The Ex-Wife Who Turned Into a Pet
I was a chaebol executive in the outside world, but at home, I was a Common Sense Modification trainer? Thinking about what happened yesterday, I wanted to kick and tear apart the expensive, bunched-up duvet in front of me. I thought I’d cleared my head after the divorce, but to think I’d been defeated so miserably—what was I supposed to do now? As I stared straight ahead, lost in thought, I heard a sound.
“Uung...”
I looked to the side and saw her, covered up to her shoulders in the duvet, sleeping soundly without a care in the world. No, it was a dream. It wasn’t reality. Yesterday. There’s no way Seo Jia would... I pulled back the blanket slightly, and I was stunned. From her neck down, she was covered in so many hickeys that I wondered what the hell I had done. There were at least five or six just on the front of her neck, where people would see them most easily, and her collarbones were even worse.
Red flowers bloomed everywhere, and on her breasts, which looked whiter than milk, the hickey marks and bite marks were particularly prominent against her pale skin. “Good God.” It looked like I had kissed her abdomen several times, too. There were marks there as well. The handprints from where I had gripped her tightly were still visible even after she’d slept through the night.
She was a woman who had attended the same elite university as me, held a high-ranking position in a government ministry, and skillfully handled interpretation for famous people both domestically and internationally. Now, she was lying next to me in bed, completely turned into a bitch, fast asleep.
I pulled the blanket down a little further. “...” Even I thought it was excessive. When the blanket was fully removed, palm prints were etched in high resolution onto her buttocks—on both sides. If I had to be precise, her right buttock was worse. I must have struck that side more. And between them, looking at the smooth, exposed woman, I clutched my head.
“Ah, fuck, why did I...”
It was 11:00 AM. Since we had slept before 4:00 AM, she must have been asleep for seven hours. It wasn’t a short time, but even so, the evidence of how I had brutally ravaged her last night—clumps of semen—was still oozing out from between her legs, running down her tofu-white buttocks and thighs, soaking the bed. Cream pie was the only accurate term for this sight.
Seeing that, my mind went blank. I squeezed my eyes shut, opened them, and then shut them again at the unbelievable reality. To evaluate this situation objectively:
• I divorced my wife.
• My ex-wife broke into my house.
• But my ex-wife started obsessing over me.
• And she started obsessing over me sexually.
• She seduced me—but I lost.
• She said she couldn't handle three times a day, but in my hazy memory, I did it at least five times. Sofa, doggy style, missionary, rear entry, side position... ah, I did doggy style one more time. At least six times...
• And she seems to love it to death. I don't know if she's acting or not.
• ...Basically, we had sex like dogs.
Still, there was a glimmer of hope. If her goal was to make me feel longing and pity, she had succeeded. Yesterday was a pretty good night, after all. I wondered where else I could find sex like that. But once she came to her senses, she would probably return to normal, and then, blaming herself for what she’d done, she would pack her bags and leave without a word.
I slowly went out to the living room, avoiding the bodily fluids scattered here and there, brought her clothes, and placed them on the bedside table so she could put them on immediately. Then, I checked my phone for a while, scrolled through a new webtoon, and feeling sleepy, I covered myself with a blanket and drifted off. With the comfortable thought that the problem would be gone when I woke up, I fell asleep with a smile.
Then, I opened my eyes slightly and checked the clock. 2:00 PM. I’d slept quite a bit. I looked to the side, and she was gone. I let out a joyful smile, took a deep breath, and let it out twice. I bit my lip. I survived. Thank God. I’m free—wait, this is my house, so being free is—no, I’m free, right? As I felt happy, my expression slowly distorted, and I was soon struck with shock, trembling.
“*Slurp*, *smack*, *uung*, *ah*, *ah*... Master, are you awake...? Hehe♥”
This, this crazy bitch, seriously!!!!!!!!!!
She slowly woke up from her sleep. The dream was good. She was holding a beautiful baby. It was a girl. Judging by her size, she didn't seem to be a newborn. Because she was fussing, perhaps hungry, she instinctively offered her breast. While she was smiling happily, looking at the baby in the chair in front of the balcony, a man slowly approached, massaged her shoulders, and set down a cup of freshly squeezed watermelon juice.
“Thank you, honey.”
“The baby is hard work. Should I hold her?”
“No. You worked yesterday, too, so please rest comfortably on the weekend.”
“I can’t just lie down when the baby is so cute.”
As the baby was nursing, she saw a familiar face—her father—and quickly pulled her mouth away from the breast, smiled slightly, and waved her hand. The man held the baby’s hand.
“It would have been better if it were a son.”
“No, it’s better because it’s a daughter. She looks like you... she’s already beautiful.”
“Should we have a son for the second one...?”
“That’s not up to me.”
