Taming #4 - The Husband's Shirt
The Doctor’s voice drifted through the haze of sleep.
“Jihyeok. Jihyeok.”
“Mmm… what…”
“Wake up. Let’s have breakfast.”
“Breakfast…?”
When I opened my eyes and saw the Doctor standing there with her hair neatly tied up, I slowly pushed myself upright. The soft blanket slid down, baring my upper body. She turned her head away slightly, as if embarrassed.
I gazed at her through still-sleepy eyes, then grabbed her arm and pulled her back down with me.
“Ah…!”
She tumbled weakly on top of me. A faint smile curved her lips.
I gave her an affectionate kiss, then asked, “Did you make breakfast?”
“Yeah…”
“What is it?”
“Salad and omelette…”
“Have you eaten, sis?”
“No. I wanted to eat with you… Kyaa!”
A coquettish little scream escaped her as I wrapped my legs around her waist and rolled us over, switching our positions. From above, I planted slow, sticky kisses along her neck and collarbone before sliding out of bed and heading for the kitchen.
On the table, a perfectly cooked omelette topped with savory meat steamed invitingly, practically begging me to dig in. I sat down and picked up a fork. By then the Doctor had pinned her hair back up and taken the seat across from me, her face flushed with shy embarrassment.
“Want chopsticks? Or a spoon?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll use the fork. Thanks for the meal.”
“Eat plenty.”
I sliced into the omelette, brought a piece to my mouth, and savored it slowly. After nodding a couple of times, I gave my verdict.
“It’s delicious.”
With someone like the Doctor, straightforward praise without any flowery embellishment worked best. Just as I expected, her face brightened and she let out a relieved sigh.
“Really? That’s a relief…”
I looked at her with open affection, then silently cleaned my plate. When she began picking half-heartedly at her salad, I asked, “Why aren’t you eating? There’s still so much left.”
“I just… don’t have much of an appetite.”
No appetite, my ass. She had glanced at me dozens of times while I was eating. She’d been too busy reading my mood to eat properly.
“Force it down if you have to. You worked hard yesterday.”
“Ah… okay…”
I waited in silence until she had finished every bite of her omelette. After a long while, she set her empty plate down, gave an awkward smile, and patted her stomach.
“I really need to lose some weight…”
“Breakfast should be hearty. All done?”
“Yeah.”
I stood, scraped the remaining salad into my mouth, ushered her back to the bedroom, and set the dishes in the sink. She had left the master bathroom door open and was brushing her teeth. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her neck.
“Kek! Cough!”
Startled, she coughed. Toothpaste foam sprayed from her mouth and dotted the mirror. I grinned, pressed my face against the nape of her neck, and inhaled deeply.
“Where’s my toothbrush?”
Without a word she pointed to the cup holder. The bristles stood stiff and straight—a brand-new one. I held it out; she squeezed toothpaste onto it for me. Her face had been red the entire time. This whole situation was both mortifying and thrilling for her.
Creating the fresh, newlywed atmosphere was crucial. So far, everything was going perfectly. I brushed my teeth with a light heart.
After rinsing thoroughly, I heard the distant sound of running water. She must have slipped out to do the dishes. I quietly opened the closet. In the corner lay a neatly folded, well-worn navy blue t-shirt. I smirked.
This was definitely her dead husband’s. I remembered her taking it out sometimes just to hold while she slept. I put it on without hesitation. The small size hugged me tightly. It didn’t look great, but that wasn’t the point.
When I stepped into the living room, I saw her from behind, washing dishes. I called out.
“Noona.”
“Hm? What?”
The moment she turned, her face froze. I leisurely drank in every shift of her expression.
First came anger—fury at me for daring to wear her precious keepsake without permission. Then longing. She was projecting her husband Edward’s face onto mine. And finally, sorrow. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
“Hic…!”
She collapsed to the floor. I rushed over with a perfectly crafted look of surprise, as if I had no idea what was happening.
“Noona! What’s wrong?”
She stared up at me with watery eyes, then threw herself into my arms.
“Huuu… Hwaaaang!”
She burst into loud, childlike sobs. Good. Cry. Weep harder so my sculpture can drink your tears and grow.
In a troubled voice I apologized. “I messed up. I’m sorry.”
“Nooo…! Uhuk! It’s not— Hoooong!”
“I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
I gently rubbed her back until the storm of tears that shook the entire house finally subsided.
Gulp, gulp. The Doctor drained a glass of cold water in one go, then sniffled and held it out to me. I had already taken off the t-shirt; I accepted the glass, set it on the nightstand, and pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Feeling better now?”
“I-I’m okay…”
“I’m truly sorry. I didn’t realize it was your husband’s shirt.”
She nestled against me like a modest maiden and shook her head.
“No… You’re the first person besides him to wear it… It just made me suddenly think of him, that’s all… You can wear it if you want…”
“I won’t. It only makes you sad.”
“I’m really fine…”
“I chose my words poorly. I meant that I would feel sad too.”
“Why…?”
“If I wear that shirt, you’ll end up seeing me as your husband, won’t you? I don’t want that. I want to approach you as myself.”
“…. Jihyeok…”
I lay down beside her without another word and offered my arm as a pillow. In the darkened room the rain that had begun yesterday continued to hammer the windows. I hoped it would keep falling for days. It would be perfect if it did.
With puffy, swollen eyes she suddenly apologized.
“I’m sorry…”
“For what?”
“For making you misunderstand… Even if you wear that shirt, I won’t see you as my husband. Like I said, it just caught me off guard… Please don’t be disappointed in me.”
“I’m not disappointed.”
