My Bride Cheats with Our Pet Serpent

My wife, Yasmin Lowe, prepared lavish gifts for our wedding, and she treated my parents really well.

After marrying me, she replaced all the furniture with brand-new pieces and even bought a bigger terrarium for our pet snake.

It was big enough to fit a person inside.

My neighbor had been saying that I was truly blessed and that I had a good wife.

My mom, Susan York, would always say with a smile, "She cares about your pet because she loves you. She's taking such good care of your pet, so I think she'll also treat you well."

Before I was reborn, I firmly believed it and thought I was very lucky. As such, I wasn't really bothered when Yasmin resisted me in bed, even when I spotted some mysterious mucus in the terrarium.

Everything was fine until she went on a business trip for two days. The snake changed drastically and kept lashing its tail against the glass.

My parents went closer to it. It started flicking its tongue, raising its tail, and flashing its genitals at Mom. Then, a foul, fishy stench filled the air, and there was even a smear of mucus.

My parents couldn't help blushing. My dad, Jason Wood, pulled me aside and reminded me jokingly, "You and Yasmin had better control yourselves. Even your pet has picked up your bad habits."

A chill ran through my heart. Yasmin and I had never been intimate before.

Mom thought of taking the snake to a vet. As soon as she opened the terrarium, the snake swiftly crawled up her arm. It instantly crawled over Mom's back and toward her pants. Terrified, Mom broke down in tears.

Dad quickly threw it back into the terrarium. Left unsatisfied, the snake bit Dad.

"Why would a snake think of having sex with a human?" Dad shouted. Enraged, he had the snake euthanized.

…

Yasmin came back from the business trip and went into the room after knowing the snake had been euthanized.

Before Mom could react, Yasmin severed her head with a chainsaw and boiled it in a pot.

She kept stabbing me, leaving me in unbearable pain.

I cried as I spat out blood. "Why? I'm your husband!"

She forced Dad to eat what was in the pot, and she went on to chop my limbs off.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You guys killed my husband! I'm going to send all of you to hell with him!" she bellowed.

Only then did I understand why she would take care of the snake. What she loved was the snake.

My parents and I were tormented to death by her.

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When I returned to the night of our wedding, I felt the urge to tear her to pieces. Suddenly, an idea crossed my mind, and I came up with a more vicious idea.

Yasmin, who pretended to be asleep, called my name. When I didn't react, she lifted the blanket and secretly went to the living room.

After a moment, I heard the sound of human skin rubbing against the glass, accompanied by Yasmin's moan of pleasure, and it disgusted me.

I cracked the door open and saw Yasmin holding the snake and murmuring intimate words under the moonlight.

The snake was excited as it wrapped around Yasmin's waist, flicking its tongue and trembling slightly. Even after they were done, the snake remained aroused and kept seducing Yasmin.

Yasmin's cheeks were rosy, her eyes full of affection. It was as if they were a real couple and could only meet each other at night because of me.

I flew into a rage and kicked the door open.