Making My Jealous Wife Melt
In Joseon, defiling a nobleman's daughter was punishable by death, no questions asked. Anything from hanging to dismemberment by stages.
So what happens when the crime is only an attempted one, like tonight? Exactly the same. A hundred lashes of the rod and exile three thousand li away. Ten strokes alone are enough to shatter the bones in a man's backside, so a hundred lashes followed by a three-thousand-li walk might as well be an execution.
Which is why I had no intention of killing them myself. Even without staining my hands, they were as good as dead anyway.
Lord Shin Do-yoon is the kind of man who takes excellent care of his own people. In other words, touch anyone who belongs to him, and he will hunt you down by any means necessary.
And this time, the person they'd touched was his own daughter, Shin Ha-yoon. Now it made sense why I'd been so anxious about him finding out I'd seen her naked.
"My lady. Let's head home for now."
"Mmhm..."
Relieved to hear they weren't dead, Shin Ha-yoon let me lead her away from the scene. You might wonder what if they run — but they can't. I'd already told the other beggars to hold them tight.
"If any of them escapes, you'll answer for it."
"D-don't you worry! We'll keep 'em pinned down, sir!"
"Good. Don't rough them up, though. No need for wounds."
"Yes, yes! We'll wait right here till you return, m'lord!"
These groveling wretches were, after all, the same men who'd been ready to violate Shin Ha-yoon the moment she broke down. The only shame was that they'd intervened too late to earn their punishment.
Only after passing them and getting outside did Shin Ha-yoon's legs finally give out. I hauled her up with one hand as she crumpled.
"It's dangerous outside the house."
"Nnnh... I know!"
"You knew, and you came out anyway?"
"Hmph..."
She bit her lip in frustration. Being scolded by a slave and not slapping my cheek — that alone made her a veritable saint. But since I was right, she only turned her head away. I shrugged and lifted her up.
"Wha—?!"
"You can't walk anyway. I'll carry you."
"W-where do you think you're touching! A m-maiden's body—!"
"Or would you rather walk?"
Her legs, relaxed too late, were trembling much the way Gap-soon's had after I'd been buried in her for an hour. If she tried to walk like that, the Shin family would lose face for a generation.
Shin Ha-yoon hesitated a moment, then finally stopped squirming and went limp. And then—
"I-if someone sees us, hurry. Hurry up and go."
"As you say."
She buried her face against my back. It's late at night with the night watchmen in an uproar, so no one's about — there was no real need to hide her face, but still...
Cling, aha...
'Nice.'
The heavy weight of her breasts pressed against my back. Sadly, unlike a slave's thin clothing, she wore a thick hanbok, so her chest didn't come through nearly as well as I'd have liked.
Pretending to adjust my grip, I let my hands wander down to her thighs and backside. Mmhm... plush and soft. I was busy teasing her thighs and rear to my heart's content without her noticing when a voice came from behind me.
"D-Dol-soi."
"Yes, my lady."
"Mm... c-could you maybe... not tell Father about this...?"
"I'm afraid not."
Because I'd be the one to die. Me.
"Nnngh..."
Just how sweet is this girl? Worrying about what happens to me later, on top of everything else.
I was still flatly refusing when we somehow arrived at Lord Shin Do-yoon's estate. Perhaps because the hour was so late, Kwon A-young was waiting outside the gate. When she spotted us, she came hurrying over.
Rraow... look at those breasts bouncing.
"D-Dol-soi! Why are you carrying Ha-yoon...? D-did she get hurt? Is she hurt?!"
Startled at the sight of me carrying Shin Ha-yoon, she rushed over and began checking her daughter's body all over. I explained briefly that her legs had simply given out, and only then did Kwon A-young exhale in relief.
Entering the house with her, we were greeted by a tense, unsettled atmosphere — clearly something serious had happened. Shin Ha-yoon climbed down from my back wearing the expression of a woman whose time had come.
"Has Ha-yoon arrived?"
"Yes. She's here..."
Lord Shin's voice drifted from inside the room. Kwon A-young hesitated, glancing around nervously before answering, and then Lord Shin spoke again.
"Then send her in."
"Go on in, dear."
