The Brutal Assault
“See, it feels good, doesn’t it, Yoo-ri?”
“Haa, haa, haa.”
“Your pussy’s flooding like a damn river, hahaha.”
At the man’s words, his wife’s face flushed red.
“Alright, I’ll open you up nice and wide, Yoo-ri.”
The man pulled down his pants. His sturdy hips came into view right in front of her. As she glared at him with ragged breaths, her eyes drifted downward and widened slightly. Staring in shock at his grotesque cock, she quickly turned her head away.
“What? Getting excited? You filthy bitch.”
The man spat out curses and grabbed her by the hair. With her head yanked back, she glared at him again. He twisted her hair in his fist and pulled her toward him. Wincing in pain, she once more offered her lips to the man.
He sucked on her lips, shoved his tongue inside, and let his thick hand slip under her T-shirt.
“Hup.”
When his large hand roughly squeezed her elastic breasts, she let out a sharp breath through her nose. Gripping her hair tighter, he tilted her head back and licked her pale, beautiful neck.
“Ha, this fucking bitch. To think I finally get to taste such a voluptuous body, tch, tch.”
“Hngh, hngh, ugh.”
Every time his rough hands kneaded her breasts, she let out sounds that could have been pain or pleasure through tightly pressed lips.
“How is it? Feels good, Yoo-ri?”
The man grinned while crushing her breasts in his grip.
“Not talking? Yoo-ri.”
His hands squeezed even harder. She kept her lips sealed.
“No need to hold back, Yoo-ri. Heh, whoa, these tits are insane, seriously killing me.”
Her T-shirt was pushed up, her bra yanked down. Her full, firm breasts spilled out, bouncing heavily. Red handprints marred the pale, elastic flesh.
“Whoa, you fucking bitch. Nothing about you is ordinary. With tits like these swinging around, how many guys have you fucked behind your husband’s back, huh? Damn, these are some premium tits—heavy, tight, fucking perfect.”
He cupped them from below, giving them playful slaps as if appraising them.
“Well then, time to taste our Yoo-ri’s tits, heh heh.”
He opened his mouth wide and bit down on one breast. She reacted especially violently when her nipples were sucked. They were her weakest spot. His tongue was surely tormenting them without rest. Her mouth opened silently in a wide O. Her body twisted as if in agony—or perhaps overwhelming pleasure.
The man lifted his head after alternating between sucking and kneading both breasts.
“Phew, these are killer. Haven’t had tits this delicious in ages. Heh, now that I’ve marked you, you’re my personal fucktoy, got it?”
She bit her lip and turned her head away.
“Fucking bitch. Yeah, that’s the spirit. Makes it more fun to break you in. No matter how much you act up, it won’t last. Once you taste this cock, you’ll be begging for more, heh.”
He adjusted his position, slid his fingers inside to check, then licked them clean.
“Whoa, you dirty slut. Sucking on your tits made you gush even more. Let’s see how good this pussy really is. I’m gonna turn it into a sloppy mess today. Let’s see if you can still keep that face while getting impaled on my cock.”
He grabbed her slender ankles and spread her legs wide.
“Your pussy’s honest, though. I haven’t even put the head in and it’s already drooling. Heh, you’ve never had a cock like mine before. This is what a real man’s dick feels like. From now on, only take mine, you whore.”
His hips twitched, then thrust forward.
“Haak!”
She screamed sharply and twisted her waist. He pinned her hips down with both hands.
“Ah, fuck, it’s so tight. The head won’t even go in. Stay still. It’s always like this at first. Once the head’s in, you’ll be panting like a bitch in heat. Ngh.”
“Aah, it hurts, you bastard!”
“Haha, listen to this bitch throwing a tantrum. Can’t you stay still? With how tight you are, your husband’s cock must be pathetic too. Heh, tch.”
He kept grumbling while spitting generously onto her pussy.
“Stay still, or I’ll turn you into a total cumrag, heh.”
She struggled with all her strength, but his overwhelming power kept her pinned.
His hips twitched again, ready to push inside.
