13.2 Dampness - Cheong-ah
"Mmm, slurp...."
Their lips met, tongues entwining in a heated dance. Cheong-ah pulled Ian into a tight embrace, and he kneaded her body with eager hands, exploring every curve. His palms first found her voluptuous breasts. Even swathed in bandages, they held their alluring, majestic shape, yielding softly to gravity's pull while retaining a tantalizing firmness. Like fresh dough under his large hands, her pale, snow-white tits were roughly mashed and molded. Ian buried his face deep in that inviting cleavage.
"Snuuuurk...."
"Eut...."
Cheong-ah shuddered briefly as Ian inhaled deeply. She'd sweated a little in her sleep, but after bathing in the lake and with the mild weather, there shouldn't be much odor. Still, some faint scent lingered.
"H-Husband, it's embarrassing... don't sniff."
"Why not?"
"......I sweated a bit while sleeping."
"Sweat? Snuuuurk.... Can't smell it."
Cheong-ah fretted over even the slightest stale whiff from her slumber, but it was needless worry.
"Hngh.... Really?"
"Only good smells here."
Contrary to her fears, Ian found the subtle sweat mingling with her skin's natural musk intoxicating—a rich, sweet allure that invaded his mind. Far from unpleasant, it felt like inhaling the fragrance of blooming flowers.
"Liar...."
"For real. See?"
Even after pouring half his lust into Bella, his cock throbbed, swollen to bursting. He pressed his hips down, grinding it against her lower abdomen. Inside his pants, the engorged head pressed firmly against her belly.
"Ungh.... Husband."
"See? Totally real."
"......Yes."
Cheong-ah nodded shyly. Ian dove back into her cleavage, slowly caressing her breasts.
"You like it here, don't you, Cheong-ah?"
"Hak.... Ungh."
His fingers teasingly circled her areolae, flicking the tips. Then, pinching lightly with thumb and forefinger, he rolled them gently, drawing a responsive tug from her womb deep in her belly.
"Yes, I love it, Husband.... Hngh."
"Me too."
"Nehet.... Hak, haaak."
Her breasts were so abundantly full—obscenely large, one might think their sensitivity dulled. Yet Cheong-ah's erogenous zones were intensely concentrated there. As he roughly groped the massive orbs, tickling her areolae relentlessly, her pussy grew slicker with every bite of his lips on her nipples.
"Haaak, ahng.... Husband, is your wife's breast delicious?"
"Delicious. Incredibly so."
"Neeet.... Then suck harder. As much as you like.... Hngh."
His kneading hands slid slowly downward. Past the insistent press of his cock targeting her womb, they reached her clit—now so thoroughly trained by him that it peeled back its hood at the slightest arousal. Tok—tok—. He flicked it lightly with his fingertips, then pinched it just like her nipples.
"Hhit.... Husband, not there.... Haa."
"You like this too, right? Just like your nipples."
"Nehet, hak.... I love it...."
Each touch sent squirting nectar gushing out—spurt-spurt—her pussy lips gaping hungrily. Ian slowly tugged her pants down. His cock sprang free, the tip glistening with precum. Below it, traces of their prior romps lingered thickly, though Cheong-ah's blind eyes saw nothing. Lost in his advancing kiss and caresses as he stripped her, she simply closed her hazy gaze. His saliva coated her lips and tongue, leaving a heady scent.
Smack—schlop....
"Hmmm.... Herup.... Hak...."
Cheong-ah's senses drowned in Ian's potent musk. His cock reeked of another woman, but she noticed nothing. Thud—thud—. The tip tapped her entrance. With pitiful eyes, she gazed up at him and whispered,
"Put it in, Husband...."
Yet for some reason, Ian curved his eyes into crescents with a sly grin and shook his head.
"Nah."
"......Pardon?"
His refusal drew an unwitting, bewildered squeak from her. Why was her husband acting like this all of a sudden?
Ian shook his head again. "Not gonna."
"Wh-Why so suddenly? D-Did your wife displease you...?"
Tears welled in her milky eyes. Ian hurriedly cut off her trembling voice.
"No, nothing like that. Never. I just don't feel like sticking it in right now."
"Hngt.... Wh-What do you mean?"
He refused her plea, instead flashing a playful smile as he gripped his cock and tapped her pussy—thud-thud—making her clit and plump labia suffer the impacts.
"So stop crying. I need to make you so fuckable I can't hold back. Crying like this gonna do it?"
"Hic, hak.... Ungh.... You're so mean."
Ian gently thumbed away the moisture from her eyes. The brief sadness ebbed as her body reignited from the teasing taps. Teasing torment stoked her arousal.
Thud-thud-thud—schlick-schlick—.
Her pussy wept nectar with every strike.
"Hak.... H-Husband.... Hngh.... Hurry and put it in."
"No. I said make me want to fuck you. Do it quick."
