Making Your Husband Submit (1)
We stepped out of the motel room into a silence neither of us could break. We had brought Mi-kyeong in, risked everything to run the operation — and walked straight into Suyeon's scheme, exactly as she'd planned.
All I had left was my cock, still throbbing raw from being buried inside the woman I loved. I went home, stepped into the shower, and as I soothed the ache of a shaft that had just been driving into her ass, I turned it over in my mind.
What the hell had Mi-kyeong even done...?
I needed to hear it from her first. I had to know what had actually gone down.
"Hello...?"
Her voice came through the receiver, demure and composed — and trembling, just slightly, underneath.
"How did it go?"
I already knew the answer. I asked anyway, as if I didn't.
"Ah... I don't think I convinced him..."
She spoke in a voice so small and low I had to strain for it. A child's voice carried in the background. She was home, then.
"So you failed...? Why?"
"Mm... he wouldn't listen to a word I said..."
She let the silence hang, choosing her next words with care.
"Well. That can happen. It wouldn't have been easy. So you went straight home after?"
"Huh?"
"I asked if you went straight home."
"....."
The question seemed to catch her off guard. I already knew she hadn't gone straight home — I already knew she'd been stuffed full of Seongdae's cock instead.
"Yeah... I went straight home."
Fucking bitch... so it's true. There's not a single woman in this world you can trust.
"Really? You went straight home? Seongdae didn't say anything?"
"Huh? Uh... I told him I couldn't do it and went straight home... that's what happened."
She lied to my face without a flicker of shame. I had been in the next room. I had heard every hot, broken moan she made — and she still thought she could play me.
"Ah... I see. So the deal's off, then?"
"What...? What deal?"
The sheer nerve of her made something ugly rise in my throat. I wanted, right then, to pick up the phone and tell her family everything.
"I said if you failed, I'd tell your family."
"W-what are you talking about!?"
The moment that cold threat left my mouth, her voice jumped, sharp with panic.
"What? You thought I'd just let it slide?"
"N-no... it's not that. But telling them is going too far."
A schoolteacher caught sleeping her way through younger men. If that got out, her entire standing would hit the floor and stay there.
"P-please... don't. My family will be finished. My child can't be without me..."
She was sobbing into the phone now. Through the receiver, I could hear a child running and playing, clear as day, right there beside her.
"Want one last chance?"
"Hic..."
"Don't cry. It's annoying. I'll give you one last chance. Think you can do it right?"
"Y-yes... please... I'll make it work this time, no matter what."
"You mean that?"
"Yes... I mean it... but... I don't think I can convince Seongdae again. He wouldn't listen to a word I said..."
"I know. This time you're not seducing Seongdae."
"Then... what?"
Curiosity crept into her voice. I laid it out for her, piece by piece, every step I had already worked through in my head.
"Do you really... think that's possible?"
"Absolutely. The odds are good."
"Can I... actually do it?"
There wasn't a scrap of confidence in her. A minute ago she had been sobbing; now her voice had settled into something quieter, almost calm.
"Okay..."
"You can do it, right?"
I put it to her hard, the way you pin someone down for a promise. If she had any sense left in her head, she would make this work no matter what it took. I was done going easy on her.
One wrong move and I go off the cliff with her....
If I wanted to protect what I had with the woman I loved, this was the only way I could see.
"I'm ready..."
The weekend came around before I knew it. I had been wound tight since morning. After that last call with Mi-kyeong I had run the operation in my head a hundred times, looking for the place it would break.
Of course, none of those simulations could tell me how it would actually go. Whether this worked would come down to how well she performed — and how hard she was willing to push.
"Nervous? Don't shake."
The woman standing next to me was dressed far more provocatively than I had even pictured. I had chosen every piece of it myself.
Her black hair fell to her shoulders in a soft, loose wave. The clean line of it suited that demure face of hers almost too well.
"Isn't this too tight...?"
She glanced at me, worried.
The top was a white V-neck, cut deep enough that the full swell of her chest sat right there in the open, the valley between those heavy breasts on shameless display.
"It's so short it keeps riding up...."
And then there were the denim hot pants — a scrap of fabric that barely clung to her narrow waist and the plump, taut curve of her ass. They rode so high on those thick thighs that they only just covered her crotch. She kept tugging them back down every time they crept up.
"It's perfect. Looks amazing on you. You could pass for a college girl."
Even allowing for a little exaggeration, she had the kind of body that guys in their early twenties would strip with their eyes and catcall as she walked past.
Put that composed, refined face over an outfit this filthy and she looked like a different person entirely. Who would ever look at her and think schoolteacher?
That thick, provocative missy body....
Putting her on display like this was the whole point of the strategy.
"Every move — remember what I told you. Don't tense up...."
I ran through it with her one more time. She had never worn anything this short in her life, and it showed. She was wound tight.
"Hah.... Okay.... That's the place, right?"
She pointed at the building ahead of us, her face still unsteady.
Seongdae Supermarket
A cramped little neighborhood shop, the building itself run-down — though they had remodeled recently, and the inside was clean enough. Our first target was waiting in there.
"Don't shake. And don't forget to leave your phone on."
I went over the precautions again.
Please... this time it has to work. It has to.
"Listen... you have to keep your promise."
She looked at me, making sure of the deal one last time.
"Of course. Just go do the job right."
"Okay... I'll be back..."
She stepped forward carefully. That ample ass swayed as she crossed the threshold and disappeared inside.
I found a spot with a clear view of the shop and settled in, watching every move she made, willing this to work. The call was already live. I pushed the earphones in and locked onto every word.
"Welcome."
Today's target. He greeted his star attraction in a bored, listless drawl.
"Hi....."
Mi-kyeong shyly covered her crotch with her handbag. The little bag didn't stand a chance against the swell of that ass.
"Ah... yeah... looking for something?"
There it was.
Seongdae's father was already dragging his eyes up and down that thick body. A minute ago he had been slouched behind the counter, fanning himself, half-asleep on the job — and the second she pushed the door open, he lit up.
Today's target. My prey. He had just gotten a good look at the bait.
Even from this far off I could feel it — that greasy, hungry stare working over every inch of her.
"Ah... I'll just look around..."
"Ah... sure, sure. Take your time..."
She started browsing the aisles exactly the way I had told her to, that barely covered ass swaying with every step, pulling his eyes along behind it. She picked things up and set them down again, over and over, giving him something to watch.
She crouched. She bent. Seongdae's father followed every bit of it with that same filthy look, his gaze glued to her path, tracking her through the shop like he couldn't help himself.
"Ah..."
Something slipped from her fingers. She folded forward at the waist and went down on her knees to get it.
"Hah...."
I could have sworn I heard Seongdae's father hold his breath.
The second she bent over, those heavy breasts spilled into the open neck of the shirt, soft flesh swaying, looking ready to pour right out of the fabric and into his lap. He didn't miss a second of it.
That's it. Keep going...
His eyes were buried in her cleavage. He showed no sign of pulling them out.
Mi-kyeong felt it — she had to. She held the item a little longer than she needed to before setting it back in place.
"Y-you can just leave it..."
Seongdae's father stammered, suddenly embarrassed at being caught staring.
"I don't see what I'm looking for....."
"Ah... that so...?"
"Do you ever call people when something comes in..?"
She had found the rhythm of it now. Her voice had gone low and languid, honeyed at the edges. And Seongdae's father's gaze had already slid down — right into the pale stretch of thigh between those tiny shorts.
Born for this, the bitch....
I watched that demure, proper woman turn into a languid little vixen right in front of me, and a thrilling smile crept across my face.