The Ex-Wife Delivered to My Door
“Fucking hell, that’s enough... Ha, seriously...”
“Hnnngh♡”
I spent nearly an hour calming her down. At first, I tried to settle her with direct commands, but she kept begging me to punish her, and it became impossible to handle. Eventually, I just laid her on the sofa and started sucking on her breasts for a long, long time.
“♥ Ah, it feels good! It, it feels so good, Master-!”
It felt less like I was the master and more like I’d become the slave, but I had no choice. If I didn’t satisfy her when she was this horny, I’d never hear the end of it—I still remembered what she’d put me through last night.
“Listen... don’t get all worked up without my permission.”
“How can I... I’ll, I’ll try... to t-try, okay? Master.”
I stripped her clothes off and squeezed her breasts like I was milking a cow, alternating between firm pressure and a soft release. Honestly, I was just moving my tongue to survive. Her nipples were already standing at attention the moment I took her clothes off, practically begging to be sucked, and as I kept going, I could hear her sobbing and moaning as she climaxed over and over again. She wasn’t this sensitive before; how on earth did she end up like this?
I stood up slowly and told her I was going to take a shower. She said she’d wait. After I closed the bathroom door and turned the water to a lukewarm temperature, I started washing my hair, thinking about her—the way she’d been on top of me, her eyes glazed over, saliva dripping from her lips.
Swoosh—
I tried to clear my head while I showered. How, and why, did she turn into this? My wife—no, my ex-wife—why does she keep devolving like this? Is it getting worse by the day? Or is she just lacking something, and if I fill that void, will she go back to normal?
Then, I started thinking about how to get her to return to her senses. If her words were anything to go by, it was all about satisfying her twisted desires...
‘Master, all the times you tormented me... please, torment me even more...♡ Do it to me, do it a lot...!’
No. That’s not it. Don’t do that.
‘Please, fuck this dirty, slutty divorcee Jia... until I lose my mind...♥’
Lose her mind? What kind of nonsense is that—
‘I really must be...♥ a perverted slut, Master♥ Master, I want your baby, I want to have your baby♥ I’ll raise it beautifully, so please, inside me...♥ Cum deep inside my womb♥’
Stop talking about babies, you idiot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s not how you go back to normal-!!!!!!!!!!!!
‘I’ll... I’ll quit my job. I don’t mind living like a beggar. I’ll just take the ring and the scarf.’
...I should have just let her take the ring and leave back then.
Anyway, I organized my thoughts and reached a conclusion.
‘Yeah, this fucking bitch... she was the one who went crazy demanding a divorce, and now she misses me? You fucking slut, I’ll train you exactly the way you want and then throw you out. I’ll only fuck you until your early thirties. After that, you’ll be past your prime, and I’ll cut you off immediately. Fine. I’ll do exactly what you want. Everything I couldn’t do before, I’ll do it all—a lot, every single day, without a break. I’ll keep doing it. You fucking slut, I’ve remembered every single moment you gave me hell. I’m going to pay you back for all of it. You bitch, ha. My anger just won’t cool down.’
I leaned my head closer to the showerhead and cranked the handle all the way to the right. I wanted to make my head colder.
‘I’ll turn you into such a slut that you won’t even be able to marry anyone else; I’m going to fuck you thoroughly. You looked down on me so much, didn’t you? Of course, I can do the same to you. Don’t you dare expect love from me. If you do, I’ll slap you across the face, you fucking bitch. Even if you sleep with someone else, I’ll make sure my 20cm cock is the only thing you can think about.’
My thoughts became so intense that I started muttering them out loud.
“You fucking slut, I’m going to rape you like a dog starting today. No matter where you are, I’ll drag you by the hair and fuck you. I’ll ram it in until your womb is torn to shreds. I should buy a dildo and a rotor on my way to work on Monday. That way, you can start using them from the very evening. Seo Jia, you bitch—a slut who’s just crazy for her ex-husband’s cock and wets the floor—you’d love it if I used those tools on you, wouldn’t you, huh?”
I finished my shower feeling refreshed, as if the stress had finally melted away. I dried my hair and body with a towel, then threw on the white robe she’d neatly folded for me. I tied the belt, hummed a tune, and opened the bathroom door.
