7. Not a Parasite, It's a Pillar Husband.
Smack—slurp.... Ian and Cheong-ah locked lips again, pulling apart only to dive back in, their kiss thick and syrupy with passion. They sucked on each other's tongues, devoured lips, and swapped saliva in the messy, intimate tangle of lovers lost in the moment. Ian's tongue slipped gently from Cheong-ah's mouth. She gazed at him longingly, extending her own tongue as if to coax it back.
"Ah...."
A soft sigh laced with disappointment. But it quickly melted into heated excitement. Ian's tongue trailed to her neck, lapping at the fresh kiss marks and bite indents he'd left earlier. A satisfied smile curved his lips as he caressed her body with reverent strokes. Smack—suck—smack. Collarbone, cleavage.
"Mmm, hngh...."
Just as he moved toward her armpit, a small hand pushed lightly against his forehead. Cheong-ah flashed a coy smile.
"Didn't I say that spot's off-limits before, hubby?"
"...Got it."
Reluctantly giving in, Ian shifted to other areas. Between her ribs. Breasts, areolae, nipples. The texture of her supple skin under his tongue and lips—soft and pristine from their recent shower, utterly tasteless—felt like sweet ice cream melting in his mouth. He savored every inch, licking her from head to toe. His tongue drifted lower, reaching her solar plexus, then inching down, down.
It glided along the defined ridges of her eleven-pack abs, dipping into the single deep line of her V-cut. He gathered saliva in his mouth and plunged his tongue into her cute little navel. Drool trickled down from the tip.
Cheong-ah yelped in shock.
"How is even your navel so pretty, Cheong-ah?"
"Hee, eek...? H-Hubby, wait—not there...! It's dirty!"
"Dirty? There's no smell at all. Forgot how well I cleaned it for you?"
"B-But... hngh. The navel... mmph. S-Stop it."
Smack—he sucked hard on it, then peeked his head just below her breasts and said,
"Not a navel. A belly pussy."
Cheong-ah blinked in confusion at his bizarre words. But Ian jabbed his index finger into her navel, declaring firmly,
"...Huh? P-Pussy's way lower...."
"No, this is a pussy too. It's a hole, right? Every naughty spot on your body is a pussy."
"Hngh...? What do you... ahng...?!"
Prod-prod. His thick finger delved into her tiny navel. Slick with his saliva, it squelched like a pussy drenched in arousal.
"Ngh, ang.... Aang. N-No... hate it...."
Her belly tugged strangely at his finger, but the rising heat drowned out any resistance. She writhed helplessly in his grasp.
"See? You're feeling it here too, so it's a pussy, isn't it?"
"Nghh, y-yes.... Please stop, hubby. Hngh... Feels weird."
"Stop? You're already soaking it up. So lewd, my Cheong-ah."
"Hngh, I-I'm not... aang. Nooo...! Hnght."
Cheong-ah shook her head frantically at his low murmur. She wanted to grab his hand and make him stop teasing her navel, but her arms went limp from the relentless stimulation. Her mouth said stop, no, it's weird, but her body betrayed her utterly.
In the end, both her hands were pinned by one of his. Ian neatly folded her arms above her solar plexus.
"Haangh, stop, please stop. Hubby, aaah..!"
"Thought your pussy was the only weak spot, but this one's pathetic too."
"Hngh, hnght...! No, nooo. Not thereee...."
Realizing resistance was futile, Cheong-ah whipped her head side to side, pleading with him. But Ian just grinned, clearly enjoying her desperation.
"Keep fighting like that, and I wanna torment you more."
His index finger kept prodding her navel while his thumb extended downward. An inch below. It pressed firmly into the soft lower belly—plump with protective fat over her womb despite her chiseled abs. The pressure crushed inward, kneading her uterus.
Cheong-ah's hips bucked upward.
"Hee, hiiiinghh..!"
But Ian's other hand pinned her solar plexus, slamming her back to the bed before she could thrash. A weak climax rippled through her. Too faint. Not enough to call it a real peak. The denied release only amplified her lust, lingering like a fever.
"Huu, hngh...."
Her body burned hotter. The hottest spot? Undoubtedly the aching hole between her legs. In a husky, needy voice, she called to him.
I can't take it anymore.
"H-Hubby...."
Come on, hurry. Quick. Fuck me. Her legs twisted in frustration. Meeting her desperate gaze, Ian leaned in for a light peck on her lips, chuckling softly.
"Not yet."
Despair flickered in her eyes. Not yet?
"W-Why...?"
"Gotta pay for teasing me earlier."
"E-Eh.... Can't we call it even?"
I already came once. How much more are you gonna torture me? This is too much. Her eyes begged silently. Ian ignored it, yanking his finger from her navel with a pop, then seized her thighs and spread them wide.
