Slave Maker (5)
"As a fellow man, you get it, right? I mean, you're married to a woman this gorgeous, so of course you'd want to fuck her every day. But her reactions are just hopeless. What guy would actually like that?"
"Y-yeah."
"You get it, but that doesn't mean I forgive you. You did something you should never do to me."
"Something I shouldn't do? What're you talking about?"
"You tried to steal what's mine. Once you're divorced, go your own way. Why eye up the woman who's trying to start fresh with me?"
"Th-that... I was wrong. I won't do it again."
"I've dealt with guys like you plenty of times, so I know how it goes. You weasel out when it's bad for you, then pounce the second you see an opening. You're thinking it right now, aren't you?"
"No, I... I'm not..."
"That's why I'm gonna grind your mentality into dust so you can't even think like that anymore."
This was the real start. I gathered my energy quietly, and something welled up inside me. The only change since before was that I'd boosted my Sexual Power by 60. So this had to be... Sexual Power.
Oh Seung-ah, sitting beside me, must have sensed my shift—her breathing grew a little ragged. Her cheeks flushed, her fingers fidgeting. She'd instinctively picked up on the aura of a powerful male.
"Oh Seung-ah!"
"Y-yes?!"
I called her name suddenly, and she jumped, looking at me—then bowed her head under the weight of my presence.
"Your husband's saying he wants to get back together. Give us your clear opinion."
"Huh? I... um..."
"Tell me straight up, right here in front of me, what you're gonna do."
"Reconciliation... no, I'm not doing it."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Then what about me?"
"Pardon?"
Haah, why's he doing this? My heart's gonna explode.
"As a man, what do you think of me? You were just being nice to the seemingly harmless guy next door, right?"
"No! That's... absolutely not it."
"Then what is it? Spell it out clear if you want me to make up my mind."
I kept pressing. This direct assault was something the old me couldn't even dream of. Did ramping up Sexual Power change a person this much? Or was it the blackening?
"I'm a divorcee, though..."
"Didn't ask about that crap."
"You had no expressions during it..."
"Not with me, you didn't."
"No confidence..."
"You got no confidence leaning on me?"
She had nothing left to say, just staring at me with eyes on the verge of tears.
That's the face of someone who wants me. If I miss this chance, I'll never be Min-ho's again. I can't live without Min-ho now!
Oh Seung-ah dropped to her knees and prostrated herself. She looked up at me, her eyes brimming with raw desire for me. The aura rippling behind her was a deep, intense red, proving it all.
"I want to lean on you, Min-ho. I want to rely on you. Hold me tight. I... I can't live without you anymore!"
It was more desperate than any love confession.
"For real?"
"Yes, for real... for real!"
She crawled forward on all fours and buried her face in my lap. Blood rushed south thanks to those gravity-defying tits. Sex drive really is... mighty.
She seemed flustered by my growing bulge, so I jumped in.
"Then... can you come to me?"
"Huh?"
"Can you come to me right in front of your husband?"
Woo-jin was already dropping his pants. That bastard's timing was impeccable.
*****
"But... your junior's watching."
"He's gay, no interest in you. He just wants to watch me fuck."
I'd given him live-stream access to my session with Oh Seung-ah, so he'd have to deal.
"Still..."
"I don't repeat myself twice."
Dominating her submissive side was clearly the magic bullet. Her tail tucked right away.
— Slurp slurp, smooch slurrrp... smack...
Her face was blissed-out, drunk on pleasure. She sucked way better than in the car sex. Turning her head to lube every inch thoroughly without missing a spot—it was gorgeous.
"Mmph... mmph, mmmph!"
The husband was screaming bloody murder, so I shut his mouth. Eyes bloodshot, thrashing—only to get zapped by Woo-jin. One hand jerking off, the other wielding the stun gun like a pro. The more I watched, the more that perv fascinated me.
Haah, so delicious. I want to make Min-ho even happier. How can I satisfy him more?