“Hhh, hnnngh, haa-ah, Ma-, Master♥”
“What the fuck,”
“I want to be stuck on you like this, I want you to fuck me until you hit my womb, even if I tell you to stop... please, keep tormenting me, Master...♥”
Why the fuck is this woman doing this again, why!!!!!!
Even after he went into the master bathroom after sucking her breasts to his heart’s content, she maintained her position. Then, when she heard the sound of the shower water falling in the distance, she finally leaned back against the sofa and inhaled the lingering scent of him that filled the spot where he’d been sitting.
“Hnnng, it’s so good...♡”
Why, why did she only realize now that this was so good?
“I must be crazy too... complaining about the smell of sweat... not knowing it was this good... hnnng, *sniff*”
While she was drowning in his scent, she felt the sound of the water get louder. She looked at the floor, contemplating, and then, very slowly—so quietly that not even a footstep could be heard—she crept into the master bedroom.
“Haaa....♡”
The master bathroom door was made of glass, so the inside was partially visible. The glass was fogged up with steam, obscuring the view more than usual, but she didn’t care. If she pressed her body against the floor, the bottom part usually wasn’t as fogged up. That meant she could see even better.
“Kuh...♡ So that’s what you used to...♡ violate me like that yesterday...♡”
She vowed to herself to keep things exactly like they were yesterday. She would provoke his anger, make his fury boil over, and then guide him to use that heat to violate her. That was her plan. In her memory, her ex-husband was too kind—a man so upright it would be an understatement to call him handsome—so even if she made him angry, he wouldn’t hate her. Instead, she was certain he would violate her, saying things like,
‘Get fucked until you’re ruined...! Lose your mind and... cum in such an ugly way...♡’
She didn’t doubt it for a second. She watched his leg muscles and the tip of his manhood peeking through, and she wanted to go in right now and serve him with her tongue, but she held back with all her might. Lying prone, she placed her hand between her legs and began to rub her panties. The panties, already soaked from his foreplay, made the sensation of her hand even more intense. As her mind slowly turned white from the vivid pleasure, she was busy covering her mouth with her other hand.
‘I can’t just peek at Master and then cum while masturbating; if I get caught, he’ll definitely hate me...♡’
Just as the water sound grew slightly louder, and she thought she would have no regrets if she could just steal and drink the droplets falling from his body, she heard him.
“You fucking slut, I’m going to rape you like a dog starting today.”
“Hiccup♡. Eek...!♡”
Her ears perked up at his words filled with rage, and she tried to listen even more closely.
“No matter where you are, I’ll drag you by the hair and fuck you.”
“Oh, what do I do...♡ Please, please... me,”
She wanted to hear those insults even closer, directly. Her mind started to go white rapidly, and she couldn’t think of anything. The only thing left in her head was the desperate thought that she wanted to reach a climax by moving her fingers busily.
“I should buy a dildo and a rotor on my way to work on Monday. That way, you can start using them from the very evening.”
“A, a dildo...! A rotor, a rotor too...♡ I want to try it, Master♡ Master...♡ Five rotors inside... until I faint...♡”
And then (though he had absolutely, zero intention of doing so), his voice—which sounded to her like he was fully prepared to send her over the edge—reached its climax, serving as the highlight.
“Seo Jia, you bitch—a slut who’s just crazy for her ex-husband’s cock and wets the floor—you’d love it if I used those tools on you, wouldn’t you, huh?”
“Yes...! Yes, yes! Master♡ That’s right, your slut Jia is♡ crazy for the cock of the Suhyun who asked for a divorce...! Ugh♡ I’m, I’m going to cum♡...!! Haa-ah♡”
She prayed fervently that she was the target of the insults he was shouting while he showered. She had been longing to hear them, and her wish was granted. As a result, a pale yellow liquid slowly began to trickle down both of her thighs and pour onto the floor.
She had reached such a climax that the liquid formed a circle around her prone waist, flowing here and there, and she was so paralyzed that she couldn’t even feel what she was spilling. She just let her fingers go limp, lost in the sensation of the peak.
“Is she... doing this on purpose?”
That was exactly why the pathetic slut was lying prone before his eyes, her waist trembling occasionally as she desperately sought her Master.