Object of Devotion
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It's dangerous, Kim Youngae thought. Too dangerous. She shouldn't have accepted the one-month proposal.
He was too fast. Too strong. Their relationship had grown too deep. Everything he did felt too good.
If she'd known it would feel this good, she never would have agreed to just one month. She no longer trusted herself to stay unchanged after that time. She couldn't be sure she wouldn't crave more once it ended.
Worse still, she couldn't suppress the quiet thrill in her heart—the joy at knowing she could bask in overwhelming pleasure for at least a month.
Kim Youngae sighed. She should have realized what that one-month offer truly meant. That man didn't just want her body. He wanted all of her.
That was the point of the month. Bluntly put, the moment they'd gone from massage to full sex, he could have blackmailed her into letting him keep enjoying her.
'But he's not satisfied with that.'
A stranger who genuinely wanted to possess her. Troubling. She should feel disgusted, of course. But she didn't. Not at all.
Instead, a faint joy crept in, eroding her resolve. That's why she stayed on guard. This wasn't right. It didn't fit the proper life she'd always dreamed of.
She tried to push him away. Made excuses to cut down their time together. But he blocked every rebellion as if reading her mind. In the end, she fell for his persuasion.
"You don't need to go to a beauty center for treatments. You have me."
Kim Youngae looked in the mirror. Her face gazed back—rosier and healthier than usual, looking far younger.
She slipped the straps of her house dress off her shoulders. The fabric cascaded down, baring her naked body. Reddish love bites bloomed across her skin—traces of their time together.
For the first time in ages, she thought her body was beautiful.
'I shouldn't feel this way.'
Her body and heart were reacting more positively to him with every passing day. Every new experience, every moment with him felt good. His words and actions were often blatantly lewd—things that would normally disgust her—but his desire to devour her like marrow and bone, combined with how he treasured her, only made her feel thrilled instead.
But after two weeks, she realized the truth and despaired. This man was methodically conquering her.
In those two weeks, every erogenous zone on her body had awakened. She'd learned how to please him. Stripping away guilt and self-loathing, it had been pure bliss—but now, it wasn't enough.
Yet in all that time, he'd never properly fucked her even once. Her body grew hotter by the day. At first, she told herself it was just the massages restoring her health and circulation. But soon, excuses failed as her heat became undeniable.
Even at rest, her skin was more sensitive than before. The ache intensified until now, just thinking of him made her wet.
Finally, she understood.
"I'm... in heat."
Thinking of the future filled her with dread. Her body couldn't hold out anymore, and he was waiting for her surrender.
She'd resisted to the end, but the longer they spent together, the softer her iron will became.
'Please... I can't take it anymore.'
At last, she said it.
"Please... Yunho... fuck me?"
In the first and second weeks, I'd let her cum lightly now and then—but never the mind-shattering ecstasy she'd felt that first day.
As I'd said before, Kim Youngae needed push-pull. I had to make her desperate. Really desperate.
I'd spent half the month—two full weeks—doing just that.
Her status messages scrolled with lines that made every long hour of investment worthwhile.
The long-awaited third week.
"Please... Yunho... fuck me?"
I grinned. The strict, chaste married woman was begging for my cock.
As her massive tits—big enough to overflow my large hands—fell under my control, a ragged gasp escaped Kim Youngae's lips. Hah! Of course, it was thick with sultry moans.
It was like a dam breaking—suppressed moans bursting out uncontrollably.
Perfect satisfaction.
Kim Youngae's body had ripened deliciously. Beyond mere sensitivity, she was now exuding raw sex appeal from every pore. Her conservative upbringing and mindset had suppressed her true nature—but it was awakening.
"How should I fuck you? You left out the subject."
Normally, she'd blush in embarrassment. But now, she was desperate.
"Touch me a ton, fuck me deep... deep inside. Make me cum. Please?"
"Whoa. Didn't expect you to say it so hot and direct."
Laughing, I reached for her breasts.
Action Hand - 2 GP
I kneaded her tits like dough, then pinched and tugged her nipples hard.
"If you knead my tits like that... aaah...!"
The long-forgotten pleasure of Action Hand made goosebumps erupt across her breasts. Watching, I pressed her nipple hard with my fingernail. Sting!
"Nngh, uuuhhh...!!!"
Kim Youngae came lightly.
"And next? How should I do it?"
"...You know. You're asking just to embarrass me."
"Right. You know it all, so stop dragging it out."
"...I want your cock, Yunho. Inside me. Please? I held out for two weeks..."
"What, where?"
"...Your, your cock... in my pussy."
"Good girl. I'll lie here—do what you want."
Kim Youngae climbed on top. Unable to wait any longer, she impaled herself in one go.
"Ah, no... uuuh. Right as it goes in..."
The insertion made her cum lightly again. As the aftershocks faded, she began grinding her cervix against my glans, moving her hips slowly.
"Hng, hng, hnngh, aaah...!!"
Kim Youngae—the prim housewife—was focused on feeling a stranger's raw cock deep in her pussy, shaking her ass. The thought spiked my arousal instantly.
This woman was suspiciously packed with turn-ons.
"Aaah! So big. Feels good. Uuuh."
Savoring her ecstatic moans, I thrust up hard to match her rhythm, pistoning repeatedly.
Glancing at her face, she met my eyes.
"Beautiful."
"Pardon?"
"Ah. My thoughts slipped out."
Over the past two weeks, she'd received heaps of my "love" daily, plus appearance buffs restoring her youthful beauty.
"They say women get prettier the more they're loved. You've gotten stunning, Youngae."
Such a gorgeous woman writhing on top of me. Unable to handle my intensifying gaze, she shyly looked down. It felt like her heart submitting, acknowledging me as superior—fulfilling something deep inside.
Our lips met with a smack. She leaned in, kissing back. I parted my lips, tongue out; she met it eagerly, tongues entwining.
I sucked her slender tongue greedily while starting to snap my hips.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Slow but heavy at first. Building speed and force, she collapsed onto me, moaning wildly. Her cries pitched higher.
"Huuuuhk, huk, auuuh, haaahk, so good, too good, Yunho...!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
As she climaxed, her pussy walls rippled wildly.
'Kuh, clenching that hard...'
I shot into her cervix. Thick, gooey white cum flooded her depths. Her bloomed housewife pussy refused to let a drop escape, contracting like tight rubber to milk and cling to my shaft.
Even after I pulled out, her pussy stayed sealed, trapping every bit inside.
"You clenched so suddenly—I came."
"Ah... sorry..."
Not fully satisfied, she looked a bit disappointed.
'Oh, that hurts her pride a little.'
Thanks to Woman's Male Organ, I could get hard right after cumming. My cock swelled instantly.
"I'll pound you again right now."
I flung her onto the bed by the arm.
"Kyaa!"
Positioning between her legs, I noticed her hand. A wedding ring gleamed on her left ring finger.
A mischievous, cruel idea struck.
"Youngae. Want me to fuck you?"
She turned her head in shame but whispered low.
"Yes..."
"Then take off the ring and call me 'hubby'."
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