The Delivery Food Is Threatening Me
Wait, why didn't she tell me she had this kind of taste until now? It was simply his misunderstanding. He was saying this because he didn't know she had undergone a complete transformation. ...It’s dirty and ugly, but it feels good, I guess... And the fact that she had changed 180 degrees wasn't entirely bad. He had originally possessed such tastes, and he had tried his best to be a gentle husband in bed while hiding them. But now, she had come to him on her own.
“Haa-euhk...♡”
Still in the puddle, without even realizing her clothes were getting ruined, she was lying face down in a slightly grotesque manner, eyes rolled back as she felt the orgasm she had just experienced—the one he had spoken of.
He didn't want to clean this up; he felt like that yellow urine would get on his hands. But even if he tried to—
“...You crazy bitch, aren't you getting up? You’re dirtying the floor in your... Master’s house,”
“Heu-eup♡ P-please... punish... me♡”
It wouldn't work. She perceived it as a reward in the industry.
He turned on the hairdryer, thinking he should at least dry her hair first. While the whirring sound filled the room, he began to think not about how to wake her up, but about how he was going to survive in this house from now on.
And the world outside the house was an even bigger problem. She had frequently appeared by his side in public. The media had quite a lot of interest in the wife of a conglomerate heir. What she wore today, which brand it was, and how special their relationship was. Whenever that happened, she would act as if they were having the romance of the century—sincerely at first, and then like a performance later on.
Just before their divorce, there was an event at the Blue House, and he remembered the feeling of being left all alone in a place where everyone else brought their wives or husbands. “Go on your own. It’s a hassle. You... can do it alone, right?”
Thinking about it now, it made him angry. The crazy bitch said she liked it at first. But now, that was the bigger problem. If she stayed in that state, she would follow him around, clinging to his back and side, babbling about how following her Master was the natural duty of a bitch.
Still, watching her talk to his father earlier, he thought she wouldn't act like that outside, and he let out a deep sigh. Yeah. Just know the time and place. Just do that much...
‘I’d love to just throw her out of the house while she’s sleeping, but...’
There was a problem here. First of all, he didn't know where she lived. And if he took her to her parents' house, he could already picture his mother-in-law and father-in-law grabbing his wrists in shock, asking why he was suddenly dumping his wife at their place. And he had to think about last night. Even when he stepped on her arm so painfully, she didn't leave the house.
‘I should have known from then on...’
While her arm was being stepped on, she made sounds like she was dying of pain, but he had seen the corners of her mouth slightly curled up between her disheveled hair. Right after that, when he went into the master bedroom and hit her hips while having rough sex, he had thought, Maybe she likes being hit...
Now that she had become such a woman, what could he do to get her to leave? And finally, the look in her eyes as she stared at him with a viciousness that said she would never leave this house. He felt that with that much spite, she could even kill him, the homeowner.
During their marriage, no matter how angry she was at him, she had never looked at him with that expression. At the same time, her life, which had been a straight line with her career treated like her lifeblood, and the sides of her he had seen during that process, came to mind. The viciousness that made her destroy everything if she couldn't have it. The attitude that she would achieve what she wanted even if she died.
While he was thinking, she woke up.
— She felt water on the floor. She wondered if she had gone into the bathroom while masturbating, but it was the dressing room outside the bathroom. The floor was full of the vaginal fluid she had spilled. ‘I’ll... be scolded by Master...’ She tried to get up quickly to wash a rag, but seeing her clothes all turned into rags and dripping with water, she quickly took them off.
She heard the sound of him drying his hair and brushing it, and worried that she would be severely scolded if she went there, she began to wipe the water off the floor with her discarded clothes.
‘...Soak it up, quickly...’
A T-shirt from a famous brand she had bought in Japan. And the expensive skirt she had bought at a department store, worn so that her Master could explore her bitch body at any time. She didn't care if they were dirtied by urine. She had managed to get into this house, and if she were kicked out again, she intended to die right in front of the door.
She repeated the process of wiping for a long time, wringing out the clothes soaked with the urine she had spilled after letting herself feel pleasure, throwing them into the toilet, and then wiping the floor again.
Just as she was kneeling and wiping the floor, she saw feet and legs in front of her eyes. As soon as she saw them, she flinched as if her body had been paralyzed, then slowly raised her head to look at him.
