18.5 The Taming of the Shrew
Splurt, splurt, splurt...! With every crashing thrust, her bouncy, resilient flesh jiggled wildly. Her waist arched downward, her pussy clenching tight around him. Her upper body bent forward, her heavy breasts squished flat and spilling out to the sides.
"What, you think I've been too nice to you lately and forgot what a bitch you really are? Daring to provoke me first?"
He pounded into the impertinent hole of his cheeky bitch wife, injecting manners deep inside like a forceful syringe. Pressing hard against her inner walls, his cock stirred her up, coating everything in sticky slickness.
"Oof, oooh...! H-Hot, ooh...! C-Cock...! Nghh...!"
Her pussy was drenched in arousal, her swollen labia flushed red. With each piston stroke, his balls slapped and jiggled, tapping her erect clit rhythmically.
"Talking shit again."
"Eek, grr...! Ahk, heek...!"
Just like her fighting style, relying on raw power. Her muscular body had more spring than softness, squeezing with impressive force. But it was still that well-trained, pathetic pussy of hers. A few sharp thrusts, and it couldn't hold tight—loosening up, gushing juices like a waterfall.
"Tighten that pussy properly, Puffy."
"What's 'Puffy,' you fucker...! D-Don't give it such a shitty name...! Ahk, hngh...!"
"My wife always behaves for a bit after a lesson, but then she starts acting up again right away."
Did she forget the taste of his cock, or was she just craving more? Either way, the solution was the same: a proper re-education. Engrave it deep in her womb with a true teacher's heart. That a foul-mouthed, arrogant wife gets disciplined by her husband's cock—that's just common sense.
Her sopping, squelching pussy hole stretched wide, welcoming his thick shaft deep inside.
"Hngk, ahk...! Y-You're too deep, it's ripping me...!"
"You started it. Hold out."
"Ahk, hng...! Fuck, fuuuck...! Haaaahk...!"
Squiiirt, squiiiirt...!
A fountain sprayed from her urethra.
"Cumming again? You go off so easily. At least pretend to hold out like Cheong-ah does."
He taunted her deliberately, name-dropping Cheong-ah. Her lower belly clenched in furious response.
"Y-You bastard...! Sh-She's...! Ahk, she doesn't do this...!"
"Of course not. Cheong-ah doesn't act all high and mighty with her lord and husband like you do."
"Hngk, haht...! Oooh, hot...! F-Fuck, hngh...!"
Splurt! Thwack! Thwack...!
Like slamming a fist into dough. He pressed their bodies closer, crushing her pride-filled frame beneath him. His fingers rubbed her swollen clit, sending jolts through her. Pinching and flicking it made her buck wildly.
"Haaaahk...! N-Not there, ahk, stop...!"
"Where's 'there'?"
"C-Cli, clit...! Ahk...!"
She shook her head, screaming, but couldn't mount a real resistance. The beast named Bella had been tamed by his hands long ago. He'd thought she kept forgetting, but some things were etched into her body. So it wasn't forgetting—it was deliberate rebellion. Addicted to getting punished by his cock.
His rock-hard glans slammed downward, hammering her cervix like it would shatter it. Her belly bulged visibly along his shaft's length, the outline stark against her taut muscles and protective layer of fat.
"Lift those hips, Bella."
"Ahk, h-hee, it's too much...! Too hard, ooh...! Hot, ahk...!"
"Ha, seriously..."
He raised his palm and smacked her ass.
Smack...!
A sharp crack echoed as a red handprint bloomed on her pale skin.
"Heeek...!!"
Pain mingled with pleasure, her waist arching deeper, hips lifting. Her pussy muscles clenched tight around his cock in response.
"Good girl, that's more like it."
Hips up, pussy squeezing, and that crisp handfeel—plus the cute moans Bella rarely let slip. One stone, four birds?
"My wife's ass was just made for spanking."
"F-Fuck you, haht! Hngh."
Good—now the other cheek. Smack...!
"Kyaaak...?!"
"Why curse when you're loving it? Makes me wanna spank you more."
