Undressing More Seriously Than I Thought
I had promised that for the next week, I would not harm Ji-soo and would properly commit to the “shared wife” tutorial period.
As long as I didn’t have sex with her, Eun-ho wouldn’t sleep with Seung-woo either.
The photo of Eun-ho locked in a chastity belt was presented as proof.
And there was Seo-hye, holding the key that sealed my wife’s pussy.
After everything, my cock had risen with ferocious intensity.
Looking back, even while I had been zooming in on the picture of Eun-ho’s ruined pussy after Young-hun’s massive cock had wrecked her, my dick had stiffened without shame.
Even when I learned Eun-ho had been fucked in France and fell into despair, right before I almost cheated with Seo-hye.
Even when Ji-soo treated me with warm hospitality, serving me hot yuzu tea while the thought of making her my wife flickered through my mind.
My cock had hardened every single time.
Just two weeks ago, it would only get hard when I wanted to make sweet love to Eun-ho. How the hell had my ordinary dick turned into this?
I stood there in an awkward half-crouch, hands on my knees, trying to will the erection down, but it refused to subside. It felt like I had taken some kind of Viagra; my junior stood at rigid attention no matter what I did.
“Huu… huu… why the hell is this happening… huuu…”
I kept breathing roughly, trying to calm myself.
My chest already felt tight enough as it was.
In front of Min Seo-hye—the mastermind behind all this—my wife Eun-ho had been forced to pull down her pants on command. Even though it was another woman, she had to remove her own panties, fully exposing her lower body. Then she had to lift her legs while the humiliating chastity belt was fastened around her. Finally, the lock clicked shut, and she lost all control over her own pussy… to Seo-hye.
And while that happened, Seo-hye had said something like, “Sung-won sunbae says he can’t trust you, Eun-ho! You have to wear this.” She had shifted the responsibility of locking the belt onto me.
Just thinking about it made my blood boil.
I felt dizzy.
It was as if half my blood had rushed to my cock and the other half to my head.
Still, I had no choice.
Even if it was only for a week, I had to protect my wife’s pussy.
I couldn’t let any more faceless perverts fuck her.
This was the best option right now. For now…
“Just wait… huu… just wait and see… huuuu…”
Repeating to myself that I had made the right decision helped stabilize my mind a little.
I finally managed to calm my raging erection.
I turned my body with great effort, and then—
“Ji-soo… what are you… doing?”
The moment the scene entered my eyes, I froze solid.
“…S-Sung-won…”
With trembling hands and a voice that seemed on the verge of disappearing, Ji-soo called my name as she undressed.
* * *
Her delicate fingers crossed in an X in front of her enormous cleavage, grabbing the hem of her pink sweater and pulling it upward.
It was like the curtain rising on a lewd stage.
She dragged up the tank top underneath in one smooth motion. From her waist, a pink curtain drew back, revealing a dazzling world of bare skin.
First to greet me was her deeply indented, cave-like navel.
It showed off an impossibly slender waist for a woman who had given birth, before the rising swell of her breasts interrupted the view.
Could those slender arms really lift such heavy flesh?
She took a breath, then raised both arms like a weightlifter pressing the heavens…
The sweater rolled upward, its rich elasticity on full display, as her two massive breasts floated upward for what felt like an eternity.
The braless tits, gradually revealed, triggered every alarm in my brain.
Her cleanly shaved armpits and deep collarbones were almost too luxurious to even notice.
Then came the critical moment. Like an avalanche, her breasts poured downward—breasts, breasts, breasts…
Having completed its mission, the sweater slid past her long hair that reached her ankles and dropped straight to the floor.
Her flushed face appeared beneath it. She bit her lower lip hard with her white teeth, showing a resolve that said she wanted to hide but knew she must not.
With the determination of a great leader refusing to raise any shield, her breasts—truly a natural disaster—were revealed completely to my eyes.
I had failed to take cover. Struck directly by the shockwave of those heavenly bodies that could shake the earth, my heart stopped.
The endless white slopes reminded me of the snow-covered Alps.
Incredibly, her nipples rose again at the peaks like ski jumps, launching the consciousness of anyone sliding down her breasts straight into the sky.
Click.
I couldn’t stop her as she unbuttoned her pants.
Ziiiip—
The sound of the zipper coming down, the waistband splitting open to both sides.
Ssssssh—
She slipped her hands into the superior hips that could rival her breasts and began sliding the pants down…
“Ahh…”
The sound of the pants descending meant her waist was bending,
which meant the breasts that had caused the avalanche were about to strike the ground like a meteor shower.
