeol, the man you swore to kill, as your husband in light and darkness?"

"I do" I cannot help but laugh at the question Kyungsoo has asked me, rolling my eyes at the way Chanyeol has cracked. Kris hands me a ring, a beautiful black wedding band with embedded small diamonds on the middle. I take Chanyeol’s hand, placing it on the ring finger on his right hand.

"Park Chanyeol," Kyungsoo calls for his name "do you accept Nakamura Akiko slash Kim Jieun, the woman who has tries to kill you several times and will probably keep trying, as your wife in light and darkness"

"Of course" Baekhyun gives Chanyeol a ring as he takes my right hand. "You have changed my world, you have changed myself, and you are so beautiful and so amazing… And I love you, baby girl"

"You are so extra" I chuckle when I see the extravagant black band with a huge diamond on the middle and two smaller ones on each side. "I don't need a diamond this big"

"I do" he kisses the back of my hand, a sweet peck before he lets it go. "You deserve every cute and beautiful thing in this world"

"Kiss her before I start crying" Kyungsoo whispers, looking away.

Chanyeol pulls me closer by my waist, our bodies crashing together before he leans down to peck my lips. He kisses me slowly, not the rushed kisses we are used to. He catches my lower lip with his, giving a sweet lick before he lets go and I smile at him.