"Hnggh.... You're awful."
Gazing down at her whisper, Ian smirked wickedly.
"After teasing me for two weeks, this is 'awful'?"
"Hak.... Th-That's...."
"Feels like you're the awful one. Or is it just me?"
Thud-thud—schlick-schlick—.
"Ahng, haat...."
With each tap and question, Cheong-ah instinctively rolled her hips, grinding her pussy against his cock despite her desperate expression.
Squelch-squelch—.
"Hngh.... Ungh. Husband, hiiut...."
"Oh? Who said you could rub your pussy on my cock?"
Ian lifted it away. Her pussy chased empty air.
"Haaa.... Husband...."
"This won't do.... Cheong-ah, I told you to make me want to fuck you, but you're just chasing your own pleasure. Should we stop?"
"Aaaang.... No, don't. Please do it."
"Then make me want it. Lewdly. Bella was great at it. Can't our Cheong-ah do it?"
"Eut...."
Her heart stung at his deliberate jab at her jealousy. She'd just tamped down those petty feelings....
He's really too much.
But in love, the one more smitten holds the disadvantage. Their affections matched evenly, yet here and now, Cheong-ah was the weaker. Knowing it well, she bit her lip and shook her head vigorously.
"N-No. Your wife can do it too."
"Then show me. Cheong-ah's slutty side."
"Yes, watch. Y-Your wife's slutty side...."
Her hand drifted downward to her gaping, nectar-drooling slit. One hand groped her breast, the other her pussy.
"Haaak.... Husband, your cock...."
Moaning, she fondled her most sensitive spots—ones Ian had so thoroughly conditioned that mere thoughts of him made them stiffen with need.
"Starting with your nipples? Pervert."
"Hak.... No, heyut.... Hngh, perveert.... Haaang.... This spot, hngh.... you made it this way, hak...."
His mocking words sent electric thrills through her. Tweaking and twisting her nipples, she began fingering her pussy.
Squelch....
Even after being stretched by his massive shaft, her pussy snapped back to its tight, bouncy allure. One finger slipped into the quivering entrance.
"Haaaaang...."
Schlick-schlick-schlick—.
Her tentative motions quickened.
"Hak, haaang.... Aaaang, hauk.... Hak, it feels good.... So gooood.... Hak.... Husband, eut.... watch your wife's, hak.... Cheong-ah's filthy show, hngh.... like this, haeut.... Aaaeut.... I'm so wet, eut...."
Another finger joined, scraping her slick walls, stimulating her inner hotspots.
Schlick-schlick...!
"Hak, haaak...! Haaang...!"
More, more, more.... To arouse him further, to feel even better.
"Husband, Husband.... Husband! Hngh...! Aaaat...!"
Spurt—spluuurt...!
Nectar squirted, yet her fingers kept pistoning.
"Hak, how is it? Am I slutty, hngh.... Slutty enough, Husband...?"
"Incredibly slutty."
"Haeut.... Aaaang.... Then give it to me, hngh...! Husband's cock...! Aaang...! I want it in Cheong-ah's pussy, haaaang!"
Her nipple-teasing hand cupped her breast from below, lifting it to her mouth. Small lips parted wide to engulf the pebbled tip.
"Slurp...."
Schlurp—slurp—smmrp....
Sucking her own nipple. Ian gasped at the unexpected sight.
"......Whoa."
His cock pulsed violently, blood surging to the breaking point.
"Husband, hak.... Slurp.... Smmrp.... Watch more.... Cheong-ah's slutty show. Hngh. For you, only for Husband.... Hngh, I'm being this lewd.... Aaang...."
Ian's piercing gaze fueled her joy. Happier still, she caressed herself fervently.
"Hak.... Slurp... Hnghut.... Husband, ahng.... Schlurp...."
How is it? How is it? Better than Bella.... Way sluttier.
"Hak...."
So hurry up....
"Cock, hngh.... Put it in, Husband. Hnghut...."
With those words, Cheong-ah arched her hips, withdrawing her pussy-fingering hand to spread her lips wide in a V. Her gaping hole drooled nectar down her ass, dripping to the ground.
Can't hold back anymore.
Ian seized her limit, grabbing her legs and hoisting them into an M. His cock nestled between her spreading fingers.
"Cheong-ah...!"
"Neheeeet...! Husband, haat...!"
Squelchhh...!
Ian's cock plunged straight to the hilt, piercing her pussy in one thrust.
"Hiiiiiiieeeeeut......!!"
Her eyes rolled back, hips bucking wildly as her back arched.
"Aaaaaaaang......!!!!!"
Her crude, whorish moan echoed through the forest.
Meanwhile, beside them, Bella—appearing as a red-furred, one-eyed bitch dog thanks to the collar's magic tool—watched Cheong-ah thrash like a landed fish and muttered inwardly.
'......I told you to run, you idiot bitch.'