Chapter 108
Chapter 108
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 108
Chapter Title: Find a Woman Who'll Take a Knife for Me Instead.
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Name: Yoon Chae-won
Age: 24.
Position: Main Wife, with the "Devoted Housewife" attribute.
Core Traits: The ultimate owner of gap moe, blending the "Devoted Housewife" attribute with the look of a "trashy tattoo delinquent."
Hair & Tattoos: Eye-catching bleached blonde hair. Flashy, bold irezumi tattoos stretch from her nape across her arms, legs, and back, covering her entire body.
Overall Vibe: Her appearance screams delinquent or wild party girl to anyone glancing her way, but her actual aura is endlessly gentle and warm, radiating a nurturing maternal love that embraces everything.
[Personality & Traits]
A total big-hearted saint who accepts and understands any "stupid bullshit" or abnormal personal life without question.
Fundamentally mild-mannered and deeply empathetic, with exceptional ability to connect emotionally with others.
Strong sense of responsibility toward her roles as wife and mother, providing the protagonist and Haneul with infinite stability.
[Talents & Skills]
Max-level cooking skills spanning Korean, Western, and Chinese cuisine—plus flawless mastery of cleaning, organizing, and all housework. Any home she's in stays in perfect condition at all times.
"Covers a loose pussy with technique to spare—a born sex genius."
Skills in Possession:
Mastered every imaginable sexual technique: pussy blowjobs, vacuum blowjobs, deepthroat, handjobs from behind, you name it.
Not just making a man cum—she'll explode his dick. A max-level sex master.
[Yoon Chae-won is a woman who knows exactly what parts get a man excited.]
...
Creampie impregnation.
With "Sperm King" mode activated, I strolled home humming a cheerful tune, my steps light as air.
Right up until I opened the door, my head was filled with vulgar fantasies—what sexy lingerie she'd be wearing to greet me, what pose she'd strike while spreading her pussy.
But when I swung open the front door, what welcomed me was a perfect "reality" that mocked every single one of those imaginings.
The rich, savory aroma of doenjang stew... and in the kitchen, the embodiment of gap moe,
Yoon Chae-won.
Her striking blonde hair casually tied up, a cute bear-patterned apron wrapped around her as she prepared dinner.
The peeking irezumi tattoo at the neckline of her innocent dress clashed with that adorable bear apron in a way that bordered on high art.
She turned to me with a gentle smile.
"Oh, you're home? Dinner's almost ready."
In that moment, it hit me.
A true expert doesn't blatantly spread her pussy to get a man going.
She disarms all your aggressive lust and hasty excitement with this peaceful, comforting "home" scene.
Then she stokes your deepest possessiveness and primal breeding urges.
That's the ultimate technique from a max-level pro who'll blow your dick clean off.
I grinned slyly and slipped behind her at the kitchen counter.
I wrapped my arms tight around her slim waist beneath the apron.
Pressing my rock-hard cock unmistakably against her ass.
"We'll eat later."
Her shoulders twitched slightly at my whisper in her ear.
Savoring the reaction, I tossed out a practical question.
"...So, where's Haneul?"
"Oh, she went to a friend's house. Said she'd eat dinner there and come back after."
Chae-won answered so casually, without even pausing her knife work.
I was floored.
Damn, look at this thorough prep work.
Yoon Chae-won, through and through.
She didn't just passively wait for my "spread your pussy and stand by" text—she'd set the perfect stage.
Potential cockblocker Haneul shipped off to a friend's...
And even though dinner time was still far off, here she was in the kitchen prepping it.
This wasn't just getting chores done early.
Chae-won knew.
She knew I was crazy for this "devoted housewife" vibe...
And the menu? Doenjang stew, no less.
The one faint, aching memory of my parents—the smell of this exact stew...
She knew that too.
That cute bear apron, the hearty doenjang aroma, the serene home scene.
All of it a perfect "concept play" she'd orchestrated to tease my deepest hungers and primal longings—to get me rock hard.
That's the stage-setting prowess of a max-level pro who blows dicks.
I hugged her waist even tighter and whispered in her ear.
"No wonder I can't help loving you, you bitch."
Chattering away, I reached to hike up the skirt of her loose dress.
But in that instant, Chae-won gently but firmly grabbed my wrist, stopping me cold.
Her move left my raging lust lost and floundering.
"...I'm fucking dying here right now?"
"Drink this first."
Ignoring my question, she slipped a hand into the pocket of her bear-printed apron.
What emerged was a packet of thick, brown herbal tonic.
I eyed the mystery pouch with suspicion.
Reading my face, Chae-won chuckled softly and brought it to my lips.
"...They say it makes your sperm super healthy. It was expensive, so drink every last drop."
Fuck, even in this situation, this woman was playing chess while I played checkers.
She grabbed tiny scissors from the kitchen drawer and neatly snipped the end off the pouch.
Even stuck a straw in it with utmost care.
I gave up resisting and took the pouch like a kid, holding my breath as I slurped down the godawful bitter sludge.
