Chapter 59: You're Too ○○... (2)
Chapter 59: You're Too ○○... (2)
When I spoke coldly, my expression serious, the bedroom seemed to grow colder. Amid the silence, thick with questions, Seol Yu-ran looked at me as if she couldn't believe it... Her expression was so full of betrayal that it was painful to look at.
Seeing my female make that face almost made my resolve falter, but I had to harden my heart and put an end to this decisively.
I needed to confirm that she could truly leave with me without caring what became of Wi Ji-ja, and at the same time crush his pride so thoroughly that he could never recover.
It might leave a wound in her heart, but it was necessary.
I boldly hurled an insulting remark at her.
"What's with this pussy grip?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"I mean, why's your grip so loose when you're used goods, after being used by a little dick like that?"
"W-why are you being like this? It's the same pussy you usually like..."
Seol Yu-ran, with no idea what I meant, grew confused and thoroughly dispirited. Seeing her shrink back like that, it seemed her self-esteem was about to plummet from the betrayal.
They said women held the authority in North Sea culture, and yet a few words were enough to make Seol Yu-ran lose heart.
"Did you get all your pent-up desire out? Your pussy grip's different from before. You used-up pussy."
"How can you say something so cruel...?"
"Do you want me to stop fucking your pussy?"
"......"
At that moment, the roles of superior and subordinate were completely decided.
There was no way she could give up my King Cock now that we'd come this far. That would mean denying everything that had happened until now. Could she really give up the life of cock-filled debauchery she'd already sunk so deeply into?
I repeatedly lifted and let go of her enormous tits, insulting her on purpose.
"Just look at these tits. They're so big they're sagging. It's ugly. Wouldn't it be nice if they were as big and firm as Chi-chi's?"
"......"
Seol Yu-ran's eyes trembled. No matter how confident she was in her own body, she must have thought it was a distant hope to match the 'perfection' of Chi-chi's figure—Chi-chi, a young Super Peak master and the descendant of the First Heavenly Demon, as well as the Heavenly Killing Star.
A mother nearing forty couldn't help but feel insecure.
"This won't do."
I put my hands on my hips and spoke as if there was truly nothing for it.
"Let's break up."
"M-My disciple?!"
"!!"
Seol Yu-ran was aghast, and Wi Ji-ja, in the corner, gave a great jolt.
He must have thought that if his wife were abandoned by me, she might go back to him. It was so obvious I didn't even have to see it; a total cliché.
This was the fate of a protagonist in an erotic novel.
A sort of causality, with the flow of the plot working in his favor like this.
Like that Third-rate martial artist who hadn't noticed even though I was fucking the childhood friend I'd once promised to marry in the next room! His eyes filled with the faintest glimmer of hope.
I couldn't help but smirk at that gaze, so sincerely hoping I would abandon Seol Yu-ran.
Seeing that hollow laugh, Seol Yu-ran must have thought she really might be abandoned.
"You like your master's titjob, don't you? Hmm? I'm the only one with tits big enough to almost cover my disciple's King Cock. Are you really going to break up with me?"
She abruptly crouched down, took hold of her huge tits, slick with her own milk, and tried to give me a titjob. Since I'd just come and my cock had softened a little, it was very easy for Seol Yu-ran to envelop all of it in her tits.
Supreme softness. She continued the titjob with the principle of softness, so plush it was beyond compare.
Chi-chi and Seol Yu-ran alike seemed to apply the subtleties of their martial arts to sex, using the Bedchamber Arts.
She rubbed my cock in dazzling, elaborate strokes like the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, then enveloped it in the utmost softness. By removing only the pressure from the pleasure and pressure of her tits' grip, and giving me nothing but pleasure, she showed just how talented she was at titjobs.
This might be one thing even Chi-chi would have trouble matching.
Their technique might be evenly matched, but the specs of their tits were just too different.
I wanted to get hard at once and stick it into her pussy, confronted with the greatest titjob in the world, surpassing even the Central Plains, but I endured it with superhuman patience.
"Master. Is this really all you can do?"
"I-Is it not enough? I'll try harder. Hmm? So please, don't say things like breaking up."
"Why would I?"
"My disciple..."
I looked down at her with a cold gaze and spoke.
"If I'd known you'd become this pathetic as soon as I replenished your yang energy, I never would've fallen for you. Or would you rather let your pussy grow cobwebs for another five years, then mate with me?"
"......"
At the thought of living with pent-up desire and no sex for another five years, her eyes turned dark and murky. No one said that just because you'd managed to do something difficult once, doing it a second time would be easy.
If anything, knowing all too well how difficult it was made people even more inclined to avoid doing it again.
Just like them, at the mention of letting her pussy grow cobwebs again, Seol Yu-ran shuddered as if the very thought was horrifying.
"What... do you want from me?"
At last, she asked me directly, her eyes full of firm resolve, as if she absolutely couldn't let that happen. She seemed to have realized that I was acting this way because there was something I wanted.
I put on a frivolous smile and licked my lips obscenely.
"You know what I'm into. Beg me—vulgarly, and lewdly."
