The Ex-Wife Is Updating
She started acting as if she’d undergone some sort of mental reprogramming. What she was saying out loud and what she was thinking were two completely different things. If her words were "mild," her inner thoughts were becoming a "spicy" masochist.
'Master, I’m your only bitch. I wish you’d tell me that I’m enough.'
'I’m a good girl, and I listen so well, don't I?'
'I want you to spread my legs yourself... and watch how soaked I am.'
'I think I’m going to climax, come here quickly and do something to me, Master, okay?'
'Since you’ve already filmed me like that, I wish you’d treat me like a fleshlight.'
'My body is already tamed by you, how could I ever meet another man... It’s over, Master...!'
'I don’t want anyone but you. I’m completely broken, and my face must look a mess, but please, use me often, okay?'
Even so, the power of instinct seemed strong; she didn't act on those thoughts unless he gave her permission. She didn't translate every single thought into action. She was dying to shove two fingers into her panties right now, stimulating her clitoris and reaching climax multiple times without a break, but she edited those thoughts in her head and spat out only one sentence: "I want to... do it one more time... I’m going crazy..."
She knew that if she said exactly what was on her mind, she’d surely get slapped for being a shameless whore. She was a woman who felt extreme deprivation even when she was being doted on, so if she fell out of his favor, it would be a disaster.
00:52 AM. It had been roughly 40 minutes since this madness began. And his ex-wife—no, the crazy bitch currently positioned between his legs, her cheeks flushed red, trembling as she savored the afterglow of her climax—had only gotten worse, not better, as time passed.
She was pouring out fluids onto the living room floor as if it were her own private bathroom. Honestly, even though I called her a crazy bitch, it was intensely arousing. If she had shown me this on our first night during our honeymoon in Paris, even if she had kept working at her company, I would have grabbed her by the hair and filled her with cream like a pastry until she was pregnant with two or three kids by now. Or perhaps, if she had shown me this while we were dating, we might have ended up married due to a "shotgun wedding."
This crazy bitch was, truly, without a single lie, a genuine crazy bitch. If I just left her alone, I didn't think she’d even be able to sleep. I wasn't curious about the reason why. I wasn't curious about where she learned this, either. All I was curious about was just how much worse she would get from here on out.
"...Hiccup, I’m sorry, Master. You haven't even cooled down yet... and you’re not satisfied... but I went ahead and finished first...♡"
You don't sound sorry at all, do you...?
"I’ll wipe it up well. Because I have such a pathetic pussy... I, I will apologize like this..."
That doesn't look like an apology posture. Yeah. It really doesn't.
"I, I will try my best to please you, Master... I can serve you with my lowly mouth-pussy until you tell me to stop...♡"
Wait, isn't that a reward in your industry...?
Then, before he could even answer, she instinctively clasped her hands behind her waist. Acting as if she were bound even though she wasn't, she used only her mouth and tongue to take him in, slowly sliding him inside.
'Wait, is her mouth a pleasure zone? No, it wasn't like that when we were together...'
She took him in until he was right at the back of her throat, then slowly, bit by bit, deeper. She began to perform fellatio as if she were swallowing him whole. At the same time, her face turned pale as if she were suffocating, then she closed her eyes slightly. When she slowly opened them again, only the whites were visible, and she began to let out moans that made it hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure. It was easy to tell that she was dying of ecstasy.
'Ah, this crazy woman is really...'
Because the stream of urine spraying through her panties was hitting the floor, and the sound of it flowing was reaching his ears in a raw, unfamiliar way. Even so, she didn't stop; she pushed him deeper into her throat, swallowed him to the root, and then pulled him out again, pouring out a fountain of fluid as if she were climaxing all over again.
"Haa... Heu-euk... It’s, it’s good... Hiccup... Phew, ugh, hehe... Master...♡"
The member covered in saliva was mixed with her fluids, reaching the peak of filth, but she now stuck out her tongue slightly to lick it, and at the same time, brought her nose close to take a deep breath of the scent. In the past, she would have said, "Can't you clean that dirty thing...? Go wash up and come back...!" but now:
"Good, it’s so good... How can this scent, heu-eung...♡ I think I’m going to get addicted... Master, I love your cock so much..."
