Shattered Resistance: The Wife's Ultimate Degradation
Oh, so titfucking feels this incredible. It won't break. Resist. Resist. Resist. Resist. Resist. Resist. Resist...ing...
"Yes, I'll spread my pussy wide. I'll pull it open to the brink of tearing. I'll show you exactly how big my pussy is, Master."
No, no! Absolutely not! No! A scream that spat blood. But her mouth had already meekly repeated the humiliating command, and her body faithfully obeyed it.
With a swift motion, her hand yanked down her undergarments. She tossed them away like trash. Yang Yeon-hwi stood completely naked. The plump mound covered in pubic hair and the parted slit were starkly visible.
But that was just the beginning. She dropped to the floor and spread her legs wide apart. Her crotch was fully exposed in a posture no normal woman could ever assume in front of others. And naked, at that? Nothing but her splayed pussy filled the view.
If it had stopped there, it might have been somewhat bearable. But Yang Yeon-hwi's hands grasped the sides of her exposed outer labia and yanked them apart with all her strength. No, "yanked" wasn't quite right—it was more like ripping. Her pussy entrance stretched to its absolute limit. No sane woman would ever do such a thing, and the pain alone would make it impossible under normal circumstances.
Yet Yang Yeon-hwi couldn't even muster a feeble resistance; she was forced to perform this mad act.
"Hahaha! I thought you were just a good painter, Hwa-seon, but you've got another talent to boast about. Spreading that pussy hole nice and wide, clean and open. Hell, my head might even fit in there for a round trip."
Bang So-un laughed as he hurled the degrading mockery. It was half-joking, but not entirely empty words. A head might be pushing it, but Jang Il's pot-lid-sized fist could easily piston in and out instead of a cock—her pussy gaped that enormously.
"Uwaaaaaah! You bastard, ripping me to shreds... Cough, cough, cough!"
Ak Bul-beom's eyes rolled back at his wife's wretched sight, unleashing a torrent of murderous intent, but he couldn't even finish his sentence before erupting into violent coughs. Blood-flecked coughs. His internal injuries were worsening from the rage and humiliation. Anyone could see his death was hastening.
That was precisely the end Bang So-un aimed for.
"Hahaha, calm down now. You have to see everything before you die, right? Otherwise, you'd go to the grave with eyes wide open in resentment."
Bang So-un clapped once with the leisure of a victor. Clap.
"Alright, Hwa-seon. Express your honest feelings right now. Loud enough for your husband to hear clearly."
Only then did Yang Yeon-hwi's mouth open freely. But the words from the woman who had burned with resolute resistance moments ago...
"Aaaah! P-please stop! I beg you! My pussy's going to tear! It's tearing apart! Please make it stop... Aaaah!"
Nothing but pitiful pleas laced with tearful agony.
Bang So-un's cock throbbed massively. Forcing a chaste wife to abjectly submit in front of her husband—what could be more arousing? Probably nothing in the world. He felt every bit of preparation for this moment had been worth it; satisfaction washed over him repeatedly.
"Kuh... you son of a... Cough, cough!"
Ak Bul-beom still couldn't string words together properly. His internal wounds had fully flared up; death felt imminent. Yet true to his super peak monster status, he clung to life tenaciously. Good, that's how it should be. There's still more to show.
"So, I win the bet, right?"
Bang So-un smirked, confirming his victory.
"Yes, y-yes! G-Golden Dragon Lord wins! Aaaah! I lost! I lost, so... p-please stop!"
"Good, very good. Now return. To [empty-headed big-tits mode]."
"Ah..."
In that instant, emotion drained from Yang Yeon-hwi's eyes once more. She became a lifeless doll in a blink.
"Stand up."
"...Yes... Master..."
Yang Yeon-hwi rose from her spot.
"Turn around."
"...Yes... Master..."
Yang Yeon-hwi turned to face her husband again. Just like the doll-like figure Ak Bul-beom had first seen. The difference? She wore clothes then—now, she was utterly naked, not a thread on her. Her overwhelmingly massive breasts, and the most private part below, all laid bare.
Ak Bul-beom's entire body trembled. Even with his acupoints sealed, such a reaction meant his fragile state was unleashing the worst possible response.
