If You Don't Shut Up, I'll Bite Your Dick Off

"Take it out."

Was the S-cup too much? I never expected her to tell me to whip it out right away…

I put my hand on my belt.

My fingers were shaking.

Su-jeong's gaze was locked right on my cock.

I undid the belt and pulled down my zipper.

"That's enough, you fucking idiot."

Su-jeong stood up from the sofa and walked straight into the bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room.

A voice from the ceiling, and the lights shifted to a faint red glow.

I couldn't tell if the red lighting was supposed to be sexy or terrifying. It just made me think of a butcher shop from a horror movie.

A laugh slipped out of me, thin and involuntary.

I sat there blankly under that glow for a while, then logged into the Birth Control Bureau system.

The screen displayed the Special Population Management Act, the National Grade System, and the benefits that came with each rank.

I…

I was going to become one of those S-grades, of which there were fewer than ten in all of South Korea. I was a model specimen of seed.

An S-grade cock couldn't spend its first wedding night alone on the sofa.

I opened the bedroom door Su-jeong had gone through.

"What."

One low word and I shut the door again without thinking.

Fuck. What am I supposed to do if she just comes out with that?

I still didn't have the guts to go back in. The atmosphere was fucking intense. Not exactly terrifying — more the kind that crushes a person without saying a word.

I lay on the sofa and stared at the ceiling.

Is this what marriage is?

But… she really is beautiful…

Thinking about it, all we'd done today was meet eyes a few times and exchange a handful of words. That was it.

I was spending the first night of my first marriage on the sofa. And surprisingly, it wasn't bad. If I'd forced something… it would've been a disaster.

I closed my eyes.

My wife. She's really pretty.

That was the last thought before sleep took me, and even in the dream her black pubic hair flickered right in front of my eyes.

The next morning the alarm never rang. In state-assigned housing the wake-up lighting adjusts itself. My eyelids gradually brightened with the ceiling lights.

I opened my eyes.

And… Jeong Su-jeong was standing right in front of me.

Fresh from the shower, wearing nothing but a white T-shirt, she was towel-drying her wet hair. Bare legs stretched long beneath the hem.

"Do you jerk off every day?"

I sat bolt upright on the sofa. No greeting. No good morning. Su-jeong's eyes were dry, and her tone was even drier.

"Yeah. Should I stop?"

"Why the hell are you asking me?"

Only I felt awkward as the seconds ticked by. This woman treated my existence like a shadow.

"I'm going to the mart."

Beep. After that short toss of words the front door opened.

"Hey. I'm coming with you."

I threw on a jumper and scrambled after her, only to catch my foot on the threshold and go sprawling.

"Ah… fuck. That fucking hurts."

"Idiot."

One short word tossed at me while I rubbed my knee. Just… pure Jeong Su-jeong.

The state provided basic necessities, but they were never enough. We were a D-grade couple, after all.

A state-run essentials mart where you could spend government-issued points. Every D-grade adult got 500,000 points a month. Points alone never stretched far, but as a brand-new D-grade I was still a little excited about my first allotment.

I picked out a T-shirt. Light green.

"How's this?"

"Looks fucking stupid."

Su-jeong didn't even glance at it.

"Then this?"

I held up a black dress shirt. Only then did she give it a sideways look.

"Does that size even fit you?"

"It's yours…"

"Why?"

"Because I'm your husband."

"Ha…"

Her eyes flickered, just slightly.

"I'll give you some advice. You can stick your dick in, but don't give your heart. We're splitting up in a month anyway."

With that she headed for the register. I followed with the black dress shirt.

While I was paying for the shirt and my own essentials, she finished her checkout without waiting and walked out of the mart. I finished paying and stepped outside after her, plastic bag dangling from my hand.

The moment I pushed through the doors, some guy was yelling at Su-jeong.

"Hey. You step on someone's foot, you fucking apologize."

"For what. I didn't step on you."

"This bitch… you crazy?"

"You're not apologizing?"

"Me?"

"You fucking cunt…"

Crack—

The sound came instantly. No time to think. Su-jeong's face snapped to the side. Her hair whipped once.

One Marigold Badge on the man's chest. Just one. But that was enough.

The surroundings went quiet. A C-grade Marigold appearing in a D-grade dense neighborhood. Everyone was watching. No one moved.

Su-jeong turned her head back. The slapped side was red. But her face held no expression.

"Fuck."

The man laughed.

"Fuck?"

His hand rose again.

"Hey!!"

I shouted. My own voice startled me. I charged the guy. My fist went first. I just swung. His glasses hit the ground.

"D-grade bastard gone crazy. Who the fuck are you to stick your nose in?"

"This woman… is my wife."

"You fucking idiot. A D-grade with a wife? If you can't knock her up you just pass her around every month, right?"

"Maybe next month I'll pick that bitch as my wife? C-grades get to choose women, you know?"

