5. Ju Cheong-ah (Royal Capital Hotel)
Ian spread Cheong-ah's legs wide on either side, draping them over his thighs. Squelch…
"Ha-ut…."
The thick glans parted her pussy lips, forcing them open. Sticky, viscous love juices trickled down along his shaft.
"Cheong-ah, look over there."
He nodded toward the mirror in front of them. At the sight of her own naked form reflected back, Cheong-ah's face flushed a lovely crimson.
"Husband, it's embarrassing."
But she didn't cover her face with her hands. Her arms stayed raised behind her, wrapped around his neck.
"You're just too pretty."
"Husband really is a total pervert."
Squelch.
"Yeah, I know."
Lowering her body bit by bit, he pushed his cock deeper into her pussy. Perhaps because of the orgasm she'd just had, it was fully relaxed up to the depth his fingers had reached. But regrettably, the inner walls remained tense, not yet ready to take him fully. Slick with her juices, but still tight. Squelch.
By simple calendar count, it had been just under four months. Countless times he'd savored this pussy with his cock without rest, yet the depths still hadn't molded fully to him. Come to think of it, it wasn't even a full four months—Aria's princess escort quest had kept them apart for about a month, so this pussy hadn't been used in that time.
"Ahk…."
He paused his movements. Thrusting in right now might cause her needless pain. His excitement was mounting, making him impatient, but deep down, he didn't want to hurt Cheong-ah.
Waiting for her pussy to adjust to his cock, he felt the walls around his glans gradually loosen.
"Huu-eup…."
As his cock slid in, Cheong-ah bit her lower lip. "Uhk…."
A faint moan escaped through her lips, her brows furrowing slightly. She twisted her eyebrows upward and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Cheong-ah, does it hurt?"
"No. It's not pain… ha. It's just sensitive from before… because Husband's putting his cock in."
"Yeah? But this says you're happy."
He placed his palm lightly on her quivering lower belly and buried his face in her nape. Some unwashed soap foam clung to her skin, a minor annoyance, but with his arousal at full throttle, he barely noticed. The fragrance from the foam blended sweetly with Cheong-ah's natural scent, tickling his nose.
You know that feeling? When shampoo or body wash smells so sweetly fruity that you suddenly crave actual fruit right after showering. Saliva pooled in his mouth from that intoxicating aroma. But it wasn't about treating Cheong-ah like fruit to devour—no, though he did want to devour her, in a different sense entirely.
If he had to explain, it was greed. Possessiveness. A primal urge to leave unmistakable marks proving she was his.
Crunch.
He bit gently into her nape—not hard enough to hurt—and pulled her body tighter against him.
"Haa-at… H-Husband…."
Teeth sinking into her flesh, imprinting marks. Her moan tickling his ear. The softness transmitted through her skin. Cheong-ah was his woman.
"It's too… big… ha."
"What, saying it like it's new."
"But Husband's cock is always… so… big… ahk…."
Music to any man's ears. Now fully relaxed and slick, her pussy molded to his shape as he delved deeper. Her tight inner walls stretched to accommodate his length, the firm cervix nudged upward by his glans. When his cock finally buried to the hilt inside her, Cheong-ah's thighs trembled violently.
A low, whimpering moan. She whispered,
"Haat… It's all in."
"Did it hurt?"
"As if. Ha. Like I said, it's not pain… your cock just feels so… huuu."
Cheong-ah unwound her arms from his neck, arching back. She stroked his cheek buried in her nape with her palm, rubbing her face against his.
"…Feels good. What about you, Husband? Does your wife's depths feel good?"
"Yeah, feels great for me too."
"Husband. Kiss. So… kiss me."
Cheong-ah quite liked kissing. She pulled his head gently, bringing their lips together. Responding, he began moving his hips slowly.
Squelch.
Her body lifted lightly with the motion, the base of his cock emerging from her gripping, slick pussy.
"Hak…."
Wrapping both arms around her, one hand cupped her breast, the other slid down to her pussy.
"A-eung… hu-eung… mm."
Her pubic hair was so sparse it was barely there. Above her spread pussy, her clit—small as a pea—stood swollen and red.
"Eut… ha. H-Husband. Ha-at."
Her clit glistened with juices. He rubbed it gently with his fingertip.
Squish-squish.
"Aaaang… ha… ha-eung…."
At the same time, his cock plunged back in. Cheong-ah's hips began rocking in response, back and forth.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
"Haat… hak… hu-eut. Aaaang…."
Her moist flesh clenched around him, spasming as it squeezed his cock hard. Her body shivered faintly. After just a few thrusts, she hit a mild climax.
"What, I haven't even cum once and you're already going? Without a word?"
Looking into her eyes in the mirror, she averted her gaze, tilting her head down slightly and shaking it.
"Huu… Sorry, Husband…."
"Cheong-ah, with sex after so long, did you forget our promise? You said you'd properly say when you cum."
"Ah… r-right?"
"Forgot?"
She nodded instead of answering. He grinned.
"Then you broke our promise, so time for punishment."
"…Yes. Got it."
She nodded again. Her ears flushed deeper at "punishment." In a wet, shy, vulgar whisper, she said,
"P-Please punish this foolish wife's inadequate pussy for breaking her promise to Husband like an idiot."
