Slave Maker (4): Shattering the Ex-Husband
"Yeah, just stay quiet. We're not exactly strangers anymore, so why the fuss?"
"Mmph... mmph..."
"I must've been crazy to turn down a body like this... Just endure the reactions."
"Hngh... mmph, mmph...!"
"You haven't had it in a while either. I'll take good care of you."
"Mmph, mmph..."
"I don't get what you saw in that pig..."
"Seung-ah!"
I punched in the door lock code and flung the door open. Her eyes widened at the sight of me bursting in, tears welling up instantly. She struggled to break free, but a slap silenced her.
"You, you bastard! How the hell did you get here?"
"Is that really the important part right now?"
His face went blank at my sudden appearance, then twisted back into that of a vicious prick.
"Who the fuck are you to butt into our marriage? Stalker?"
"They calling rape 'marital relations' these days? Divorced your ass and now you're clinging and raping her?"
"We're getting back together, so fuck off if it's none of your business."
She shook her head desperately from the bed, unable to move. Her pleading eyes screamed at me not to believe him.
"I'll hear it straight from Seung-ah, so you get lost. Or should I make you?"
As I closed in, he sensed the threat instinctively and climbed down from the bed. First objective achieved: separating him from Oh Seung-ah.
"Last time you looked like total dickbait. Been hitting the gym?"
He smirked and approached. He figured he could handle me easily. I had to hold out as long as possible. Like before, he swung first—I dodged and lunged for his chest. Planned to shove him into the bathroom and lock the door, but the bastard was no pushover. He slammed my back from above, sending me sprawling, then kicked relentlessly. Pushed back to the kitchen end, my escape cut off. No choice—I curled up tight, minimizing the impacts. After enduring the barrage of punches and kicks, he panted, exhausted. The pain in my casted area wasn't too bad, thank god.
"Hah, hah... Tough little shit. Can't fight for shit, so why pick a fight? You that into Seung-ah?"
"And if I am?"
He didn't like the answer and kicked me again. Then, like a lightbulb went off, he grinned at me. A devilish smile.
"You don't know what face she makes when she clings to me, do you? If you did, you wouldn't be so attached."
What the hell was this fucker planning?
"Watch closely from now on. Special show just for you. Starting now, Seung-ah..."
He didn't finish. A flash from the side, his body convulsing, and he crumpled.
"Fuck, told you to hurry. Shows up after I take all the hits."
"Ditched the car and ran up. If he's gone, it's on you, bro."
Woo-jin grinned, waving the stun gun.
*****
Woo-jin was originally supposed to come over today. With the cast off, Oh Seung-ah would be begging for sex, perfect to wrap up the final quest round. I'd promised him a spot in the closet to jerk off while we did it. Fair trade since he helped with the car sex, so I called from the hospital. But then I learned the husband had shown up. I urgently called Woo-jin—I needed backup while I kept the guy busy.
"Where you at?"
'Uh, officetel front intersection. Waiting at the light.'
Luckily close. Quick rundown of the situation, told him I'd leave the stun gun at my door—grab it on the way up and hit Seung-ah's place. If I distracted him, Woo-jin could zap from behind for sure. I stalled as long as I could; he arrived just in time.
Together, we hogtied the husband bastard with bike chains from my place around the table leg. Any resistance, zap him again. Freed Oh Seung-ah from the bed, tear-streaked. The ropes barely off, she threw herself into my arms, sobbing bitterly. I'd thought it before, but damn, she cries in such a sexy way. Why the hell was I getting hard in this mess?
"Hngh, hng... Sorry, I'm so sorry. Min-ho got hurt again because of me..."
"Not your fault, Seung-ah. Stop crying. How could you handle some guy barging in?"
"But, buuut..."
Min-ho got hurt again because of me. What if he hates me now? I can't live without him anymore.
Oh Seung-ah's face was messed up too—both cheeks swollen, lip split with a scab.
"But who's that?"
"My junior. Figured I couldn't handle it alone, called him in a pinch."
She bowed to Woo-jin. He gave an awkward smile and greeted back.
"Bro, what do with this fucker? Bury him? I know guys good at that."
She flinched, then relaxed. Like she'd steeled herself.
"What do you want to do with him, Seung-ah?"
"He's nothing to me now. You're the victim, Min-ho—so up to you."
"He was yapping about getting back together..."
"I'd die first. I'm never going back to that man!"
She looked at me, eyes begging me to claim her. Of course I would—as my slave. Calling the cops or having Woo-jin bury him? Nah. I needed to crush his spirit, turn him into a wreck. He still clung to her, so I'd use that.
Pulled Woo-jin aside.
"Real fun starts when he wakes. Keep the stun gun ready—zap if he resists hard."
"Easy enough. What's the plan?"
"Gonna fuck Oh Seung-ah right in front of him."
"Whoa, netorare play?"
"Gotta go that far to break his mind."
"She'll go for it?"
"Leave that to me."
"Man, you're ruthless. Did the same to me."
"Who was it that thanked me once he figured out his kink?"
"That's why I'm sticking by you, bro. Can I jerk watching?"
"Knock yourself out. But I'll say some shit to avoid misunderstandings with her, so just listen quietly."
"No skin off my back. Not my girl anyway."
Chat done, opened status. Dumped 60 of 90 available points into Sexual Power.
Jumped from 65 to 125. More than double Oh Seung-ah's lust. Thought it just matched targets before, but nah—it's straight-up male confidence, virility. Lagged behind with Ah-young and Yu-jin at lower levels, but at 65, Oh Seung-ah was one-sided. Her lust was low, but two rounds satisfied her fully, tilting her heart to me—even casted up. Expression Con helped arouse, but satisfying her? Pure my power. Boosted Sexual Power. Doubled it now. Need 140+ for Yu-jin anyway, so investing. Sex now, she'll be satisfied to the max... then attempt enslavement like status said. If right, clear both quests today.
*****
Still out cold, so splashed water.
"Pwah! W-what?!"
"Quit sleeping and wake up."
Still dazed, he looked around, eyes locking on me.
"Huh? W-what the fuck? Untie me, you bastard!"
"Don't yell. Woo-jin."
"Yeah, bro."
Woo-jin flicked the stun gun switch.
"You're soaked right now. Wonder what that does? Heart might just stop."
My evil grin shifted his expression. Soaked electrocution? No expert needed to know it's bad.
"D-don't. I was wrong. Won't happen again. Please!"
"How do I believe that?"
"Untie me, I swear I won't show near Seung-ah again. For real. Won't come near here."
"After all that 'reuniting' bullshit? Give up that easy?"
"Who wouldn't when death's on the line? Save me, please!"
Old me might've let go. Then get backstabbed later. Bastards like him pounce at any advantage. Time to break his will completely.
"You asked what face Seung-ah makes clinging to you?"
"Y-yeah. So what...?"
"I know that face."
"What?"
"That's why you divorced, right? Called you a log."
"How do you...?"
"Answer only. That why you divorced?"
He swallowed, spilling bit by bit. Started with lost confidence, led to ED, took it out on her. His issues, sure—but doesn't justify cheating and abuse. Couldn't hack it? Divorce early. Cheating and violence? Bullshit.