“Hey, you fucking bastard, seriously—”
At that moment, a sharp female voice came from behind me. The man flinched and turned his head, locking eyes with me. His expression froze. A woman dashed past me like lightning. It was Mei.
“You bastard, still haven’t fixed that habit? Come here, let’s die together, you piece of shit!”
“Ah, ah, it’s not, it’s not like that.”
Mei grabbed him by the collar. He stood there helplessly with his grotesque cock still exposed. It really did look like a demon’s club—thick as a child’s arm and ridiculously long.
I ran over too, fixed Yoo-ri’s clothes, and lifted her down from the rock.
“Honey, sob, sob.”
She clung tightly to me and cried. The man hurriedly pulled up his pants while Mei shook him by the collar, his large body swaying.
“Ah, it’s, Su-heon’s sister, it’s not what you think, wait, listen to me—”
He stammered, trying to explain to me, but I was just as flustered. Mei must have seen everything from behind. There’s no way she didn’t. My mind was in chaos. I lashed out harder, desperate to escape the situation.
“Enough, you bastard. I always knew you were this kind of scum, you fucking dog.”
“No, Su-heon’s sister, I, I was drunk, I’m sorry, really sorry.”
“Save it, bastard. Scum like you belongs rotting in a cell, you piece of shit.”
He probably thought Mei and I had come looking for them together.
“Sister, I’m sorry, let’s talk later, ah, ow!”
“Talk at the police station, you disgusting bastard.”
Mei, still gripping his collar, turned to look at me. The corner of her mouth curled into a faint, unreadable smile. It wasn’t mockery. I stared at her lips. My breath caught. She met my eyes for a moment, then glanced at Yoo-ri crying in my arms. Her expression hardened with anger as she shook the man again.
“You’re dead today. Come on, we’re leaving now.”
Even as he was dragged away, the man kept babbling. I held Yoo-ri tightly in my arms. She continued sobbing against my chest. A crushing wave of guilt washed over me. If Mei hadn’t shown up, that grotesque cock would have torn into her and ruined her. I had wanted to see it happen. In that moment, I despised myself.
Dawn light began to illuminate the area around the villa.
“I’m sorry, honey.”
Yoo-ri apologized to me. I couldn’t say a word. What right did I have? “I’m sorry, honey, for marrying a man like me.” I carried her inside. She said she wanted to shower and went into the bathroom. I lit another cigarette.
When morning comes, maybe I should see a psychiatrist. My mind feels more twisted by the day. In the past, I would have charged in without hesitation and punched the guy. But after being tempted by my brother-in-law and taking Yoo-mi, and secretly watching her, my hidden perverted desires had started to surface. I had gotten hard watching my wife get raped. For a moment, I had even hoped the man would violate her more cruelly. Could I ever go back to who I was? At that moment, another woman’s face rose in my mind—Mei’s smile. Everything tangled together in my head.
Yoo-ri stepped out of the bathroom completely naked. Her milky, sensual body looked beautiful in the morning sunlight. She walked toward me. Her graceful neckline, full and perfect breasts, slim waist, and firm thighs—all bore dark red marks from the man’s rough groping and sucking.
“Am I… dirty?”
“No. You’re beautiful.”
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. That bastard is the one who should be sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, honey.”
“Honey, earlier…”
“Yeah?”
“No, nothing.”
Her eyes wavered for a moment as if hesitating, then she closed her mouth.
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I…”
“……”
She seemed to have more to say but swallowed it back. What was she trying to tell me? I didn’t want to hear it. A bad feeling wrapped around me.
“Come here, honey.”
She stepped into my arms.
“Honey, hold me.”
“Yoo-ri.”
Without a word, I caressed her entire body carefully, trying to erase the man’s traces. I sucked hard on the kiss marks he had left on her full breasts.
“Ah, honey.”
“Honey.”
My cock slid deep inside her. We clung to each other desperately. She found my lips and tangled her tongue with mine. Tears welled in her tightly shut eyes.
“I love you, honey.”
“I love you too.”
As the sun began to rise, we engraved each other onto our hearts once more.