7. Not a Parasite, a Pillar Husband.
“Ahhk, hng, heuk…! Aaaaahhh…!!”
Squish—slosh—slosh—slosh…!!!!
I thrust my cock deep into Cheong-ah's body over and over, ravaging her. I grab both her legs, hooking them over my shoulders one by one, and press my body forward.
“Cheong-ah, Cheong-ah…!”
“Aang…! Husband, husband…! Ang, haang…!”
Again and again, relentlessly. My cock plunges into her pussy. Her voice calling my name only fuels my arousal, driving my pistoning hips harder.
“How's it feel with my cock stuffed inside you, Cheong-ah? Good?”
“It feels good, so gooood…! Husband, your cock…! It feels amazing, so much…! Ahhk!”
“How good? Tell me. Be honest.”
“Eut, heuk…. It's so big…! Ung…. Every time it stabs in, hng. My pussy…! Haang…. Feels like it's gonna shatter. Ahht….”
“Doesn't that hurt, then?”
“No, it doesn't…. I love it. So gooood…. Husband, your cock…. Squeezing my pussy tight like that, I love it…. Hng, my head goes all white, aaaah…. I turn into a dumb idiot who can't think of anything. Aaaaang!”
As if obeying my command—not quite a command—to never lie, Cheong-ah pants out her honest words.
“So it's just my cock you like?”
“I like you too, husband, I like yooou…! Hng, I don't know. Now it's unng…! Embarrassing. Haang…!”
Dozens, hundreds of piston thrusts make her body twist, her full, heaving breasts jiggling in a mesmerizing display.
Even before the shower, I'd already cum inside her five times or more, claiming her body. Yet my cock shows no sign of tiring, sliding in and out of her depths, determined to make every inch of her utterly mine.
Squelch—squelch—splorch…!!
“Aang…! Hng, haaaang…!”
“You're mine. Cheong-ah, right?”
“Yes, yeees…. Cheong-ah is husband's……. Yours…!”
Mine. Yes, Cheong-ah is mine. Her pussy, her tits, her body, her mind. I etch it into her again. Even though she's already mine, I leave fresh proof.
Deep inside her body—. All the way into her pussy's depths. Starting at her cervix, I flood her womb with my seed, painting it white. That primal instinct drives me to slam my cock into her pussy again and again.
“This squeezing pussy, these huge tits you always hide away…! All mine.”
Squiiiish—. I grab her massive breasts, squeezing them like I'm wringing them out. Red handprints bloom on her tits.
Slurch—slurch—sluuuurp…!
“Yes, yeees…! Cheong-ah's pussy, tits, hng…! Womb too, all husband's…!”
Every thrust disrupts her breathing. Her pussy clenches tight around my cock but feels impossibly soft.
“Haht, love it…! Husband, more, more…!”
I bend her waist further, gripping her marked-up tits, and spread my mouth wide. At the tips of her breasts, her nipples stand erect, proudly announcing their presence. Sunken nipples that pop out when she's aroused—obnoxiously erotic. I bite down, taking nipple and areola in one mouthful, licking them with my tongue.
“Aaaang…! Love it, my tits, love it…! Hnggg…!”
Cheong-ah always pretends she doesn't, plays coy, but after months of ravaging her body hundreds of times, I know. This is one of her main erogenous zones. She loves it when I torment her huge areolas and nipples, as lewd as the tits themselves.
“Aaaaang…! Gonna cum. Husband, hng…!”
“Yeah, go ahead. Cheong-ah…! Cum for me, let it all out…!”
Squiiiish—! Trembling pussy flesh spasms.
“Ahhuuuuuu…!!”
Her climaxing pussy squirts again, mixing with sweat. But I haven't cum yet. For some reason, I have no intention of stopping or holding back.
I push her legs further, pressing my body closer, rising up. Her flexible body bends double with her legs on my shoulders.
“Hng, hngk…. Hus, husband…? Th-this position…. Hng, no, nooo.”
“It'll work.”
This is the mating press. Cheong-ah's favorite position for true, deep breeding.
“I-I just came, husband. I came right now…. If you do this too…!”
“I haven't cum yet.”
I answer firmly to her shaking head in ecstasy, then slam my cock down from above.
Sluuuuuurp…!
My cock buries impossibly deep.
“Haaaaaaaang……!!”
Her smooth lower belly bulges out, matching my cock's shape exactly. I pound mercilessly like a hammer.
Splat—splat—splat—splat—!!!
“Aang…! Ang, aaht…! Hak…! Breaking, it's breaking. My pussy's breaking…! No, no, nooo…! Aaaaaah…!!”
Primal rutting driven by desire. To an outsider, it might look like rape, so ruthless. I don't stop, slamming into her pussy, claiming her relentlessly.
Thwack—thud—thwaaack…! Thud—!
“Hng, hngt…! Gonna die…! Hak…! Husband, unghng…! I-I already…! Ahhuuuut…!”
Her ass cheeks ripple with every thrust. Her belly bulges, flattens, repeats.
“It's fine, cum as much as you want. After all, Cheong-ah's pussy……!”
Sluuuuuurp—!!!
“Hyaaaaaaaang…!?!”
“Is a worthless slut hole…!”
My throat burns; my once-clear voice turns hoarse. Cheong-ah's pretty voice can't be ruined like this. I activate my recovery ability, bending deeper to kiss her. I heal only the inside of her vocal cords. No other wounds—I leave my marks untouched. The proof she's mine stays forever.