A gritty, earthy bitterness flooded my mouth.
As I scrunched my face, Chae-won had somehow popped a strawberry candy between her lips.
Those red lips, lightly pursed around the candy, leaned toward me.
A soft smack as her lips mashed against mine.
No time to resist—the hard, smooth candy slipped right between my parted lips.
The artificial strawberry burst forth, its sticky sweetness overwhelming the foul aftertaste in seconds.
Chae-won's soft tongue followed the candy in.
It licked my tongue and the roof of my mouth with gentle, obsessive strokes, like wiping away filth.
Bitterness melted into sweetness, then into scorching pleasure.
I closed my eyes and surrendered completely to her masterful sensory domination.
Slurp, smack...
The candy fully dissolved amid sticky tongue-on-tongue sounds, and our lips parted.
As the sweetness dazed me, her hands had already started unbuttoning my shirt, one by one, so naturally.
That red tongue that had just ravaged my lips trailed lightly down my jawline.
Then paused at my left nipple.
"Hngh..."
Her sticky, hot tongue lapped softly at my nipple, then nipped it playfully like a toy.
The erotic visual sent an involuntary moan spilling from me.
Chae-won, who knew exactly how to drive a man insane, confirmed my reaction and smiled in satisfaction.
Without breaking eye contact for even a second, she slowly—agonizingly slowly—dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor.
Her blonde locks brushed softly across my chest as she went down.
On her knees, she looked up at me leisurely, unzipping my pants and unbuckling my belt.
A metallic clink.
Her gaze stayed locked on me the whole time.
As if commanding me to watch every second of what came next.
My suit pants slid down to my ankles, leaving me utterly exposed before her.
My dick, which barely got fully hard at just anything anymore, hung soft.
But that was fine.
Yoon Chae-won was right there.
She wrapped her soft hand around my cock.
With familiar ease, she peeled back the foreskin covering the glans, fully exposing the sensitive tip.
Then, like kissing a holy relic,
Chu... chu...
Short. Deep.
Exactly two kisses.
The moment her hot, wet lips touched the glans tip, electricity surged through my dormant lust.
Those two pecks coaxed my lukewarm "treasure" to slowly—but firmly—lift its head.
Watching the woman who knew perfectly how to get me rock hard, I felt her slick, hot tongue glide up my shaft.
She used the flat underside broadly, licking meticulously from base to tip like a pilgrimage to a sacred site.
Then another quick kiss midway up the half-risen shaft.
Her plump, soft lips didn't stop—heading lower.
They teased my hairy ballsack feather-light, before she engulfed one entire ball in her mouth.
"Huu..."
A warm, wet mouth rolling my ball gently—an unfamiliar pleasure shot up my spine.
At the same time, her soft hands lightly stroked my now nearly fully erect shaft up and down.
Perfect mouth-and-hand assault.
Through it all, Chae-won never blinked.
Her provocative eyes stared straight at me—only me.
Once she'd gotten me fully hard with expert familiarity, she slowly rose.
Turning the very act of standing into foreplay.
One kiss on my rigid cock...
One on my hip bone, one on my navel.
Her hot lips ascended my body like a pilgrim's trail.
One on my ribs, another on the nipple her tongue had claimed before.
Finally, leaving traces on my exposed collarbone and nape.
Her lips reached my ear.
She nibbled my soft earlobe between her lips, gnaw, gnaw, then laved the outer ear with her wet tongue.
Chills prickled across my skin.
Breathing ragged, she whispered filthily.
"Me... now..."
"......"
"Fuck me senseless."
That one line snapped my last thread of reason.
Like a beast, I seized her slender waist and hoisted her up.
Plopped her ass on the cold granite island counter.
Roughly shoving up the fluttering skirt of her dress revealed a sight that short-circuited my brain again.
Trashy leopard-print panties.
The skimpiest thong that barely covered her pussy, exposing most of her asshole.
Hiding this slutty secret under an innocent dress—a walking turn-on.
I reached for her pussy mound.
But it felt... oddly bare.
"Hoo... fuck, when'd you shave your bush?"
The thick patch from this morning was gone, smooth as silk.
To my question, Chae-won grinned wickedly, like she knew everything.
"So you could eat it better. Shaved this morning."
"......Goddamn slut."
Like a starving predator, I shoved her panty string aside and buried my face in the "feast" she'd prepared.
...Sweet.
No fishy or sour tang—just pristine, sweet scent wrapping my tongue.
As I devoured her mindlessly, another woman flashed in my mind.
That easy slut Park who'll fuck anyone—her pussy smelling like pussy was inevitable.
Natural, right?
But weirdly, Yoon Chae-won's well-used whore pussy—why did it taste this fucking sweet?
The question dissolved the instant my tongue teased her clit.
Ah.
She manages her pussy too.
Always ready for me to barge in, she kept her looks, home, and even her most intimate taste and scent in perfect shape—for me alone.
This was true professionalism.
The dignity of a max-level sex master.
That realization snapped my reason again.
I ravaged her even more fiercely.