“M-Master....”
In the novels she read, a man with a submissive constitution would be teased mercilessly by a femdom heroine, spilling water while neglected and dirtying the floor. The kill point was being caught by the owner while forcibly untying the rope and wiping the floor with a blanket, followed by beatings and rape to the point of losing consciousness, leading to fainting.
Having completely flipped that scenario onto herself, she began to tremble as she looked up at him.
“P-please, Master, don’t... hit me...♡”
— “No, seriously, hey. I’m not even thinking of hitting you, so why do you keep acting like you want it?”
“No, Master...♡ I, I... that... w-wanting it...♡”
But why do you keep adding hearts?
“Master isn't that kind of person...! You wouldn't be the kind of person to tie my arms to the corner of the bed with a rope, and in a fit of rage, hit my thighs and hips frantically... and then shove a purple, bumpy dildo into bitch Jia’s used pussy until I reach a climax... you’re not that kind of person, are you...♡ I know very well that Master isn't that kind of person...♡”
Hey, that sounds exactly like what you want?
“If you happen to hit my lower abdomen and thighs, please do it a little gently, just enough so I can feel the excitement...♡ Ah... but corporal punishment is bad, so Master, please forgive... bitch Jia, who immaturely dirtied the floor of this luxurious mansion...♡ Please...♡”
“Why would I hit your lower abdomen, are you trying to get someone killed... And this is an apartment! What’s with this ‘mansion’ talk!”
“Yes...? Master?”
For a moment, she looked at him with a chilling gaze. Seeing her change her expression immediately from the submissive posture everyone would recognize to one of cold indifference, he felt a chill run down his spine. What is this?
“...I don't mind. Even if I die.”
“...”
“Not only did I commit a grave sin. I dared. To listen to Master’s voice, and get excited and cum. I’m just a bitch who deserves to die.”
She crawled toward him slowly.
“If it’s you, Master, who educates both the mind and body strictly. Surely, you must educate me. For the grave sin I’ve committed...?”
— “I, I didn't want to... really....”
“Master...♥ Haa, I like it... so much♥”
They had sex a lot. Was it just sex?
“While Master was thrusting deep inside me...♥ You pressed your fist into my womb, so I...♥ I ended up cumming so easily...”
I have a lot to say, too. I didn't want to. Really.
“As expected, Master is manly...♥ To train a slut like me so quickly...♥ That hot gaze you showed while you were educating me...♥ I, I can’t forget it...!”
No, if you say things like that, people will misunderstand. Let’s speak clearly. I really didn't want to. But she approached me with a look like she’d bite me to death if I didn't do it, so how was I supposed to stop her? I really didn't want to. I did it against my will. It might look like I raped her, but this is definitely reverse-rape. I was the one who was squeezed dry...
“So much... inside me.... Hwoo...♥ It’s still hot...♥”
How did it end up like this? What kind of drugs did this woman take to change like this? The evil woman with such high pride who treated me, the only son of a conglomerate family, with all sorts of complaints as if she were the queen of the world—why did she change like this?
And I thought she had changed completely, but that wasn't it either. I thought she had just opened up some hidden secret taste since yesterday and rushed at me.... He had misunderstood until now. He thought her tastes were originally like this, and that she had been slowly satisfying these desires while having sex, and now that she couldn't take it anymore, she had rushed at him.
But just now, it was strange. She looked at him with an expression that said she would kill him if he didn't do what she wanted. As she said, it was not at all the attitude toward someone she desperately called ‘Master’.
“If I end up... pregnant with Master’s precious baby...♥ Haa....>_< Just thinking about it makes electricity run through my body...♥ I like it so much....♥”
“Won't you shut up? Who! Who the fuck! Who mentioned a baby! Fuck!!”
‘I need to send her to the OB/GYN quickly. It might be more important than my survival. Should I let her leave the house obediently? No, she said she’d do it herself. Still, if she doesn't leave, I have no choice. For a lewd slut, a leash is the answer. If I buy a dog leash and drag her along, putting her on the operating table for a Mirena procedure won't be a problem...’
W-what was I just thinking...? A leash? A dog leash? Me? I thought of something like this?