"Later♡ Later, please make me tear... okay? Master, please mess up my pussy... treat me until it tears...♡"
Now, I’m speechless. I was impressed with myself for filming this with a steady hand while sober.
"I want to... I really, really wanted to... I couldn't sleep because I couldn't be fucked by you... My pussy was itching so much, I thought I was going to go crazy..."
"I don't think I've ever been this wet before, should I show you...? Haa, please look, I’m... begging you... at my wet, slutty pussy...♡"
Then, she slowly sat down in the puddle, not even caring that her skirt was getting soaked, and slowly spread her legs to show him the inside. White lace panties—underwear that looked like she had come prepared for this—but he didn't care. The center of her panties was completely soaked, and even as she showed it to him, the fluid was dripping down clearly. He captured that on camera, too. The water stains between her thighs that didn't look like they would ever dry were impressive. If she had been wearing stockings, it would have been a 100-point video. Black ones.
"Am, am I being ugly...? The way I’m showing you my panties like this... you must think I’m very ugly, right?"
"Haa, but I like it... I really, really... want to feel the way it used to be, again... I want to do it a lot...♡"
He thought for a long time and tried to have a conversation with her, even though she wasn't in her right mind, but:
"You said you were worried if the neighbors heard."
"Hee, it’s the sound a bitch like me makes while serving her Master... if the neighbors hear, isn't that just something that can't be helped...?"
I really couldn't believe my ears.
"Huh?"
"Even if they hear it and come over, only you, Master... can satisfy me, heu-eut...!"
Is normal life even possible for her now? It’s becoming dangerous, as if the concept of a limit doesn't exist.
"Master, your respectable, haa, ugh...! ...I’m a slutty, useless pussy who climaxed while sucking your cock...♡ Even so, I’d be grateful if you bestowed your grace upon me... If you just shove your raw cock in really hard... Aang♥ Just imagining it makes me go crazy..., aheut!"
It’s dangerous. The fact that the heart is filling with color is too dangerous.
"Look, I don't know what you want by doing things you never did before, but my heart is still set on divorce..."
"Heu... euk, Ma...ster..., I am not your wife, how could I... be in such a noble position... I’m a woman who didn't even deserve it, so..."
While she was speaking, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse a couple of times. To show her cleavage. She was an ex-wife I hated so much, but her breasts were truly massive. If I remembered correctly, was it a 75E? I remembered her saying that if they got any bigger, she’d have to buy bras from overseas. Then, without being told, she used her fingers to grab the front hem of her wet skirt and pulled it up, tucking it in to make her plump, soaked panties clearly visible. She added in a tiny voice, "My pussy is soaked thanks to Master."
"So, so, haa, aheuk... eu-eut, ha-eung... I am just a♥ useless fuck-hole that satisfies you, Master, okay?"
Saying she was a useless fuck-hole, she slowly pulled her wet panties to the side, perhaps excited by herself or by the man in front of her, and lifted her hips slightly to reveal herself to him. That place, full of moisture, had perfectly sized labia minora, and above it, as he already knew well, a clitoris a little plumper than others. And below that, the urethra dripping with fluid, and below that, the vagina that collected the viscous liquid and then poured it out. Due to her physical characteristics, there was almost no hair. There was none on the sides, and only a little bit on top.
Watching that, he thought to himself, 'Ah, seriously, what should I say? What should I do? Is it really my time to die? They say people change completely before they die...'
Naturally, he would think that. Even when we were married, if we tried to have sex, she would block between her legs with her hands and tell me to turn off the lights, or she would beg me to do it under the covers. For a woman who was that embarrassed about being seen to be spreading her legs slightly wider with a face full of lust, saying, "Please fuck this dirty, divorced bitch Jia, who was kicked out of the house for running her mouth, until... until I lose my mind...♥"
Oh man, I’m dizzy...