Chapter 181: Just Because I'm Poor Doesn't Mean My Tits, Pussy, and Ass Are Poor (5)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 181: Just Because I'm Poor Doesn't Mean My Tits, Pussy, and Ass Are Poor (5)[R-18]
[Author: Anonymous (231.41)]
[Anyone else’s marriage suddenly gone to shit lately?] [18]
Is there anyone else whose relationship with their spouse has suddenly soured, and you barely even talk anymore?
That’s just a rut, and it’s 100% because the sex is boring.
Honestly, look at how most couples do it. It’s so predictable.
Missionary, doggy style, and maybe a blowjob if you’re lucky.
There’s zero novelty.
And you think you can fix that with the same old boring sex?
Lmao, you’re beyond help. ㅋㅋ
You should be thinking about learning new things, but if you just rotate the same positions every day? That’s the shortcut to a breakup. No cap.
So, what’s the solution in times like these?
SM play is the silver bullet. ㅇㅇ
It doesn’t matter who’s the S or the M, but I recommend the wife be the S. ㅋㅋ It feels amazing to hear a disobedient husband call you "Mistress."
Tie him up as much as he’s pissed you off, use the whip a bit, drip some candle wax... seeing that gets me so worked up that it feels like the honeymoon phase all over again. ㅋㅋ
My husband and I were in a massive slump, but we overcame it with this. (Right now, I’m whipping him while making him lick my pussy. ㅎㅎ)
But when you do SM play, no matter how careful you are, skin damage is inevitable, right?
In those cases, try using ‘Vibe Seaweed Cream.’ < Give this a shot.
Seaweed is famous as a food, but it’s even more famous for being good for the skin.
The skin clinics run by the Blue Tulip Family use a cream made with the same ingredients. Those are only expensive because of the brand name; you don’t need the pricey stuff.
Use ‘Vibe Seaweed Cream’ for just one week, and you’ll definitely feel the difference.
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UseNiceWordsOnly■: Are you kidding me? Another fucking viral ad. SMH.
ㄴAnonymous (331.14): But why is the quality of these viral ads actually going up? I didn't even realize it was an ad until the seaweed cream part.
ㄴAnonymous (17.511): I was reading so seriously and then I was like, "Wait, what?" ㅋㅋㅋ
ㄴVirginDetector■: (Meme.jpg of a girl in a hat looking dumbfounded)
ILoveTenantFarmers■: I knew it, that’s why I read from the bottom up. ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
ㄴWholesomeNickname28■: For real, these days I check the comments of trending posts first.
*
“Hmm...”
Helen narrowed her eyes and glared at the post.
Surprisingly, if you ignored the viral marketing part, the information itself seemed quite useful.
“Well, it’s an irrelevant story for me and that man, though. Not to toot my own horn, but that man loves me so much it’s a problem. He’s such a handful~.”
Of course, since vacation started, Ian had been so busy that they hadn't met as often as they did back at the Academy...
*
And since she was usually at Ian’s mercy whenever they had sex, it didn't feel like her bedroom skills had improved at all...
But it’s not like there’s another woman, so there’s no way Ian would ever get tired of her, right?
‘...Wait!! There are!! Plenty of them!!’
Helen, who had been leisurely twirling the end of her hair, tilted her head as a wave of anxiety surged within her.
‘H-hmm... I suppose doing nothing isn't the best idea. No matter how much he loves me, a great merchant must prepare for any... just in case... even the most unlikely of scenarios.’
Absurdly enough, despite having a perfect wife like herself, that man was a piece of trash who was seeing multiple concubines.
Of course, she was planning to sweep those concubines away one day, but for now, this was the reality!
“....”
Helen tapped her desk.
Giving the initiative to Ian during sex?
That wasn't the problem.
If it were the Helen Redrose of the past, losing control—even during sex—would have been unthinkable. But to the current Helen, it didn't feel so bad.
No, to be honest, it felt quite wonderful.
Every time she was pinned beneath Ian, sobbing out moans, she was filled with a level of happiness and fulfillment that was hard to put into words.
That was why, lately, she hadn't even thought about taking the lead back from him.
Slide—
[RE: Marital Life Starting from Caress]
[Becoming a Devoted Wife with Common Techniques]
[Is It Wrong to Seek Marital Relations in Bed?]
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She couldn't even remember the last time she had opened the "Bedtime Essentials" books she kept in her desk drawer.
“For something called 'Essentials,' they were completely useless.”
Helen glanced through the thumbed-through books before shoving them back into the drawer.
No matter what she prepared, or how hard she prepared it, Ian would turn the tables on her in an instant.
In fact, he would tease her even more intensely, saying she was "being cheeky" for preparing anything at all.
“Tsk, he’s usually so well-behaved, so why does he go so wild on the bed... W-well... I don’t exactly hate being handled like that by him... but he should be more careful when Harini is around... No, that’s not it!!”
Bam—!
In the end, this was the issue.
—Missionary, doggy style, and maybe a blowjob if you’re lucky. There’s zero novelty.
Even if Ian was head over heels for her now, anyone would eventually get bored if they ate the same thing every day.
This situation couldn't go on forever.
Even if she couldn't pay Ian back 100% for everything he’d done to her, she had to at least find some sort of balance.
‘...But how?’
To Helen, Ian was a monster.
At least when it came to sexual acts.
No thesis or book she had looked up could match Ian’s vitality and size.
‘So, I’ll give up on competing fairly with my pussy.’
Helen nodded.
It was a rational choice befitting the heiress of the Red Rose Family.
Even if she trained her pussy diligently from now on, there was no way she could keep up with the speed at which Ian’s cock was getting stronger.
