User blog:Ore-samma/My Jiangshi





 I sighed, looking at my wife as she hemmed and hawed, trying to arrange our house in whatever vision of perfection she had in mind.



 “You’re being ridiculous, you know.” I said with a chuckle as her joints continued to stiffen, causing her to almost drop one of her potted flowers.



 “Oooh! Mark, stop it! This is hard enough without you stiffing me!” Jiyan huffed, she seemed startled from using the word ‘stiff’ as she often accidentally would, when she had gone too long without sex.

 “Speaking of stiff-” I said as i grabbed a pillow.



 Jiyan whirled around and held up her finger- she was not in the mood for ‘stiff’ jokes.



 I sighed, she would come around, maybe in ten minutes as her stiffness would only settle in faster now that I pointed it out. She took her stiffness as a weakness, an ever-reminding sign that she was ‘not-fully-human’ and it irked her to no end.



 Ah, my cute Jiyan is a Jiangshi, an undead mamono, known for their high intelligence and potent magic powers.



 “-Oh! Oh no!” Jiyan cried out as she dropped her favorite potted flower. Thankfully I was already prepared and threw the pillow, saving her beloved Passion Flower arrangement.

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