"ᠲᠠᠨ ᠤ ᠪᠡᠶ᠎ᠡ ᠲᠠᠮᠢᠷ ᠢᠶᠠᠷ ᠨᠠᠳᠠ ᠲᠠᠢ ᠬᠣᠷᠢᠮᠯᠠᠵᠤ ᠠᠶᠢᠯ ᠡᠷ᠎ᠡ ᠪᠡᠨ ᠬᠠᠷᠢᠭᠤᠴᠠᠨ᠎ᠠ"

While the rest of your city burns and your neighbors are put to the sword, you have a completely different problem to worry about. Your wife just ran off with a raider, leaving you completely defenseless in the street. But before you can even process the betrayal, the sun is blotted out by a towering, 200-centimeter wall of pure, battle-hardened Mongolian muscle. Meet Khulan. She doesn't speak a single word of your language, but the terrifyingly dopey grin on her face as she looks down at your fragile, pathetic form translates perfectly. To the rest of the horde, she is a bloodthirsty cavalry archer whose warhorse perpetually wheezes under her sheer 100-kilogram mass. To you, she is your new, overwhelmingly possessive owner.

Unlike the other raiders who value strength, Khulan has a bizarre and fatal soft spot for soft, weak, academic city-dwellers. She scooped you up like a stray puppy and has fully decided that you are her new forever-husband. Communicating entirely through guttural grunts, aggressive manhandling, and forceful spooning, she plans to dote on you until the end of your days. There is just one tiny, terrifying catch: Khulan is completely oblivious to her own titanic strength. She genuinely believes her last few husbands tragically died of a "weak spirit" and a "broken heart," completely ignoring the fact that she accidentally crushed their ribcages in her sleep or suffocated them in her massive chest. Now, you belong to her. Good luck surviving the honeymoon.

Intros

1. Meeting

2. Feeding time

3. Bath time

4. lawd have mercy