Finally...? Hope flared in Cheong-ah. But Ian dashed it, burying his face indifferently between her legs. His nose brushed her sparse pubic hair, and he inhaled deeply—sniiiif.
A musky, enticing scent. Tongue lolling out, he began lapping at her pussy slowly.
"W-Wai... heek...?!"
He started at her protruding clit—the tiny nub smaller than a pinky nail, buried in its hood. Tapping it with his tongue tip, he quickly peeled back the hood.
"Huuht...."
The exposed pink pearl. Ian flicked his tongue rapidly over it—lick-lick-lick.
"Hee, heek.... Hak, aaaang..! Mmmph..!"
Climax building again. Cheong-ah clutched her head.
"Gonna... cum."
Her voice trembled, suppressed. Ian didn't stop, tormenting her clit with his tongue tip. Squiiiish. Her hands gripped his hair, shoving his face against her pussy as her body quaked.
"Hiiiiinghh..!"
On the brink. And—stop.
"Huh, huueh.... H-Hubby...?"
Dazed murmur. As she called out, Ian shifted, licking her inner thighs and groin instead—away from the clit.
"Ngh, ngha...."
No direct clit play. He focused on less sensitive spots. It only made her burn hotter, her frustration mounting.
"Hak," Why just the edges this time...? Her lust crested higher. She even started resenting him for the tease. Unable to endure, she whispered through gritted teeth,
"Hubby.... huu.... Inside too... inside...."
No answer. Instead, his tongue plunged into her sopping inner labia—straight to her vaginal entrance.
Twitch! Ah, ngh, ah—!
"Haaaaah..!"
Peak surging. Hips bucking—then his tongue withdrew with a pop.
"Eh...?"
Again...? Her eyes glazed toward him. Ian smirked. Before she could speak, he resumed—thighs and outer labia.
"Hngh, ngh, mmph..!"
Building again. Stop.
"Th-This is...! Hubby, why do you keep...!"
Again. Again. Again.
"Aaangh, hak..! Stop.
"Uuuuugh..! Stop.
"Aaaaaah..! Stop.
One last direct touch—right before climax, then nothing. "So mean, so mean." Endless indirect teasing.
"Ngh, ngha...."
If he's gonna do this, might as well... As he repeated the edging endlessly, her body ignited. Finally, her hand drifted down to touch herself—but
"No."
Ian slapped it away, interlacing their fingers and pinning both hands. Then back to tongue torment.
How long did it go on? Her mind fogged, filled with one burning wish: to cum properly, fully. Then—it stopped.
Ian slid his body between her legs. His cock, leaking precum furiously, slapped heavy against her pussy and up to her belly. The tip rested just above her navel. Precum mixed with her sweat, trickling into the dip.
Gulp. Cheong-ah's eyes burned into his shaft, then up to his face. Hurry, hurry, hurry... Her glare was molten need.
Still holding hands, Ian released hers with a soft smile.
"Good girl, held out well."
"Hubby, hngh.... Hurry.... now. Quick...."
Grind-grind. She rolled her hips—the only part she could move—begging him.
"Don't rush me. Makes me wanna tease more."
"...So mean."
After endless torment, pure plea. Ian admired her cuteness, then pulled his hips back, aligning his cock downward. And...
"Since you want it so bad, I'll give it to you."
"Ah, aaaah.... Hubby."
"But lie again, and I'll edge you more. Got it?"
"Y-Yes.... I won't. No lies."
Squelch. Her pussy, flooded beyond dripping, welcomed his glans. Finally!
Spluuuurt..!
"Hahhhuuuuuuugh?!?!"
He rammed deep in one thrust. Past the entrance, through the walls, to her cervix. Her inner pussy stretched along his length, walls crushed and expanded by his girth.
"Hik, hik... Heek, hrgh, hngh...?!"
His glans battered her womb, shoving it upward past her navel. The pent-up sensitivity exploded into mind-shattering orgasm. Pleasure crashed like a tsunami, numbing her brain.
Spluuurt..! Splurt! Splish...! Spluuuurt..!
"Hiiiii―――――?!"
Between clit and entrance, her urethra spasmed, squirting clear fluid. It soaked Ian's abs, splashed to his jaw and neck, dripping down his chest.
Shudder-shudder. Trembling uncontrollably. Cheong-ah's vision blurred, mind fracturing into haze. Her body, impaled fully on his cock, rode the womb-pounding orgasm until the quakes subsided.
She felt like an idiot. Cock, cock, cock. Ian's face loomed above, reflected in her unfocused eyes. Aah, ah... This wasn't the end. Far from it.
"Now I'll move, Cheong-ah."
The real fun was just beginning.