7. Not a Parasite, a Pillar Husband.
Smack—smooch—.
"Eek, wait a sec... Husband. No, not now. I'm... on my period."
Period, my ass. Cheong-ah could actually regulate her bodily functions with mana, so she never had actual blood flow like other women did during that time. Thanks to her mana, she didn't even ovulate—instead, her eggs stayed preserved inside her. Sure, when those days rolled around, her temperament might get a bit prickly, or she'd feel some minor pain... but that was it. No pregnancy worries, either.
So this was just Cheong-ah's shy little excuse.
"I know. You think I don't know your cycle? If you really hated it, you could just use your mana to shove me off. Right?"
"H-How could I... use mana on you, my husband? Hnngh. Your wife... ahn. Isn't that kind of disrespectful wife. Ungh."
"Then just stay still. I don't mind."
I claimed her lips again, my hands swiftly hiking up her thin white undergarments. True to her meticulous nature, even with her clothes all disheveled, the sash was still neatly tied—I tugged it loose and peeled the fabric away.
Cheong-ah's half-naked body came into view. Breasts so explosively full that "bursting" didn't even cover it, ones I never tired of no matter how often I saw them. A smooth, toned abdomen with just the slightest, adorable pooch at the lower belly; a waist so flawless you couldn't pinch an ounce of fat. Hips perfectly wide for easy childbirth. And clinging to those hips, a pair of thin white panties. Way skimpier and narrower than the traditional bloomers she usually wore.
These are the ones I bought her... right?
Back then, seeing her strut around in those old-school Joseon-era undies had sparked this urge to gift my lover something sexier. I'd gone to the market myself and picked them out. She'd protested that such indecent things weren't for her and stuck to her bloomers most days... so why was she wearing these today?
"...Cheong-ah, be honest. You wore these hoping I'd come up here, didn't you?"
"Eek, no. These were the only ones left clean."
She dodged my eyes at my probing question. But with her apple-cheeked, porcelain-pale skin, the flush creeping up her ears made her embarrassment crystal clear.
"Really? I hope you're not lying to me right now. You sure?"
"...You're so mean, husband. Saying it like that makes it impossible to hide."
"So, I was right? Or not?"
"...Yes. Right. I changed into them hoping you'd come up."
Cheong-ah nodded, mumbling just loud enough to hear. She wasn't the aegyo type, but this gap—her subtle seduction mixed with bashfulness—drove me wild. My cock was already throbbing, tenting my pants fiercely. It bucked like it was begging to be freed, but I held back the impulse. Rushing in hornily wasn't sex; it was just rutting. Not that I hated rutting like some animal... but that could wait.
I clasped one of her hands and slowly brought my lips to the nape of her neck.
Smack—smooch—slurp—.
"Haah... Nn... Husband, if you suck my neck like that... it'll leave marks again."
"That's the point. Proof that you're mine."
"...Eek, y-yes."
I licked and sucked the delicate skin of her throat, drawing out a low, resonant moan. One final hard suck left a red hickey, then I trailed lower.
"Haah... Eek. Ahng... Husband."
One in the deep hollow of her collarbone. Three along her upper breasts.
"Hngh... Feels good... Ahnng."
A little further down. My lips brushed soft areolae. So vulgarly large, totally at odds with Cheong-ah's pure looks. Her skin was flawlessly smooth everywhere except her hands, but those generous areolas matched her massive tits perfectly—plush and velvety.
"Every time I see them, Cheong-ah's here are so damn slutty."
"Th-that's... but my breasts are huge, what can I do?"
"Not complaining. In fact..."
I love how slutty they feel. And it wasn't just the big areolas—the nipples were huge too, and inverted to boot. The pinnacle of lewdness her bountiful chest could offer.
I grabbed the sides of her breasts with both hands, mashing them together. Burying my face in the cleavage, I inhaled deeply. Her rich, feminine scent filled my lungs.
"Hnnngh...!"
"Eek, h-hus... band."
"Cheong-ah smell. So good."
"Seriously..."
I hooked my thumbs into the centers of her areolas, prodding the cute, hidden inverted nipples. The firm, bumpy-yet-yielding texture from within.
