Chapter 48: Cuckoo Life (5)
Chapter 48: Cuckoo Life (5)
The emotion Wiji-ja felt as he watched his wife and Geum Tae-yang fooling around under the dining table wasn't jealousy or betrayal. Even though his wife was engaging in illicit, flirtatious behavior with another man, what overwhelmed him now was rapturous joy.
One might call it an absurd emotion, but Wiji-ja was convinced he had every right to feel this way.
After all, the moment he heard his wife's moan and was nearly certain Geum Tae-yang had subjected her to some kind of sexual teasing—
'My cock almost stood up.'
For years, his member had been as good as dead. Lately, it had begun showing faint reactions in the most bizarre ways, and now, witnessing this act of infidelity, it had made its stance unmistakably clear.
It wanted to see his wife commit adultery with another man. His own depraved desires were screaming it.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined harboring such sordid, base urges. But how could he have known? Having devoted himself to Taoist discipline since youth, mastering self-restraint, there was no way he could have been aware of them.
Not unless he had become a eunuch.
Not unless Geum Tae-yang had committed adultery with his wife.
An emotion he might have gone his entire life without knowing.
Wiji-ja's gaze drifted subtly downward to his crotch. He discreetly tugged at his waistband to check on the member inside.
It wasn't fully erect—not enough for penetration—but it was stiff enough to jerk off with his own hand.
"At last... I won't have to rely on wet dreams anymore."
The humiliation of being unable to ejaculate manually, forced to release only through nocturnal emissions—who could understand how pathetic and wretched that felt?
To have a voluptuous, stunningly beautiful wife with childbearing hips, yet still spill his seed in his sleep like some adolescent? Worse, since they shared a bedroom, she had to notice. Every time, the shame and self-loathing were unbearable.
But now—now he could escape that nightmare? He'd do anything for that.
For the first time, Wiji-ja understood, just a little, how martial artists who succumbed to demonic arts and betrayed the orthodox sects must have felt.
This sticky, clinging emotion—obsessing over his own cock rather than feeling jealousy or rage at his wife's infidelity. But no matter how depraved he'd become, he couldn't let her see this side of him.
What kind of husband in this world would encourage his wife to sleep with another man just to revive his own member?
Even if by some infinitesimal chance this got out, the disgrace would be unimaginable.
As befitting an orthodox sect member who valued face above all else, the thought of rumors spreading that the Zhongnan Sword Saint—himself—had sold his wife to another man while still being alive? That was absolutely unacceptable.
If such rumors were to spread, even the Wi Ji Clan, who had severed ties with him, would come to silence the source of the scandal by killing him.
Even if they had cut ties, they were still of the same bloodline, the same roots. If someone who had once been called a Sword Saint were to fall so low as to commit such a disgraceful act, shattering all common decency and dragging their reputation through the mud, it was only natural they would seek vengeance.
'Then my course of action is decided.'
Creak.
The door opened, and Seol Yu-ran followed him into the room.
Her restless demeanor showed she was fully aware that what she had done was sinful. Seeing his wife's attitude, Wi Ji-ja could at least take solace in one thing—
At the very least, she hadn't noticed his own strangeness.
In that case—
"It's alright, my dear."
He would play the role of the understanding, compassionate husband—the victim.
He embraced Seol Yu-ran tenderly. Though he had lost his martial arts, he had never neglected self-discipline, and his thick arms wrapped around her firmly.
"Husband, I—I mean, I…"
"I already know everything."
Hiding his excitement wasn't difficult. Seol Yu-ran, despite being a master with sharp senses, was too flustered by her recent mistake—her infidelity being exposed—to notice anything amiss.
And Wi Ji-ja, once hailed as a Sword Saint for his prodigious talent, found it easy to exploit her moment of vulnerability.
"I've heard that women of the North Sea who cultivate the Ice Arts tend to have fiery bodies. Yet despite that, even after giving birth to Bao'er, you remained chaste and devoted to me."
"...But the sin I've committed is too great. This is something that should never happen in the Central Plains."
"No. This is just a difference in culture. I've heard that in the North Sea, if a husband fails in his duties, it's not uncommon for wives to seek comfort with other men. Not that it's praiseworthy, but since the fault lies with me… I can compromise. I can accept it."
"Husband?"
Seol Yu-ran's expression grew puzzled.
At first, his tone had sounded forgiving, but now it seemed as if he was granting her permission—no, even encouraging her. Was she so consumed by lust that she was misinterpreting his words?
Had her lower lips, already tainted by adultery, now rotted her ears as well?
Unable to tell which way the scales of doubt were tipping, she remained silent and listened.