She looked at the baby and blushed, and the man stood by her side, asking how one could decide the gender at will, but...
“...They say if you do it consecutively at night, you get a handsome son. If the husband loves his wife a lot...”
“Is that why it’s a daughter? Well, I didn't love you much back then...”
She shook her head beautifully in her dream. “N-no, that’s not it. Please love me. You know how much I love you... I only have my husband. You know that.”
“Then, after we put the baby to sleep later...”
The man suggested it first. “Please ravage me as you like, just like before♥ I want to have Master’s baby again...♥”
After having such a strange and pleasant dream, she slowly opened her eyes, saw him sleeping next to her, and smiled. Her smile widened, and she kissed his cheek once and his lips once before leaving the room. Outside the room, the traces of last night were everywhere. Her survival instinct, still operating in her head after witnessing the scene, instructed her:
• If you leave the house like this, you will be kicked out.
• Clean the house to its original state immediately.
• If you use outside help, Master will not look at you favorably.
• You must consistently show that you are trying on your own.
She was confident in cleaning. She had wanted to make her husband do it, and if she wanted to make him do hard work and he didn't want to, she was going to ask him to treat her roughly. But now, she had no such heart or thought. She had to do all these things herself. Because:
“I, I am... the bitch of this house. I have to do everything alone, and I have to make a house where Master can rest comfortably... I am Master’s possession.”
Without even realizing what she had said, she washed the mop, wiped the floor, installed a diffuser she found somewhere to create a scent, closed the door tightly so the heat wouldn't go into his room, and ventilated the rest of the space. Also, since anything recognized as Master’s property should not be touched without permission, she didn't touch the place where the car simulation game machine was installed, the computer, or the desk. She couldn't even clear away the cup he had finished drinking from. Even though her remaining nature told her to clean the cup:
“No... absolutely not... without Master’s permission. If I get dragged to the front door again and thrown out of the house, I... I can’t live...”
Furthermore, when she remembered him shouting and getting angry yesterday, she began to tremble and pee on the floor while looking at the cup. It was because she was too scared. Her ex-husband, whom she worried about sending out into the world because he was so gentle, had shown a terrifying expression and tone for the first time, a lion’s roar that proved he had no feelings for the other person, feeling both dry and sharp at the same time. Imagining herself being dragged away after hearing that voice for touching the cup without permission, she couldn't help but sit down in fear and pee herself.
After cleaning that up perfectly and organizing the house more neatly than a cleaning company, she went back into the master bedroom. The moment she opened the door, she felt the male scent, the smell of his sweat that made her heart pound, and finally, the scent of semen that made her lower abdomen throb, making her want to have her ex-husband’s baby right away. Having regained some of her reason by focusing only on cleaning, her thoughts collapsed, and she began to lick his feet.
Soon, she crawled under his duvet, and as the plump duvet heaved, the sound of wet tongues and lips began to ring through the room. It was an unauthorized act, but she remembered yesterday vividly. She also knew for sure why she had no choice but to do this. It would be fortunate if it were just for money, but after losing the person she loved by her own hand and being on the verge of taking her own life, she had squeezed out his semen and sucked it up with the fellatio she performed while clinging to him, and she had engraved it in her mind:
• Master likes deep-throating.
• Master enjoys it when I serve him with my mouth.
• If I give Master a gentle fellatio while he’s sleeping, he will surely praise me.
• ...Maybe as a reward, I can be injected with plenty of semen...♥
So she started the fellatio, and as the time for him to ejaculate approached, the man in her mouth twitched, so she tightened her throat slightly to prepare to receive it. She prepared herself, thinking that if she blocked the tip with her tongue, the semen would spread throughout her mouth and she would go crazy just from the scent—and while she was preparing, he woke up. Then, hearing the swearing:
“Master, hee-ee...♥ It’s, it’s good... Master liked it too, right? That’s why there’s so much...♥”
No, fuck, I don't like it—no, I like it, but I also hate this.
“If this much is injected into my uterus during ovulation, I will definitely get pregnant with Master’s baby...♥ Ha-ang, ah... just imagining it makes me tremble...♥”
This crazy bitch, seriously, keeps...
“Master, please scold me a lot like yesterday...♥ I... I think I’ll die if I don't have Master’s scolding...♥ *Gulp*,” she showed him the semen, swallowed it, and showed him her empty mouth, expecting praise. When he looked at her with an incredulous expression, she blushed slightly.
“...Ah, I... *ha*... I, who have greedily taken Master’s noble cock into my mouth, *heu-eung*♥, it’s lewd... the scent is so good... Please scold this humble bitch♥ who has committed such a sin, Master... like yesterday, Master, like yesterday♥, as an excellent trainer♥, please show me, please teach me....♥”
No, fuck, why... why am I suddenly a trainer!