"Very well."
I wondered how Seol Yu-ran would beg.
I knew I'd hurt her, and yet I could also catch myself taking a small amount of pleasure in it. Apparently, a little sadism was mixed in with my sexual tastes.
Otherwise, how could my heart lift even slightly at the sight of Seol Yu-ran suffering in earnest?
What was more, since I didn't seem to enjoy tormenting her physically all that much, it looked as though I liked tormenting her mentally. A nastier kind of sadistic streak.
"I'll begin."
With that, Seol Yu-ran dropped to her knees. Then, slowly...
Tap.
She placed her forehead against the floor. Both hands planted on the ground, head bowed, buttocks raised—an entirely naked dogeza.
"I'll do my best. Whenever and wherever my disciple wants, I'll spread my pussy and be ready to take his cock. If you tell me to leave my husband, I'll leave him; if you tell me to leave my daughter, I'll leave her. I'll become a master who's nothing but a cum tank, reserved just for my disciple... If you want me to be a plaything, or a bitch, I'll faithfully fulfill whatever role you choose. So... please don't abandon this master."
"Wow."
It was a declaration of submission so perfectly delivered in a naked dogeza that I couldn't help but be impressed.
What else could I possibly add to that? I was seriously pondering the question when an intruder suddenly appeared.
"Darling!"
"You?"
At Wi Ji-ja's call, Seol Yu-ran stopped in the middle of her naked dogeza and looked up at him in surprise. She clearly hadn't expected him to interfere after all this time, when he'd been cuckolded and done nothing but watch like a piece of furniture.
Facing Seol Yu-ran as she looked at him, Wi Ji-ja lowered his pants and pulled out his erect cock.
...Fuck. My eyes.
"I... I can get hard too! My cock can stand! You don't have to ask that scoundrel to cheat with you anymore. I'll do it! I, your husband, will work hard from now on!"
That declaration left me astonished.
'The cuckold-fetish suggestion has worn off?'
Could the inner energy I'd built up through the Celibacy Art already be making him more resistant to the effects of the suggestion?
No, that couldn't be it. Even if it were true, after being steeped in the cuckold fetish for so long, there was little hope that his sexual disposition could return to normal now.
Which meant that Wi Ji-ja's willpower was simply so deep and strong that he'd finally managed to overcome a suggestion that had lasted for so long.
So this was the strength of a master of his era, once hailed as the Zhongnan Sword Saint. I couldn't help but admire him anew.
"Darling..."
"You can see my cock... no, my dick, right? I can satisfy you sexually now, too. I can give you yang energy. So you can come back to me now. No—please, just come back to me."
He begged so desperately that, for an instant, Seol Yu-ran's eyes wavered.
"I can't tell you how much I regretted it after you left, or how hard it was to live with that grief. I won't treat you that way anymore, the woman I love. Even the child of that man you're carrying... I'll cherish them like family. I won't cling to some pathetic pride anymore. So please... just come back to me and Bo-a."
Was his heartfelt plea really getting through to her? Tears gathered in Seol Yu-ran's eyes.
She was certainly reacting to her husband's remorseful appeal.
But—
"I'm sorry."
"Why...!"
"It's already... too late."
Though she was crying from happiness at her husband's sincere apology, Seol Yu-ran gave him a twisted smile.
"My pussy has already adjusted to his. Just looking at him brings back the pleasure that's been imprinted on me... My womb pounds, wanting to get pregnant. Going back to you and Bo-a with a lewd womb and pussy like this... is impossible."
"I'm saying I'll take on that role!"
"No. You can't."
"Why not?!"
"Because—"
Seol Yu-ran's gaze flicked down to Wi Ji-ja's erect cock.
"Your cock is just too tiny... I don't think I'd feel a thing even if you put it in my pussy and came inside me."
"......"
Wi Ji-ja's mouth fell open. Even after going this far, he hadn't gotten through to her at all.
No—that wasn't quite true. He had gotten through to her. It was just that the pleasure imprinted on her by my King Cock was superior.
He was already imprinted in her mind as an inferior male, and Seol Yu-ran sincerely believed that going back to him would only end in ruin. Faced with that, Wi Ji-ja crumbled. This time, he had reached a point from which recovery as a male was impossible.
Before the inferior male whose erection had faded and cock had gone limp, I planted my foot on Seol Yu-ran's head and pressed her forehead back against the floor.
"Master. Declare it again in front of that inferior male. What are you?"
"I am... my disciple's. I'm a cum-tank master who'll offer him my pussy whenever he wants....I'm sorry, darling. I've become a woman who can no longer exist without this boy."
"......Gyaaaaaah!!"
At Seol Yu-ran's declaration of ownership, delivered in a naked dogeza, Wi Ji-ja suddenly let out a bizarre scream and ran out of the room.
Now that the nuisance was gone for good—
Schlup!
"Ogok♡"
"Receive your cum like a proper cum-tank master! Hyah!"
"O-Oh, ooh. My d-disciple's semen... this master will take all of it into her baby-making chamber...! Ohhohok!!"
I began enthusiastically devouring her pussy.