"You… son of a bitch."

I pulled a beer bottle from the mart bag.

"Ha. No fear at all, huh. See that CCTV over there?"

The bastard took a step back, sneering.

"Yeah. I see it. I'll kill you and go to prison. So what."

I hadn't thought about prison when I said it. It just came out. I raised the beer bottle. He edged backward.

"Hey. It's all on camera. You're dead."

"You'll die first."

I took a step forward. He kept backing up and fell. I closed another step.

"You piece of shit who only hits women."

"Crazy little bastard… just you wait."

He left those words and spun around and ran.

Ha. Fuck. He was definitely going to report this… Once he was gone the fear hit. But I didn't regret it. A man protects his woman.

Su-jeong started walking first.

"Let's go."

I followed in silence. The beer bottle was still in my hand. First time I'd ever hit anyone, and I'd even grabbed a bottle. The hand holding it trembled hard.

She took my shaking hand. The trembling eased. Her hand was soft.

"Give it."

"Huh?"

"The bottle."

I loosened my grip and she took the beer bottle and dropped it into her own plastic bag. We walked without speaking. A red handprint showed on her cheek.

"You're fucked. Why'd you step in?"

"She's my woman."

"What?"

"My wife."

Silence settled again for a moment.

"So I had a husband, huh."

"Huh?"

"Not just a marriage assignee…"

She paused briefly.

"A husband."

The voice was almost too quiet to catch.

Evening.

I couldn't get a word out.

One black dress shirt. That was all Jeong Su-jeong was wearing as she moved around the living room. The shirt I'd been holding at the mart. The one I'd said was hers because I was her husband and I was buying it for her.

It was too big. The shoulder line hung way down; the sleeves covered the backs of her hands. The length… fell to mid-thigh.

But that only ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠made it look stranger. Sexier.

I froze solid.

"You wore that?"

Su-jeong shot me a glance.

"Shut up. I only put it on because it'd be a waste to throw it away."

She opened the fridge, took out a water bottle, twisted the cap, and drank. Every little motion snagged my attention for no good reason. I tried to look away and ended up looking back. Not looking felt weirder.

"…It looks good on you."

"Shut your mouth."

Su-jeong set the bottle down and walked toward the sofa. She passed right in front of me and stopped for the briefest second.

And—

"What."

"Huh?"

"You keep staring."

Words stuck in my throat.

"It's too sexy… it'd be weirder not to look."

Su-jeong let out a short snort of a laugh.

"Fine. Look."

My heart dropped hard. She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, leaned back, and tilted her head a little. Her gaze stayed locked on me.

It was a little scary, but I looked. Hard. I'd been given permission, and I was fucking turned on.

"But—"

I swallowed.

"Don't jerk off behind my back."

"Why?"

"I need to get pregnant. You jerk off and I'll rip your dick off."

"Yes…"

The answer came out on reflex. Whoa. She said she'd rip my dick off. My voice trembled a little on the "yes."

"Remember the national system?"

"Yeah."

"If I don't get pregnant you stay D-grade forever, and I have to live wondering what kind of pervert bastard I'll get stuck with next."

"So get your dick hard."

"Now?"

"When else? Need an administrative order?"

Su-jeong sat on the sofa with her legs spread. Her panties were already pushed aside. Between them her pussy showed, glistening wet.

I was already moving forward on my own. My head was blank; my body ran on autopilot.

"What are you doing."

Before the words even finished falling I was on my knees in front of her. I took my cock out. It was already rock hard. Tension or anticipation — whatever it was flooded in, and my cock was pounding harder than my heart.

She neither flinched nor looked surprised. She just stared straight at my cock.

"Did all your genes dump into your dick?"

"Huh?"

She glanced at my face, then dropped her eyes back to my cock.

"Fuck, that's gonna hurt like hell."

I couldn't tell if it was a compliment or an insult. So why did it feel good?

I carefully set my hand on the inside of her thigh. Soft. The moment the springy inner thigh met my palm, heat surged up. She was soaked. I brushed the tip of a finger lightly and the wetness clung to my fingertip. My fingers trembled. The entrance of her pussy was slightly parted, and the juices that had spilled from it had spread along her inner thighs.

"Here… it's soft and wet."

"You fucking chatterbox."

Cold tone. But a faint smile brushed the corner of her mouth.

"Want me to suck it?"

"Really?"

Instead of answering, Su-jeong lifted her chin a little. She looked up at me. Between slightly parted lips her pink tongue slowly emerged. She licked the tip of my cock once, then took it in.

Warm. Filthy. Enough to make me forget how to breathe. Every time her tongue slowly circled the head, a jolt ran up my spine. Strength left my knees. That single sensation melted my whole body.

Su-jeong's eyes looking up at me were clear and beautiful.

"You're really pretty right now."

"If you don't shut up, I'll bite your dick off?"