—Press
‘W-wait!...♥ Ahh...!...St..stop!♥...My...my uterus... it’s being squished♥...! Hyah!!♥...I...I can't breathe!..♥’
Even when she braced herself, having sex with Ian literally felt like she was "dying."
As the memory resurfaced, Helen rubbed her thighs together with her skirt caught between her legs.
“...He treats me so roughly, yet I feel so refreshed when I wake up. Is this what they call physical compatibility? Honestly~ he’s such a lucky man~.”
For the reasons above, Helen gave up on training her pussy.
Instead...
She decided to use her own strengths.
Looks, body, talent.
There were more than a few strengths Helen could list for herself, but her greatest advantage was the ‘money’ she could wield as the Red Rose heiress.
*
“Now, here it is. Come in.”
Helen smiled slightly at Ian, who was following behind her, as she opened the door.
Creeeeeak—!
The place, which at first glance looked like a torture chamber, was a private SM room built by pouring in a massive amount of wealth.
‘Hehe... A Queen and a slave. Doesn't that fit the relationship between that lowly man and me perfectly?’
Yes, it had been strange for her to be pinned under Ian all this time.
Now that she had realized it, all she had to do was slowly return their relationship to its proper state.
Shiver—
Just imagining Ian tied up in restraints, begging and calling her "Mistress," made a shiver run down Helen’s spine.
“You want to do SM? All of a sudden?”
“W-what! Don’t tell me you don’t want to? You’ve done all sorts of perverted things to me!! Are you saying you hate being on the receiving end?!”
At Ian’s somewhat reluctant response, Helen shouted with narrowed eyes.
“No, it’s not that I hate it. It’s just that I’m a bit shy, so I need some time to prepare mentally for this kind of thing...”
“Hah? Shy!!? Did you just say shy? Are you actually insane!? How can a 'shy' person take my first time in a library?!”
“Alright, alright. I’ll do it. Let’s not get worked up.”
“Ha! I’m not worked up!! And who are you to tell me I’m worked up! Ha! Whatever!! Just go over there and lock your ankles in first!!”
“...Really? We’re really doing this?”
“Shut up and just do it already!!”
Clank— Clank—
As Ian tied both his legs to the X-shaped frame and secured his right hand, Helen locked the final restraint and placed a blindfold over his eyes.
Rattle— Rattle—
“...These really don't budge. But do I have to wear the blindfold too?”
“Hmph! Why is a man so petty and talkative! Oh! Right! I forgot to mention, these aren't your average items.”
“...I mean, telling me that after you’ve already tied me up. Sigh... So, what are they?”
“Fufu! They were made by the legendary Artificer couple, ‘S&P.’ You should consider yourself lucky! Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to get these? I barely managed to buy them by paying way over the asking price because they refused to let them go!”
Helen spoke with a confident expression.
She had paid more than three times the auction price, but she had no regrets.
After all, her opponent was Ian.
There was no way an SM novice like herself could win against Ian using ordinary SM gear.
“They have self-repair, purification, and even auto-cleanup functions. And above all...”
Helen, who had been explaining the items enthusiastically for a while, suddenly stopped.
‘...I don’t really need to mention this part.’
There was one ominous rumor surrounding these items.
The rumor was that S&P, the famous Artificer couple, stopped making magic tools because they died from exhaustion while using these very SM items.
‘Well, it’s not like I believe in rumors...’
Logically, what were the chances of Artificers of S&P’s caliber dying from sex while playing SM?
It seemed more likely that Ian would come back after having an ‘Imperial Princess Donburi’ at the palace.
It was almost certainly just a case of S&P retiring because they were tired of the attention, and a hobby post they made being blown out of proportion.
“Above all, what?”
“Never mind. It’s nothing important. Just get ready to be whipped.”
—Crack!
The sound of the whip Helen swung tearing through the air echoed throughout the room.
“...Helen? This is definitely safe, right? I mean, is SM usually this sudden with the whipping!?”
“Of course it’s safe! Do you not trust me? Do you think I’d use something dangerous on you? I’ve verified it multiple times, so don’t worry. And I told you, this isn't an ordinary whip!”
Helen let out a huff and checked the engraving at the bottom of the whip’s handle.
S & P - No. 5
A whip that converts up to 95% of pain into pleasure, leaving less than 1% of actual physical scarring on the body.
With this, she could make him climax until he begged for mercy, just like he had done to her.
“Now then...”
Tug, tug, tug.
As Helen unbuttoned his shirt with her fingertips, Ian’s solid, muscular physique was revealed.
“Just like you often do to me... shall we start with the chest first?”
It was time for revenge!
She wouldn't forgive him until he begged her to be the only mother for Harini!
With that thought, Helen raised the whip over her head.
“....”
I’m going to hit him!
I’m going to hit Ian!
Actually, it wasn't even "hitting" him.
It might look like a scary whip, but it would only hurt a little and then immediately feel good.
There was no need to worry.
Hadn't she verified it multiple times before using it on Ian?
No matter how hard she hit him, at most, would he even shed a few drops of blood?
So...
If she just swings it down....
Tremble—! Tremble—!
“...Ugh!... Urgh!...”
In the end, Helen, who had been frozen with the whip in hand, slowly lowered her arm, removed Ian’s blindfold, and spoke.
“...I can't.”
“Helen?”
“Uwaah...!! I... I can't hit you!! I thought I could do it!... No! I wanted to do it! But when I actually tried, my hand wouldn't move!!.. Hmph..!... I know it won't hurt!! I know that too... But... but I just can't hit you!!”
Dropping the whip, Helen buried her face in Ian’s chest.