"Alright, then…."
Now it was time for beastly rutting fueled purely by possessiveness and lust—no more tender lovemaking.
§
The bathtub steamed with hot water. Ian closed the lid and pointed at it.
"Grab the tub and stick your ass out back."
"…Yes."
Obeying his command, Cheong-ah gripped the tub and thrust her hips back, presenting herself. Her slender frame bore plump, childbearing hips utterly at odds with her delicacy. At the center of that lovely flesh, her slightly parted pussy dripped love juices.
"Ready for punishment, Husband…."
At her words, he stepped behind her and pressed his cock to her entrance.
Squish-squish. Her body jolted as he rubbed.
"Hii-it…?!"
"Feeling it already?"
"N-No, hu-eup…?!"
Before she could finish, he slammed in. Already loosened from before, her pussy took him to the root in one go.
Squelch…!
"Haa-at, huk…."
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
Grabbing her firm ass, he thrust his hips.
"Not cumming too easily on your own?"
"Haaang… y-yes… aaang… eut. Haak… but Husband's cock… eut. Keeps grazing the good spots… ha. Ha-at."
The blissful clench of her climaxing pussy. Each thrust spread her narrow walls, pressing weak spots as he buried deep.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch.
"Ahak… ha. Ha-at… H-Husband. Ha. Gonna… cum…."
"Just starting… fine, cum if you want."
"Nehet… th-thank youuu…."
Her faint moan echoed softly.
……Not yet.
He sped up.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
Slap…! Slap…!
"Huk…?! Ha… hu-eut… huk…! Too… intense… eup!"
His hips slammed into her plump ass, sending waves through her flesh with lewd slaps each time.
"Ha-eup… eup, ha-uu-eup…!"
One hand gripped the tub tight; the other clamped over her mouth. Cheong-ah's habit. She believed moaning loudly during sex was vulgar for a wife, a woman. So whenever her voice rose with arousal, she'd unconsciously stifle it.
"Ha… hu-eup, hu-vut… ha… H-Husband, I… again…."
"Cumming extra fast today? Pussy gotten too loose?"
"Th-That's… too much. Eut. Ha-at."
Despite wielding that mighty sword so masterfully. The fearsome Ju Cheong-ah had such a pathetic pussy.
"But you're feeling it way too much."
"It's been… uu-eung… so long… with Husband… eung. That's why… ahu…."
"I haven't cum even once yet, you know?"
"Please… be patient… huk."
Of course, stifling her moans lasted only so long.
Splash…! Splash…!
Squelch, squelch, squelch…!!
"Huu-eut…! Hak, haaaaang…! Aaang…! H-Husband, ha…! Too… rough…! Aaaang…!"
Grabbing her waist harder, pounding faster—she couldn't hold back, her moans bursting free.
Faster, even faster.
"Aaaang…! Haang…! Husband, ang…! Can't… can't take it…! Too… ha…! Aaaaang…! C-Cumming…! Again, h-hyaaaaang…!"
He rammed into her depths…!
Squish-squish-squish……!!
"Hii-ik…! Ha, hu-kit…! Hya-aak…! Please… please…! I was wrong…!! I'll keep… the promise…!!"
Another shuddering climax, her hands instinctively pushing at his stomach. He didn't budge—instead, he grabbed her hands, interlocking fingers.
"Aaaat…! Ang…! Hit, it's breaking… breaking…! Husband, my pussy…! It's gonna break, aaa-at…!!"
Pulling her up by their clasped hands, lifting her torso. His cock drove even deeper.
"Breaking…! Stop, stooop…! Too much, Husband, hik…! No, nooo…! Aaaaaa…!!"
Her cervix ground against his glans, pushed higher with each invasion.
"Aaaa…! At…! Ahak…! Haaaaang…! Hak…!"
"Doon't… doon't know…! Don't like it, don't… it's good, so good…! Please stop…!"
His balls tightened. Climax approached.
"Gonna cum soon, Cheong-ah…!"
"Aaaaaang…!!"
Thrusting deep, he folded over her slender body, pinning her down. His urethra swelled.
Spurt-spurt-spurt…! Splurt…!
Glurk-glurk-glurk-glurk.
Thick semen flooded out, battering her cervix and filling her pussy. So much that it leaked around his cock, mixing with her juices and dripping down.
Cheong-ah collapsed over the tub lid, trembling all over.
"Heuu… hek… please… forgive me now… forgive the cock. My pussy's… ruined…."
Her lovely face was wrecked—tears, snot, tongue lolling, drool spilling. Yet it only looked erotic, not ugly.
Holding her tight through his full release. Feeling his cock harden again at her debauched state.
"Cheong-ah."
"…Ha?! H-Husband."
Her dazed eyes refocused at his call; she shook her head frantically.
"N-No. Husband, um, y-yes. I'll… do it with my mouth. Okay? No more pussy…."
Her uncharacteristic begging, even coquettish, made him chuckle.
"No."
"Nooo…."
Pinned under him, she stretched her arms forward, trying to flee. No escape, of course. He crushed her body down.
That day, the tub water cooled and reheated countless times. Through those long hours, Cheong-ah never escaped his embrace.