"I love you," he whispers, leaning his forehead against mine.

~~~~~

“I don't dance,” I say as I shake my hands in front of me but everyone is cheering on us. “No, no, no”

“Come on, baby, I don't dance neither but just this time, as just married” Chanyeol holds my hands, pulling me up with him and crashing me against his chest. He holds my waist as some soft music starts playing on the background. His hand is on my lower back, the other one holding mine on the side as we softly sway our bodies to the music.

“I hope you had a good time,” Chanyeol says, bringing our hands closer until they are resting in his chest. “I got the sushi for that shop you love, as you told me back there on the plane”

“It was perfect, Chanyeol” he smiles, his eyes sparkling with happiness as we keep moving to the beat, taking small steps at the time.

“Kim Jieun” he breathes. “It suits you”

“It is the name my parents gave me,” I explain as he nods. “Nakamura Akiko was given my Father”

“What should I call you then?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Wife? Wifey? Baby? Babe?” He laughs, licking his lower lip playfully. “But if you are still uncomfortable you can call me Akiko, Kunoichi, Ms. Nakamura, the most dangerous woman in the world…”

“What about the love of my life?” my cheeks blush, all the blood of my body rushing to my face with his words. His eyes are sparkling cutely, a wide smile as he looks at my red face.

“Are you confessing your love for me?” I decide to tease him a little even though I know it is going to be useless.

“I love you”

Here we go again.

My heart is about to explode with his words. I am sure Chanyeol would be able to listen if he leaned closer but probably my face is giving away what I feel right now. I lean closer, both my hands behind his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

“You two get a room!!!” Yifan playfully shouts and he breaks the kiss to laugh and flip a finger at his friend.

“Thank you, Chanyeol” I whisper, my hands around his neck as we slightly sway to the rhythm of the soft music playing on the background.

“Wait, am I really hearing you thank me?” he asks, his face in a fake shock as I laugh at him. “Why are you thanking me?”

“Because this is perfect, Chanyeol” I explain, looking around to show him what I mean. “I was so scared you would throw a huge wedding but this is perfect and you really got me by surprise”

“I know, baby girl” he nuzzles his nose on my neck, his lips brushing slightly against my neck. “I love you”

"Can I have a dance with the beautiful bride too?" Kris asks close to us. Chanyeol nods with a smile, giving a sweet peck to my lips before he steps back and the Chinese leader takes his place.

"What are you going to tell me?" I ask him as we move slowly to the beat of the music. I know what his intentions are; I know what he is going to talk about since he started the conversation before the wedding.

"You already know" he smirks, his teeth showing as he looks right into my eyes.

"Aren't you too overprotective of him?" Kris shakes his head, glancing over the rest of the males who are drinking and chatting happily on the chill out zone. "He is a mafia leader, I am sure he knows how to take care of himself"

"We both know you have him on his knees for you" I chuckle, glancing over Chanyeol a couple of times before looking back at him.

"And we both know the feelings are mutual" Kris spins me around one time before he lets go of me, a small smile on his face. "We might kill each other sooner or later but I am not breaking his heart, stupid Chinese"

"I hope so, stupid Japanese" we both laugh, hugging each other before Chanyeol taps on my shoulder to get my attention.

"Sorry but I miss my baby" I laugh at the nickname, my hands soon around his neck as he is quick to find my hips.

“Why don't we go upstairs and you show me how much you love me?” I ask him, pulling him closer by the collar of his suit.

“Remember which my favorite part of your ideal wedding was?”

Chanyeol holds me bridal style, my hands around his neck. I laugh as I hear them shouting and clapping loudly, cheering for us in many indecent ways. I start kissing his neck once we are out of sight, Chanyeol looking for the zipper of the dress. He leaves me on the floor once we reach the end of the stairs and he does not care that the dress is left behind on the corridor, he does not care someone is going to find out our clothes laying on the floor but I do not care neither.

"The lingerie looks so good on you, baby" I turn around, showing him my butt on the lace thong for a few seconds as we walk to his bedroom. "I want your whole body covered on diamonds"

"That would be really expensive" Chanyeol takes his belt off with a smirk, whipping the floor once.

"I already told you, only the best for my baby girl"

I am going to open the door but Chanyeol pulls me against it, his hand going down my body and his mouth covering mine possessively. Chanyeol turns me around, holding me by my thighs as he devours my lips. He sits on the bed with me on top straddling his lap, our lips still connected in a messy kiss.

"Take my shirt off, baby," I decide to obey as he leans back, watching me with hungry eyes. I bite my lower lip, taking my time to unbutton them. Chanyeol kirks his hips up, indicating to go faster but I want to keep teasing him.

His body belongs to the gods. Chanyeol does work out more than expected, a personal trainer comes almost every day and he follows a strict diet. I have never thought I would enjoy watching someone workout as much as I enjoy watching him. I join him most of the days but when his personal trainer is not around, I like to walk around his gym only in lingerie to provoke him. I never imagined the TRX could have that many interesting uses.

His shirt slides off his shoulders and he takes it off, throwing it around before he takes a black cloth from under the pillow. He pushes me down on the bed, hovering me as he places the cloth on top of my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I ask him as I let him knot the black satin cloth to blindfold me.

"I'm going to fuck you until you pass out" he whispers, his lips brushing on my ear.

----

“You two need to get out of the room and go back to work” Kyungsoo loud banging on the door seems not to bother Chanyeol as he keeps thrusting in, holding my head down on the pillow as he roams from behind.

“Go away!!” Chanyeol shouts, his fingers digging deeper on the skin of my hips.