"Ahak... Hn, aah! Husband, that's too... hn. Sensitive... Ahng."
"You like it here, don't you, Cheong-ah?"
"N-no! I don't. Hn... Hate it, ung...!"
"No lying, remember."
"Aaang... Not... lying...!"
I nudged her thighs apart with my knee. Her panties were soaked through from just that bit of nipple play.
"Heek...?!"
"Then what's all this wetness?"
I could feel her juices seeping through onto my pants.
"Ung, blood maybe? It's... my period."
Still clinging to that excuse, huh? I feigned anger, dead serious.
"...If I check and it's not, you're in big trouble."
"Big trouble? Oh my... How big?"
"Uh, well?"
Her eyes sparkled mischievously, throwing me off. I hadn't actually planned the punishment...
"Spank your ass?"
"You do that all the time anyway."
Her lips pouted. Oh, right. But with that moon-round ass jiggling right there, holding back felt like torture. No mere mortal like me could resist.
"Then what would you like?"
"...Dunno."
"Tell me, Cheong-ah. What punishment do you want?"
She cast her eyes downward shyly, whispering low as her cheeks burned.
"That thing... you did before. The mating... whatever you called it."
"Mating? Oh, mating press? You liked that?"
"...Dunno. Stop asking. It's embarrassing."
She buried her face in my chest. I chuckled at her cuteness and stripped off my clothes right there. Any longer, and my cock would've ripped through my pants.
It sprang free at last, twitching hard in the open air. Cheong-ah's gaze flicked to it.
Gulp.
I pretended not to notice, settling between her legs.
"Alright, time to check if Cheong-ah lied."
"I didn't... lie. Nn."
I slowly untied the strings at her hips and slipped off her panties. Then, mock surprise.
"Huh, you're right? It is blood? Cheong-ah didn't lie?"
Lie, of course. It was sticky arousal coating the fabric. Falling for it, Cheong-ah bolted upright, eyes wide.
"What?! No way! There's no blood! Ah...?"
"Yeah, not blood."
At my grin, shame flooded her face.
"Eek, h-husband. You tricked me."
"Sorry, hehe."
Tears welled in her humiliated eyes. She yanked the blanket I'd tossed aside and threw it over her head, yelling.
"Forget it! Bad husband!"
But it only covered her head and upper body. Her lower belly and legs stayed exposed—meaning her dripping, lewd pussy was right there in front of me.
I caught on to her game and played dumb, reciting like a textbook.
"Aw, Cheong-ah's mad. Guess I have no choice."
"...Hmph, hnngh."
A sniffle from under the blanket. I gripped my cock and pressed the tip to her entrance.
"Ung...!"
No thrusting in—just rubbing the glans up and down her folds, careful and teasing.
Squelch-squelch. Her slick coated my tip.
Squish-squish—.
"Ung, ahn... Hnngh... Nn."
"Fuu..."
Battling the urge to plunge in, I kept grinding. Her soaked outer and inner lips, so soft and wet. Amid her slutty female musk, I barely held my sanity.
Squish-squish—.
"Ung, ahn... Hn."
The glans grazed up and down. Her stiff clit bumped my slit, sending dizzying pleasure through me. Same for her—a big moan escaped.
"Kuh...!"
"Aaang...!"
But soon muffled, like she was clamping her mouth shut.
"Mmph... Mph."
I teased her pussy like that for ages, just rubbing my cock against it. A soft voice finally drifted from under the blanket.
"H-hus... band. Hn. Ahn."
"Speak, Cheong-ah. I'm listening."
"...I... surrender. Hn."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, so stop teasing... Ung. Hurry...!"
"Hm. Now I don't wanna."
"Wha—?"
"Say something dirty, Cheong-ah. Like I taught you before."
"Eek. What're you talking about? I can't say that."
"Fine, I'll put my pants back on then."
"...So mean."
As I pretended to stand and dress, her hand shot out from under the blanket. She spread her legs wide, pulling her pussy lips apart.
And from within: "Ch-Cheong-ah's pussy... wants to mate with husband. So, uh, hurry and...!"
She trailed off, forgetting the word. I waited, and finally, strained words burst out.
"Hurry and fuck me...!"