How long did she suck? She pulled off with a satisfied look, then opened her national-treasure cleavage and wrapped my cock in it. A sausage nestled between tasty buns.
"You learn this from comics too?"
"Yeah. Tried last time but couldn't. I'll work hard to make you feel good, Min-ho."
— Shlorp... shluuuurp...
Marshmallow-soft flesh made my pleasure nerves dance. Just rubbing skin, yet it felt this amazing? Oh Seung-ah's tits were the ultimate cock-teaser cure.
Min-ho's feeling it more. Gotta try other stuff.
I'd become a paizuri testbed guinea pig. Now she sandwiched my cock front and back, bending to lick the head. A shiver shot up my spine, toes curling.
But... has my dick always been this long?
I'd read some sex column online once. Said proper titty-fuck fellatio needed a length of two fists, over 15cm. I'm above average, but not quite—yet Oh Seung-ah was licking the tip effortlessly.
Sexual Power make it longer?
The status window only detailed handling lust beyond that, no Sexual Power specifics. But doubling it made things down there feel heavier. Size and girth must've changed.
— Lick lick, sluuuurp... smooch...
Haah, Min-ho's gotten even thicker. Imagination? No way. Min-ho's is the prettiest in the world. And... it's mine. Never letting go.
The husband had gone quiet, so I glanced over. Face ashen, body trembling. Too shocked to react. He'd never seen this expression on his wife of over three years.
Oh Seung-ah was gazing at me with pure affection, working to please me, getting aroused right alongside. Her husband's face said it all: Why not show me that? Why get horny only for him? Why look at him with such loving eyes?!
Time to pulverize his mentality.
*****
"Haah, Min-ho... should I get on top?"
Can't hold back anymore. Min-ho, quick... pleaseee.
"No, lie on the bed."
Time to do a proper mating press, not just mimicking with Yu-jin on the sunbed. On a bed, I could dominate completely. Could her live-in wife stay sane watching her submit and pant to another man's cock? He'd been so cocky earlier—let's see him endure.
Mating press meant squatting insertion from above, pussy aimed at the ceiling. Looking down, her spread-open view was obscenely clear. I lifted Oh Seung-ah's legs, hips mashed tight. Her inner labia gaped invitingly. Just like her slim, sexy lips—glistening wet, waiting for my cock. Pure filth.
Haaah, kinda embarrassing. But Min-ho staring at my pussy like that... so sexy. Hurry and thrust in.
I started pumping like a hydraulic press slamming down. The husband lost it as penetration began, but Woo-jin subdued him quick.
— Squish squish, tsuk tsuk, plunge plunge, slap smack!
"Ha-ut, haaang... haauuuk. Mi-Min-hooo... deep, so deeeep. Kyaaang... hngh, aaauuk!"
She unleashed scorching moans in full bitch-heat. No trace of the dead-fish wife. Her husband watched, tears of blood streaming. This position fed pure conquest lust—you hug from above, pistoning; she could do nothing but take it. Maximum restraint fuck.
— Tsuk tsuk, splat splat, squelch smack!
"Hauuk, hiiik... hngh. Good, so gooood. Min-ho, Min-hooo... keep, plunge plunge keep thrusting... aaahhh!"
Humiliated pose on the bed, getting railed; man above, lost in dominance, pounding mercilessly; another man writhing in loss nearby; perv panting and jerking hard. Total chaos.
I lifted Oh Seung-ah onto me. Slim arms wrapped my neck, sucking hard, leaving kiss marks.
Hehe... marked him. Min-ho's mine now. Or am I his?
Her cute thoughts melted my heart fuzzy, but master-slave time. Status urged enslavement, no hints beyond keywords. No keyword usage guide on touch. Items got details, though. So I figured: dominate with sex. Like multi-orgasming Yu-jin—make her beg to stop. She'd accept any judgment then.
Slow hip rolls, sucking her plump tits. Warm-up time.