Her legs more or less recovered, Shin Ha-yoon walked slowly toward the room, and Kwon A-young slipped into the room beside it.
I may be Lord Shin's favorite slave, but I'm not someone who gets to hear family matters. Figuring I'd done all that was needed of me, I was about to head toward the servants' quarters when Kwon A-young called me back.
"Dol-soi."
"Yes?"
"Th-that is... you'll stay here, won't you?"
"Er... of course. My apologies."
I was still puzzling over why she wanted me to stay when she hesitated a moment and explained.
"Ha-yoon might... try to run away again, you see..."
"Ah."
It made sense. Shin Ha-yoon is fundamentally a strong, solid young woman — her body built firm. Lord Shin, by contrast, is past forty now, his beard going full and gray. Kwon A-young may only be in her thirties, but she'd have a very hard time outrunning a daughter at the peak of her physical prime.
She couldn't exactly ask the other servants without losing face, so who else but me, the slave she trusts?
I nodded and took up a silent post in front of the room where Shin Ha-yoon had gone. Before I knew it, Kwon A-young had settled herself down beside me.
As best as I could piece together from the sounds within...
'Huh.'
Lord Shin Do-yoon offered his daughter an apology-that-wasn't-quite-an-apology — saying he hadn't been considerate enough of her. At his words, Shin Ha-yoon wept and apologized for her own part in it... a tearful reunion, basically. And just like that, it was over.
Huh, how easily that resolved itself. Kwon A-young let out a long breath of relief that mother and daughter had reconciled without a fight.
Now that it was finished, I figured I should get to bed and stood up. Kwon A-young thanked me for the night's work and told me to hurry off and rest.
Dragging my aching body home, I was greeted by Gap-soon.
"So... you're back?"
"Hm?"
For some reason, she was being awfully shy about it.
"S-so you had fun traipsing around with the Lady, huh?!"
"Pffht!"
"Are you laughing? Are you LAUGHING at me? You little—!"
Gap-soon, jealous. Now that's a lovely sight.
"Jealous because I was out with the Lady?"
"S-shut up...! Get over here! I need to check whether you've used it or not!"
With that, Gap-soon knelt down and yanked my trousers down.
Ting!
Whoosh...
At the sight of my cock standing at full attention, the corners of Gap-soon's mouth twitched. She knew perfectly well I hadn't done anything improper with the Lady. After all, if I had, I'd be as good as executed.
And yet here she was, because...
"I-I have to taste it to be sure."
Shooting me a sideways glance, Gap-soon wrapped her hand around my cock. And then—
Slurp...!
She started licking me with her tongue. She gives great deep throat, but this slow, devoted tonguing felt wonderful in its own right, so I let her have her way. Before long, the sheepish girl was gone, and what remained was a single bitch in heat.
"Mmmph... shhloop...!"
Gap-soon pulled her tongue back and took my cock fully into her mouth. It wasn't as deep as when I drove it in myself, but she pushed it deep enough to satisfy, sucking hard as she worked her throat around me.
Gluk...
Pop, pop, pop, pop...
As she gulped down my cock, her hand slid lower and she began fingering herself. The wet squelch of her juices grew sloppier by the moment, and my own release started climbing right along with it. The instant she realized I was close, she stopped touching herself and placed both hands on my ass. And then—
"Ghhak... kek...!"
She gripped my hips and drove my cock down her own throat. Tears streaming, desperate to take me as deep as her mouth would allow — I couldn't hold back any longer and came.
Gulp... beeehhh...
There it was. Just like last time, she opened her mouth wide to show me she'd swallowed every drop, then flashed me a wicked grin. And then, with the lewdest expression imaginable, she flopped onto her back, raised one leg, and spread the cunt she'd soaked so thoroughly with her own fingers.
Shhhlop...
Not with her fingers — she worked the muscles of her pussy directly, clenching and releasing until it gaped open on its own. Gap-soon's face might as well have had "Still not coming?" written across it in big letters.
Maddening as she was, I was still the head of a household. Which meant...
"Nnghaaah!"
Thrust!
"Hnnghoohh..!"
I had to get Gap-soon pregnant!