“Unhbluuu…!”
My cock drives even deeper; her waist flops up and down. Crushed under me, of course. I pull away from the kiss—her throat stings a bit, but it's fine. Pain like this is familiar now.
Tear-filled eyes, wet with ecstasy. So lovable.
Squelch—squelch—!! I keep thrusting, hands planted beside her head.
“I love you, Ju Cheong-ah. So damn much.”
“Ahhk…! Aang, ang…! Yes, me too, me too…! Haaaaang…!”
Sticky, slick love juices. Soft, loosened pussy walls. Yet her entrance clamps down hard. I unleash my seed—no, all the pent-up instincts—into her depths.
Spurt—spurt, spluuuurt…!
But my cock still rages on.
“Hng, hngt… Hus, husband. Let me rest a bit now. My pussy…. It's burning. Sh-should we shower? I'm all sweaty.”
“Sorry, Cheong-ah. No plans to stop.”
“Y-yes…? H-husband? W-wait a sec? Eh? Ehhh?”
Sluuuurp—.
“Hnguuut…?!”
Her eyelashes flutter. Cheong-ah seems to envision her future of being relentlessly fucked without resistance.
“This is punishment.”
“N-no, aht, aaht, aaaang…!”
I fuck Cheong-ah again—no, I breed her. Ravaging her. Endlessly, without pause.
“Hngh, hng…. Unhng….”
Until she passes out, eyes losing focus. No—even after she blacks out.
I keep going. And when she comes to.
“Hng, hngh? Eh? H-husband…. Aang…! Hnniiiing…!!”
All the resentment in my heart, everything weighing me down.
I pour it all into Cheong-ah. Along with my ever-growing love for her.
What the hell am I watching…?
From inside the closet, Bella's eyes trembled.
Ian's cock is that huge…?
Ian was fairly tall, but powerless without mana—his cock was impossibly thick and long, nothing like what she'd imagined from that weakling. Thick as a woman's wrist, it stretched Cheong-ah's pussy wide. Every plunge made her ass ripple.
Splash—splash—!
“Ahaang…! Ang…! Aaang…!”
Ian ravaged Cheong-ah like a man possessed. Sweat, pussy juices, and cum mingled in the air, wafting into the closet.
Hnggg….
Her body heated at the thick, lewd scent. Bella felt her womb tingle, her pussy grow slick.
“……Haa.”
Leaning against the closet wall, she slipped her hand into her pants.
Cheong-ah's moans echoed. Ian's cock driving her mad. Squish—. Slick juices coated her fingers.
“Eut…. Ng.”
She wasn't a stranger to masturbation. As a former princess turned mercenary, she'd seen plenty of blood on the battlefield. The adrenaline always built up, turning to raw lust after fights. She'd drown it in booze, but when that wasn't enough, she'd sneak off alone to a quiet room.
Squelch—squelch—.
“Haa…. Hat.”
Someone might assume her rough exterior hid promiscuity, but Bella was surprisingly strait-laced. As royalty, she knew the value of her virginity better than anyone. Still a virgin. The only men's hands she'd touched were the dead or those she was about to kill.
She'd raged at Ian stealing her first kiss—pure and innocent beneath the bravado.
“……Eut, hak.”
A moan slipped out. She bit her lip. Flick—. She grazes her clit. The hooded pearl throbs red, pushing free.
“Hnguu?!”
The moan bursts louder than expected. Not enough. She yanks up her shirt's hem, biting it to stifle herself. Her full breasts spill out—smaller than Cheong-ah's, but shapely and ample.
“Hngp…. Ungp, mm….”
She grabs her tits roughly. Squish—deep handprints form. Her thumb and index pinch her emerging clit.
“Hng…, hng, ungm.”
Twist—. She wrings it hard. Sharp pain mixes with ecstasy.
“Hngkuuuu…….”
Thus, Bella fills the closet with her scent, inhaling Cheong-ah's moans, Ian's grunts, and the obscene aroma.
After hours of relentless sex, in the late dawn. Exhausted, Ian cradles Cheong-ah tight and falls asleep.
Snore—.
Dead to the world, snoring away. Cheong-ah, utterly spent, lies limp in his arms, out cold.
Snooore—.
Her breathing steadies, calm. Then, once she's certain Ian's deep asleep—
Her eyes snap open.
“……Eut, my back.”
Her back aches sharply, sore from being bent double and pounded. Carefully, she pries his arms off and slips free.
“Mmm, Cheong-ah….”
Ian's sleepy mumble. She startles, then smiles in relief— just sleep-talk.
“Heehee….”
A happy giggle escapes. She clamps her lips shut.
“Eut…….”
No, this won't do. She bites her lip hard. Looking like she's totally fallen for her husband…. Of course, her feelings aren't fake. Ian had seeped into her heart like a drizzle, growing until he filled it. She was happy. But she couldn't afford happiness yet. Not when she hadn't even half-finished her goals. What right did she have to this luxury?
With sad eyes, she gazes at Ian, then turns to the closet.
Pat-pat— She picks up her scattered mourning clothes, slips them on, and flings open the closet door.
“U, uaah….”
Inside: Bella, of course. Heart nearly stopping at the sudden light, she meets Cheong-ah's cold, appraising gaze from bottom to top and grins awkwardly.
“H-ha… Hi?”
“……Shall we talk, Bella?”