He kept slapping her ass while thrusting relentlessly. Driving deep, he rocked her pussy fast from behind. Every time her ass dipped from the pleasure, his palm cracked down. Smack...!
Her hips lifted with the sound. Splurt-splurt-splurt back and forth. His hands gripped and kneaded her cheeks firmly.
"Ahk, ahngh, you bastard...! Ahk, gonna cum again...!"
"Already?"
"I-It's too much...! You fucker...! Ngh, hngk, ah, aaaah...!"
Five climaxes already, after he'd just started pounding. He felt his own release building.
"Fine, I'll cum with you."
"Y-Yes, haht...! Do it, yes...! Inside, cum inside...!"
"Obviously."
He gripped her hips tight, slamming his cock deep and pulling out fully in brutal rhythm. Her pussy ridges milked his shaft from base to tip, the building pressure intensifying.
Thwack, thwud, thwuud...!
"Ahk, haag...! Hot...! Oooh, ohooooh...!"
Bella's waist twisted, her head dipping forward. He yanked her hair back hard.
"Haaaahk...!"
Pulling strong lifted her torso. He grabbed her breast, arm bracing her body. His other hand shifted from hair to throat, squeezing as he commanded.
"Bella, tongue out."
She obeyed, sticking her tongue out flat. He layered his over hers, sucking and twisting in a lewd, tongue-only kiss.
"Heok, ahk...! Heeng, hek...!"
Slurp, sluuuurp...!
Drool dripped from their tongues, trickling into the deep valley of her ample breasts.
Squeeze...!
Her pussy clamped down viciously.
"C-Cumming...!"
A jet shot forward. His cock erupted in response—spuuurt...!
Spuuurt-! Spuuuurt-! Gulp, gulp, glug.
Cum flooded her womb, overflowing despite the tight fit. White seed leaked from their joined lips by the time he released her.
"Ahk, haht.... Hnguuu......"
Her body collapsed forward limply.
"Heeek, hek.... Heung...."
"Take a breather?"
"Haa....... Ahk."
She panted, face buried in the sheets. He draped over her, nuzzling into her red hair. His cock still buried deep, it pulsed out the last remnants into her urethra.
Her pussy milked him greedily in response, squeezing and releasing to wring him dry. Of course, he stayed hard. It was only round one, after all...
"Hnguuuup-."
Her intense scent from her hair only aroused him more.
"......What're you doing?"
"Smelling my wife."
"You pervert! Don't sniff me?!"
"Why not? Smells great."
"I-It does not, you perv, it's embarrassing..."
She flushed, squirming shyly. He hugged her tight, whispering in her ear until she mumbled and buried her face in the sheets again. These rare glimpses of her were adorable.
Still holding her close, he murmured her name softly.
"Bella."
"What? Why call me like that, all sappy and gross."
Her gruff reply shattered the mood. He pressed his lips shut.
......
......Dead.
While Bella was being thoroughly tamed in Ian's room by his hands...
Dina was chatting with Cheong-ah in her own room.
It started with a simple apology. Even if she'd fallen for Bella's prank, exposing Cheong-ah's private life so brazenly was undeniably her fault. Cheong-ah accepted the straightforward apology without excuses gracefully.
"Forgive me, you rascal. This body committed a grave error. Even ten mouths couldn't justify it... but can you find it in your heart to forgive me? If you wish, this body shall disrobe before you as well."
"No need for Dina to strip. I don't have the weird hobby of ogling my comrades' naked bodies."
"I-Is that so? Then how might this body earn your forgiveness..."
"You fell for Bella's prank from the start, didn't you? I've already forgiven you, so stop. Besides, I didn't come to talk just to get an apology from you."
"My thanks for your mercy. Hm, then what did you wish to discuss with this body, rascal?"
Cheong-ah smiled faintly at Dina's question.
The reason she'd come to Dina's room, saying she had something to talk about—it concerned Ian and Dina's relationship.
Cheong-ah, with her sharp jealousy...
'Not that I'm thrilled about it...'
But it was inevitable anyway.
"Dina, from now on..."
As Cheong-ah's words continued, Dina's eyes began to tremble violently.