I cannot move since my hands are tied behind my back and the gag on my mouth prevents me from making any sound that is not a broken moan. I can already feel the orgasm approaching as he has speed up his pace, hitting in all the right spots. Being blinded and tied feels better than expected, my body reacting to his touches in a more sensitive way than usual, stronger orgasms that leave me wasted on the bed for a couple of hours.

After three days locked up on his room having sex after the wedding, my body is sensitive and sore but that does not stop us from doing it once and again.

Chanyeol hands slides under my legs, rubbing on my clit as he feels how my end is near by the way my walls clench around him. I do not hold back my moans as I struggle under him, feeling how I am about to cry from pleasure if he keeps rubbing me like that. Chanyeol keeps going even when I fall on the bed, stomach flat on the mattress as his fingers are making wonders on my body.

“Come for me, baby girl” he whispers, his husky voice hitting the final stop for me to surrender to the pleasure.

My body shakes, tears rolling down my cheeks as muffled moans escape my lips. Chanyeol groans when he finishes inside, his huge hands probably leaving his fingerprints on my hips for a couple of days. I try to come back to reality, gaining my breath even though it is difficult with the gag on my mouth and the choker around my neck. Chanyeol unties the choker first and then the gag, allowing me to take a big breath to hold into the little consciousness on my mind right now.

“You have been such a good girl, baby” he whispers, his voice raspy from all the moaning and groaning. He unties the blindfold, kissing the tears on my cheeks as he does so. “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah” I am not sure if the words came but I close my eyes with the feeling of his huge hands petting my hair and his lips kissing every inch of skin of my face.

“Let’s get you a hot bath and I promise I am going to let you sleep for the whole day, okay?”

-----

Chanyeol smiles as he watches how wasted Akiko looks as he holds her on the bath. He is sure she is already sleeping by now but he does not want to wake her up yet since the water is still hot. The mafia lord never thought he would be as happy as he has been for the past months. He never thought he would let someone get into his heart the way he let Akiko get in but he wanted to do it, he wanted to let himself be happy for once, to fill the empty space he has always felt on his chest.

However, Akiko not only meant filling his chest but making it explode from pure love.

“Chanyeol” the said man turned around when he hears his friend’s voice in the room. “We need to talk”

“Not now, Kyungsoo” he whispers. The last thing he wants to do right now is to wake Akiko up.

“It’s serious and it concerns Akiko” the cook explains, his tone now lower than before. “Baekhyun and Jongin don’t want to tell you for now but I am sure you want to know about it”

“What is it?” Chanyeol turns his head slightly to the side to have a look of the man through the mirror, analyzing his face. He knows Kyungsoo is not joking when he sees the expression of his face so he decides the bath is finished for now. “Get me a towel for her”

“The bedsheets have been changed” Kyungsoo explains as he get the towel. “Leave her there to sleep”

Chanyeol gives one last look of the sleeping Kunoichi on his bed before he follows Kyungsoo downstairs; brushing his still wet hair with his fingers. Kyungsoo has not explained much more than the few words they exchanged on the bathroom but he does not need to know more. He checks the guns are loaded as he walks down the stairs to the living room where he finds his men guarding the living room from the foreigners. Chanyeol clear his throat as he recognizes the man sitting on the couch, sipping on whiskey that Kyungsoo has probably offered him.

“Park Chanyeol” the said man pronounces his name with a strong Japanese accent, “where is my lovely sister?”

“That’s none of your business” Chanyeol answers, taking a seat on the sofa in front of him.

Chanyeol scans the room quickly, taking as much info as he can. There are four of Matsuke’s men guarded by four of his, Jongin and Baekhyun at each side of his sofa as Kyungsoo takes the role of serving drinks to his mafia lord and the yakuza.

“What are you doing here?” Chanyeol asks in Japanese.

“I came to do business with you” Matsuke sips on his wine, answering in a poor broken Korean.

“I have no business to do with you” Chanyeol answers. He tries to calm down as he does not want to lose his temper this soon. He wants to find out as much info as he can before the other leaves.

“I know my sister is a pain in the ass for you, that she has probably tried to kill you so many times already so that’s why I’m offering you a deal” Baekhyun translates for Chanyeol. “You let me have her and we will be allies in this underworld forever”

“Why would I do that when she is the heir to your father’s empire? Having her means having the empire” Chanyeol waits for the other reaction as Baekhyun translates his words. Matsuke simply laughs, leaning his elbows on his knees as he talks looking straight into the taller’s eyes.

“Because your wife is going to die sooner or later and so the old man so you better get on well with me” Baekhyun translates. Chanyeol grits his teeth, looking at Kyungsoo for a second.

Kyungsoo has always disappeared from the house when he had his meetings, Jongin taking his place but this time he is right there. The cook has a pure soul, he should not be listening to this conversation at all but there he is standing, his horrified expression as they talk about killing the woman who has now turned into his best friend, the woman he cares like if she was his little sister.

“You are dreaming if you think you will be able to kill Akiko under my watch”

They all turn around when they hear a loud thud on the garden. Chanyeol squeezes his eyes trying to see what is going on but he suddenly realizes there is a dead body on his garden. Another one soon follows, being thrown from the balconies. Chanyeol stands up, ready to run to check what is going on but he recognizes the next body that lands on her feet on the garden. He is worried she might be hurt but he knows it is better if she lets him do right now.