Bang So-un grinned slyly.
"Did you know your wife's true nature while living together?"
"Wh-what bullshit... Cough, cough!"
"Go on, tell your husband clearly. What are you?"
"...I'm a milk-cow big-tit pussy bitch... Master..."
Yang Yeon-hwi uttered an abject, self-degrading answer not even a slave would voice before her husband. She was less than human—livestock, like a dog or pig.
"Kuh..."
Gush! Ak Bul-beom spewed a massive volume of crimson blood.
"Puhaha, you heard that loud and clear, huh? Your reaction's intense. I get it. Living without knowing this bitch's true identity must be a shock."
"Kuh..."
"Whoa, careful—you might head to the afterlife right now. Then I'd have to hurry and use all your wife's holes. Oh, the milk-cow big-tits go without saying."
Bang So-un shifted position for the best view of his wife being thoroughly fucked by another man.
Smack! Bang So-un slapped Yang Yeon-hwi's bare ass with his palm. Treating another man's wife like his own livestock aroused him further.
"Titfuck preparation."
"...Yes... Master... This milk-cow big-tit pussy bitch prepares for titfucking..."
Yang Yeon-hwi knelt. Her upper body held straight—an ideal posture for burying a cock in those massive tits anytime.
"No time, so answer as if you're not hypnotized."
"Yes, this milk-cow big-tit pussy bitch will answer as if not hypnotized, Master."
Hypnosis. The word revealed her state instantly, but Ak Bul-beom couldn't grasp it. Only two in the world knew the term and its meaning: Bang So-un and Jang Il. Well, and the female experts enslaved by it.
"From now on, answer my questions honestly. Express your sexual arousal honestly too."
"Yes, Master. This milk-cow big-tit pussy bitch will answer Master's questions honestly. I'll express sexual arousal honestly too."
"Good. Here we go."
Bang So-un yanked down his lower garments without hesitation. His erect cock sprang free. He buried it straight into Yang Yeon-hwi's massive cleavage. The tits were so enormous it felt like sliding between ass cheeks. A whole new world, unlike anything before. Worth saving for the finale.
"Ooh, nice. Squeeze properly with those big tits."
"Yes, Master. This milk-cow big-tit pussy bitch obeys."
Yang Yeon-hwi pressed her tits together with both hands, clamping down on Bang So-un's cock sandwiched between.
"Ooooh?"
Bang So-un's eyes widened. A blissful pressure incomparable to any normal pussy's grip. Using hands indirectly made the force unbeatable, of course. The soft, supple tit flesh squeezed from root to tip.
"Hahaha! See? Untouchable, right?"
Jang Il laughed loudly, as if to say I told you so.
"Pfft, indeed. Your word's gold as always."
Bang So-un laughed delightedly too.
"Kuh... Cough, cough, cough!"
Ak Bul-beom stewed in the worst emotions here.
"Ooh, good! So good! Amazing!"
Bang So-un thrust upward like hammering, sliding his cock between the tits aimed right at Yang Yeon-hwi's face. Cum would plaster that pretty visage without doubt. But he held back, savoring the squeeze while questioning.
"Has your husband ever titfucked you like this?"
"No, Master."
"Haha, what a pathetic excuse for a man. Right?"
"Yes, he's a pathetic man who isn't even a real one."
Yang Yeon-hwi trashed her husband right in front of him.
"Kuh..."
Ak Bul-beom's eyes wept blood tears, a ruptured vessel from mental shock.
"Ah, don't misunderstand. You heard 'honest answers' earlier, right? This is your wife's true thoughts. Isn't it?"
"Yes, Master. Of course, it's this milk-cow big-tit pussy bitch's honest thoughts."
Bang So-un slew Ak Bul-beom twice over. But he wouldn't stop there.
"Then let me ask something important. Between my cock and your husband's—which is superior?"
Bang So-un grinned slyly.
The answer came instantly.
"Master's cock is far superior, of course. Compared to Master's big, majestic cock, my husband's is a worthless baby dick that can't even function as a man's."
"Kwaaaaaah...!"
Ak Bul-beom's piteous scream echoed through the room.