I seized the leg she still held aloft and slammed my hips forward with everything I had. Her head snapped back in time with the thrust. Watching her make sounds like a beast in rut only stoked me further — I grabbed one of her breasts and demanded an answer.
"Whose is this?"
"Ihhh... it'shh yoursh... mmmaster!"
"Say it properly!"
"It's my hushbandsh! Only my hushband can touch it!"
Melt...
When I kneaded her breast at her words, Gap-soon dropped her head back and let out a rough, ragged breath. For her poor spent body's sake, I dragged her to the edge and bound her so she couldn't thrash away — then pulled her into a hard embrace and hammered her cunt like a bombardment, somewhere between a mating press and plain rutting.
"Hhk-AAH! Stahp... I shaid shtop—!"
"You love it, admit it!"
"I'm dying... I'm really... I'm really dying—!"
THRUST!
"Hnnggak!"
Pulse... pulse...
Fhhh... fff...!
Gap-soon claims she dies every single time, but in truth she never does. Her body just fills with pleasure so immense it feels like dying. She never actually dies.
"Hhh... hhaa... hnnnn..."
Tremble, tremble...
Legs shuddering, she kept leaking streams of nectar. Not spraying it — it just trickled out of her like water from a mountain valley. Endlessly. I gripped her hips and rolled her over.
Gap-soon realized what was coming and scrambled to stop me, but—
THRUST!
"NghaaAAAAGH...!"
My hand pressed down on the back of her head, driving her face into the floor, and she didn't complain about that at all. What she did complain about was something else entirely.
"W-we... we shaid we wouldn't do THIS anymore! Hngiyaaah! I'm really gonna dieeeee...!"
The finisher. She'd sworn off it because it wore her out too badly — but there are times a man simply has to. I pinned down her wriggling, escape-bound body and drove my hips home with everything I had.
THRUST!
"KYAAAAH! I'm dyingyyy! I'm really dying thistime...! Hngoooh!"
The beauty of the finisher is how it feels like spearing straight through the womb. Don't get me wrong — even without it, my cock reaches Gap-soon's womb. But the finisher drives me right up to the edge of punching clean through it. That's why she wakes up some mornings whimpering that her womb aches — and God, is that the cutest thing in the world.
The very first time, it even left a bruise on her belly. After seeing that, I've tried to restrain myself for fear it might leave her infertile... but how is a man supposed to resist this?
Now too drained to flee, Gap-soon lay sprawled like an insect. I gripped her hips and lifted her ass into the air, then slammed down hard against her flinching, resisting rear.
SLAP!
"Hngiiik!"
Gap-soon climaxed, drooling. I shoved my cock into her cunt, which was now gushing like a waterfall instead of a stream. With the outflow blocked, her juices could only escape by trickling down around my cock, buried deep inside her.
"M-my... belly'sh full...!"
Pulse... pulse...
When I came inside her womb one more time and she started whining that she was stuffed full, I pulled out for her sake.
Pop...!
Fhhhhh!
As if a dam had burst, cum and juices spilled out and splattered all around her. She was trembling, her legs about to give, and I lifted her hips up to keep her steady — then, for poor stuffed-full Gap-soon, I placed a hand on her belly.
And then—
Squeeze...
"Hnnh...? Hhngak... ooh... ooh...!"
Fhh... fff...!
"There it goes."
When I gently pressed the spot where her womb sat, all the cum pooled inside came flooding out of her along with her juices.
Squirtttt!
"P-pleash... shtahp! Not today! No more... I can't!"
Spatter, spatter, spatter...
Water spraying every which way like falling rain. I strummed her clit with my fingers like a guitar, and she gushed again on cue.
"Whoops."
"Hhaahh...!"
Her head lolled to the side like someone who'd taken a fist to the face, and she started to keel over — I caught her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Mmmh... that wash... nice..."
"Hm?"
"...Hhah?"
Thinking it was a closing kiss, she'd murmured her approval — and then froze.
And then—
Scramble!
She tried to bolt away from me in a hurry, but—
Grip.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"W-wait, jush... I-I'll clean it up for you with my mouth... hm? I'm really too tired..."
"No. You don't."
"Eeek! I won't! I refuse to—KYAAAAAH!"
Oh no you don't. There's no escaping this.