Akiko is covered in blood, her katanas on hands as she walks closer, her body only covered by the white night gown Chanyeol dressed her up after the bath that now is tainted red in blood. The mafia leader smirks when he realizes how bright her eyes look right now, having her brother right there for her to kill.

“Matsuke, you are so fucking dead”

Chanyeol raises his hand enough for his guards to see. The four men quickly grab Matsuke’s men on a neck lock that keep them immobilized. Chanyeol loves seeing the psycho side his wife has when she sheds blood so he steps aside and lets her do.

“You are going to need more than two useless men to kill me, Matsuke” Baekhyun translates everything she says to Chanyeol, making him smirk proudly.

Akiko’s movements are quick, quicker than Matsuke expected so she has him on his knees, head on the coffee table in front of the sofa with one of the katanas on the back of his neck. He raises his hands on defeat, shouting her to stop in every language possible.

“So you come into my house and try to kill me, huh?” Akiko asks him in shouts. “I am not going to kill you yet, I want to do it the moment you think you are safe in the comfort of one of your hoes”

Akiko takes his hand, placing it on top of the table and she does not think twice before she slides four of his fingers off. Matsuke cries in pain, taking his now fingerless left hand with the other one. Chanyeol is shocked that she has bluntly cut his fingers like that but he has honestly seen her do worse.

“If you don’t want to die, take your pathetic fingers and leave my house right now” Akiko follows him with his katanas ready to fight. Chanyeol’s men obey her orders, realizing her brother’s men but following her out of the house to help her in case they decide to return.

“That was crazy, babe” Chanyeol holds her waist as they watch them leave, the mafia lord taking notes on how he needs to improve security from now on since vengeance is going to probably be worse after the events tonight. “Why didn’t you kill him?”

“Because I want to kill him when he least expects it, I want to kill him where he feels more comfortable” Chanyeol nods, guiding Akiko back in the house as he orders his men to clean the mess.

They both stop when they see Kyungsoo throwing up on the living room, helped by Baekhyun and Jongin as they try to calm him down. Chanyeol knew this would happen. Kyungsoo has always known what they do for a living, he is not stupid, but he has never wanted to be personally involved in anything illegal.

“Kyungsoo, you should have left” Chanyeol walks closer to the petite man, patting his back slowly as the other empties his stomach.

“When we tell you that Akiko is able to protect herself we mean it” Baekhyun adds.

Kyungsoo finally stops; coughing as he cleans himself with paper his boyfriend offers him but his eyes goes straight to the Kunoichi who is awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Chanyeol realizes the fear on Kyungsoo’s eyes when he looks at the woman who is still covered in blood and has her katanas in her hands. And he notices the effect that look as on Akiko when she drops the katanas and her breathing stops for a second.

“Akiko” Chanyeol runs to his wife, taking the katanas from the floor as he tries to get her attention but her eyes are focused on the cook, a sad expression on her face that breaks his heart. “Let’s get a shower”

“Kyungsoo, I’m sorry…” she whispers but the said man looks away, hiding behind his tall boyfriend.

“Akiko” Chanyeol decides to carry her upstairs since she is not responding to anything he says.

Chanyeol takes care of cleaning her body as she remains silent. He does not need to ask her in order to know what she is thinking right now so she lets her have her time as he washes her hair, trying to get the blood from her long locks. Kyungsoo is probably going back to normal in a couple of days but he terrified about the effects that look might have on her.

“How can you love me?” the words come out as a mere whisper but Chanyeol has clearly heard them. He looks down to find Akiko’s big orbs looking directly at him. He cannot resist the puppy eyes, how she is about to tear up a little so he holds her close, his hands on her naked hips.

“Because I love you” he answers, brushing his thumb on her pouty lower lip. “Because you are intelligent, beautiful, dangerous and a million reasons more I would spend days numbering”

“Do you think I am that dangerous?” Chanyeol nods, watching how her expression darkens a little with his answers.

“But not to me, not to Baekhyun, Jongin or Kyungsoo” he explains. “You are dangerous to the people who hurt your family and we are your family”

“Kyungsoo is now scared of me…” Akiko rests her head on Chanyeol’s chest, hugging his waist. Chanyeol kisses the top of her head, directing the hot water straight into her back as he knows it helps her calm down.

“It is the first time he sees something like it, babe, remember your first time” Akiko hums softly, her hands going under Chanyeol’s shirt to have contact with him.

Chanyeol loves how Akiko always tries to have as much as skin contact as possible, cuddling naked to sleep, sliding her hands under his clothes whenever she has a chance, touching his right arm as he drives or simply being close. He has no idea why she does that but he knows he loves that cute habit of her with his whole heart.

“We’ll talk to him tomorrow, okay?” Akiko hums again, closing her eyes as Chanyeol rubs her back. “Why don’t you let me take these wet clothes off and get you to bed to rest for the rest of the night?”

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Author’s Note: 

Sorry for taking so long to update but I have been blocked for weeks!!! Life is not easy on me for the last couple of weeks buuut don't worry, I am still trying to do my best! 

You can see how Akiko is already developing feelings and being more selfaware of herself and the life she has always carried. I wanted to show a cute fluffy side of them with the wedding but expect more sex and drama on the following chapterssss hehehehe 

This July has been so busy with the concerts, Baekhyun's solo and SeChan's debut that I feel I don't have time enough to check on everything!! please give them lots of love and stream the mvs and their albums!!!! 

Next chapter will be up on Thursday so double update this week as an apologise for the absence these past weeks... 

Thank you so much for your love and support <3 please leave comments and likes so I know if you like this fic so far hehehe