“They’re… they’re falling…”
The three seconds it took for Ji-soo to bend over seemed to freeze in time.
Everything followed the law of gravity, falling downward, ever downward.
I wanted to scream at the people living beneath them to take shelter, to run for their lives from this cosmic-scale assault…
Yet even if I had been one of those people watching the invasion of her breasts from below, I would have stopped in place and waited for a happy death.
They did not keep the round shape of some clumsy cartoon. The heavy, elongated flow as they drooped downward proved they were a mysterious crystallization of nature that modern medicine could never define.
Thud.
Even the pants that had covered her lower body fell into gravity’s embrace, but…
As she slowly straightened her waist, the paradise that had descended to earth defied gravity and returned to the heavens…
In the place where heaven had briefly visited remained a pair of plain cotton panties, chosen for comfort.
The modest design revealed that her identity was closer to “mother” than “seductress,” yet the small ribbon added at the center showed she couldn’t quite abandon her cute side.
Below that, her thick, voluptuous thighs silently proved they belonged to the same team as those hips and breasts—worthy supporting actors standing proudly shoulder to shoulder with their colleagues.
* * *
“Haa… haa…”
I was alive.
I hadn’t died.
I could finally breathe again.
“…Sung-won…”
Ji-soo’s voice calling me was even smaller than usual, as if it might vanish at any moment.
She seemed to be experiencing breathing difficulties too.
“Why… why are you doing this…?”
I couldn’t close my eyes. I couldn’t turn my head. I couldn’t even cover the view.
How many people on Earth were ever granted the privilege of seeing breasts like these?
It was Ji-soo who awkwardly turned her head away.
My gaze, which refused to leave her breasts, seemed to feel like needles pricking her, because her liquid-like skin kept trembling and rippling.
“Please… don’t kick me out…”
Her arms hanging by her hips trembled delicately.
Both her tightly clenched fists had turned white.
She was desperately suppressing the instinctive urge to cover herself.
“Kick you out? What are you even saying…”
“Please… give me a chance… just for one week…”
Ah.
She didn’t know I had already agreed to the one-week “shared wife” experience with Min Seo-hye.
My earlier furious outburst at the betrayal of my wife must have looked, from the outside, like I was still struggling with the decision.
“If you send me away like this… I’ll get reported to the police again…”
Seeing me stand there silently for so long with my hands on my knees, Ji-soo had been driven by desperation to do something—anything. She had resorted to this extreme cliff-edge tactic, stripping herself naked so I couldn’t possibly throw her out.
In truth, I had only gotten hard from looking at Eun-ho’s photo.
“I… I won’t kick you out.”
“Really?”
Even while drenched in shame, her married face brightened with relief. It was so pure and adorable that it was hard to believe she was a mother.
“I’ve decided to try it for a week. I can’t bear the thought of Eun-ho being violated by another man again.”
“Thank goodness… thank goodness…”
Only then did she seem to relax. Ji-soo sat down on the floor, covering her breasts.
It must have been an extreme choice for her as well.
I was disappointed that she was covering those breasts, but I wasn’t in any position to enjoy the view comfortably.
This entire scene was undoubtedly being captured by the surveillance cameras installed throughout the house.
“Thank goodness? This is a choice I’m making to get Eun-ho back. Don’t misunderstand.”
“…Yes…”
This might have been Ji-soo’s beautiful trap—trying to make me touch her so that my participation in the “shared wife” arrangement would become a done deal.
The moment I gave in to temptation and laid hands on her body, it could become justification to violate Eun-ho. My wife, somewhere out there, might be forced into the same situation.
That’s right. Even with the chastity belt on, penetration might be impossible, but there were countless ways to sexually exploit her.
I couldn’t give Min Seo-hye or her “shared wife” gang any excuse…
I should leave a record of this in KakaoTalk.
“After one week, I will definitely go back. And I will take Eun-ho back too.”
There was no other way now.
Whether it became porridge or rice, I would spend the week with this woman.
After that, I would meet Min Seo-hye and the group behind her and settle this face to face.
If they broke their promise, this time I would retaliate for real.
That’s right.
I had a hostage too.
The woman covering her breasts in front of me—Yang Ji-soo—was both the monitor sent to seduce me and the only collateral in this contract that I could dispose of.
Those breasts that couldn’t even be covered by both arms…
Aaaah.
The erection I had finally subdued was rising fiercely again.
Gulp.
It looked like this was going to be the longest week of my life.