"So, if you really can't hold back… at least tell me first. As long as I, your husband, am present… then it wouldn't technically count as infidelity, would it?"
"W-What in the world are you…?"
Wi Ji-ja's argument was so shocking it left her dumbfounded. Was she too slow to understand, or was this actually a reasonable suggestion? Seol Yu-ran couldn't make sense of it.
Seeing her confusion, Wi Ji-ja pressed his advantage even harder.
"An affair is... when you secretly meet with someone behind your spouse's back. So if it happens where I'm present... wouldn't that at least be a permitted act rather than an affair?"
"No, what kind of absurd nonsense is that?!"
"Think about it, my dear. Can you truly cut off Physician Geum completely and return to your former life now? If you're certain, I won't make any more of these bizarre suggestions."
"......"
For a moment, Seol Yu-ran found herself speechless.
Could she really vow never to engage with that disciple brimming with yang energy and overflowing vitality again, severing all ties? Perhaps if she'd never known. But for Seol Yu-ran, who had already tasted that pleasure, it was nearly impossible.
A monk who's tasted prime beef can never become a true ascetic.
The silence stretched, and her means of reply grew ever more scarce.
She knew her wrongdoing, yet couldn't turn back despite knowing.
And her gentle husband, aware yet willing to forgive.
The situation felt too perfectly aligned to be coincidence—almost as if meticulously planned. There was something vaguely sinister yet paradoxically pure in its intent.
But the circumstances were far too advantageous for her to dwell on that discomfort.
"Yes, darling."
She couldn't possibly refuse.
Unaware of the twisted smile on her own face, Seol Yu-ran buried her face against Wi Ji-ja's chest as they embraced.
"Thank you for your consideration."
"Don't mention it. I've always felt guilty for failing in my duties as a husband."
"Don't say that. To me, you've always been the finest husband."
"Thank you for saying so."
As he replied, a bitter smile lingered at the corners of Wi Ji-ja's lips.
This was the moment their family truly began to twist.
***
The master couple came to me and explained the situation.
They knew about my affair with Seol Yu-ran but wouldn't reprimand me—because Wi Ji-ja, as a eunuch, couldn't provide her with a woman's pleasures.
Having experienced the culture of the North Sea and keenly aware of his failure as a husband, he chose to forgive.
However, he couldn't tolerate her sneaking around behind his back. If we were to be intimate, it had to be in his presence.
That was the gist of it.
"That's how it is."
"...I see."
Though I'd already eavesdropped and knew everything, even I couldn't help being stunned by Wi Ji-ja laying out the arrangement so plainly.
I had planted subtle netorare suggestions to make him turn a blind eye even if his wife was taken. But who could've predicted they'd outright request me to do it in front of him?
I'd assumed he'd just secretly watch Seol Yu-ran cheating and... take care of himself. But no—he wanted to witness it openly.
What was even more bewildering was Seol Yu-ran immediately agreeing. Seems she's far more addicted to the taste of King Cock than I'd anticipated.
"Perhaps it's similar to how the Tang Clan's perverts with their poison-resistant bodies get addicted to toxins."
The women of the North Sea. Their lust was terrifying beyond measure.
"Sword Saint, are you truly alright with this? Though I have no right to speak after committing such immoral acts... surely you understand this is far from an ordinary situation."
"Yes, you're right. This is anything but ordinary."
The Wi Ji Clan Head nodded without hesitation despite fully knowing how wrong this was, his demeanor bordering on madness.
"But consider the cultural differences—and this limp thing between my legs. Just look at it. This isn't the state of a normal household. I can't bear to watch my wife suffer any more because of... this."
What smooth words.
Now that I think about it, it's not that I'm good at acting—the Wi Ji Clan Head is the true master of performance. From his gaze to his gestures, he genuinely seemed to be passionately arguing for his wife's sake. But I, the one who planted the suggestion, know the truth.
This bastard is selling out his own wife just to get his dick hard.
I'd never implanted such a detailed suggestion before.
Right now, the Wi Ji Clan Head had genuinely traded his wife for the revival of his useless cock.
Well, if that's the case, no need to hold back.
"Then... when shall we do it?"
"Anytime while you're in this household. However, creampies are absolutely forbidden, and it must never happen when Bao'er is present."
This wife-selling bastard has the audacity to act protective of his daughter. If she ever brought home a boyfriend asking for marriage, he'd probably jump at the chance to approve it.
And "no creampies"? Does he really think that makes any difference?
Regardless, for now, I decided to follow the household head's words.
"Shall we do it now? The young lady doesn't seem to be leaving her room anyway."
"......"
"......"
As I immediately began unbuckling my pants, the married couple couldn't hide their disgusted expressions.