“Hnn…”
She made a small nasal sound and burrowed deeper into my chest. The way her shoulders trembled as she sniffled told me the sorrow had returned. I cheered inwardly and pulled the blanket over our heads.
Perhaps the darkness gave her courage. She lunged at me and kissed me fiercely. Unexpected.
I met her passionate tongue with equal heat. Because she had been crying, her mouth tasted strongly of salt. I suddenly let out a chuckle. The sight of her—completely addicted to me, pouncing like a starving beast—was simply too funny.
She smiled back at me, breathing out a loving little huff. We stayed like that for a long while, lips locked, tongues tangled, giggling between kisses.
When I decided it was enough, I gave her ass two firm smacks. Once she pulled back, I slid my hand down to her lower belly.
“Doesn’t hurt today?”
“It doesn’t… But shouldn’t we go exercise…?”
“I don’t have my workout clothes. Stopping by the house to grab them is a hassle.”
“You definitely said yesterday that we’d exercise and then go to the lab…”
“We did exercise. We did it yesterday, remember?”
“…..”
Her face flushed crimson. She had finally caught my meaning. I slipped my hand beneath her training shorts and cupped her pussy with my whole palm, pressing firmly.
“Hak…”
Her body shivered. Every time I tugged her panties and let them snap back, she twitched violently. The sight was delightful.
“Should we skip the lab today?”
“Ah, no… The Device… Hngat…♡”
“Let’s just stay here together all day. It’s raining anyway. Days like this are perfect for staying cooped up at home.”
“I have to… make the Device… Hoook…♡”
Her hips lifted slightly—the result of me flicking her clitoris. Her breathing had turned rough and irregular. She looked at me with pitiful, pleading eyes.
One corner of my mouth curled as I continued the caress and murmured, “We’ll go tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow…?”
“Yes. Starting tomorrow.”
“Huaa… Haaaa… Heut…!”
Her lower body rose higher and higher. When I tossed the blanket aside, I saw she was trying to balance on her heels. I sat up fully, one hand still stroking her pussy while the other toyed with her breasts.
“Right?”
“J-Jihyeok… The Device is really important… Huuht…♡”
I rubbed my knuckle against the folds surrounding her clit, moving it back and forth. Her eyes rolled back mid-sentence. I brought her right to the edge, then slid two fingers inside her, pressing firmly against her G-spot.
“Hyaaaaak!”
She gasped, hips slamming down onto the bed only to bounce back up. Milky, translucent nectar poured out, soaking my hand and the sheets. Proof she had felt it deeply.
With a meaningful smile I kept curling and uncurling my fingers.
“Hook… Hooook…!”
Her back arched, legs trembling. She balanced precariously on her heels and toes alone. Just a little more and she would squirt.
I asked again. “You’ll stay here today, won’t you?”
“I-I’ll stay…! I’ll stay with you…!”
“All day long?”
“Haaaa…♡ I’ll do whatever you want…!”
She wouldn’t be going to the lab tomorrow, the day after, or the day after that either. With no monsters appearing anyway, the place was already on indefinite closure. The Device could be built slowly. To capture the wicked Silvia and Adele, caution was essential.
I sped up my fingering. Her juices, already flowing freely, made wet, obscene sounds as they met my rapidly moving hand. The white t-shirt she wore was darkening with sweat beneath her breasts.
“Jihyeok…! Stop…! Stoooop!”
Her scream echoed through the room as her hips shot upward as far as they could go. Then she erupted.
Spurt! Spuuurt—!
The powerful jet of nectar soaked the sheets and even reached the bedroom wall before subsiding. Completely spent, the Doctor collapsed onto the bed. Her body twitched intermittently, unfocused eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
I climbed off the bed and noticed Edward’s t-shirt on the floor had caught some of her spray. Smiling, I picked it up and used it to gently wipe her pussy.
“Ah…! Aah…!”
She flinched at every touch. At some point she had covered her eyes with her arm and was panting heavily, looking utterly pitiful.
After a cursory cleaning, I tossed the t-shirt beside the pillow. The heavy rustle made her lower her arm and turn her head. Her eyes widened at the sight of her husband’s precious shirt now drenched in her own juices.
“Ah, no…!”
Seizing the moment, I climbed on top of her and pulled out my cock. It was rock-hard, veins bulging—the same cock that had made her climax dozens of times. The pathetic sob that had been forming in her throat vanished, replaced instantly by raw greed.
“Should I put it in?”
At my gentle question, she reached out and clutched the navy t-shirt. Her knuckles turned white. Her gaze darted between me and my cock before she gave a tiny nod.
“Yeah…”
“Hand it over.”
When I extended my hand, she hugged the shirt to her chest like a beloved doll and hesitated. I waited patiently for her decision. I made sure my expression made it clear that if she took too long, she wouldn’t get what she wanted.
After watching me anxiously, she finally handed me the shirt with a face full of guilt.
“Good girl.”
I praised her as if she were a child and tossed the shirt aside like a rag. She flinched but offered no real protest. It seemed the pleasure awaiting her outweighed any lingering guilt toward her husband.
My heart raced with genuine excitement for the first time in a while. I let out a satisfied sigh.
“Whew…”
Seeing my reaction, she made up her mind. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, offering to service me. I moved up until I was level with her chest and pressed my cock against her face. She immediately licked the bead of precum from the tip with a lewd swipe of her tongue.
The viscous strand stretched and broke. The obscene sight was too much. Forgetting about her offer, I moved back down, spread her legs wide, and thrust deep inside her.
Squish!
“Haaang…♡”
Her moan was far lewder than yesterday. Ecstasy rang in my ears. I resolved then and there that we would not leave this house for at least three days.