The Corruption of a Former Wife
"Damn it, didn't you say you were a cunt who couldn't even get pregnant? And now this?"
He looked down at his ex-wife for a long time, lost in thought. For a moment, a flicker of worry had bloomed in her heart—she had expected him to just pass out from the alcohol. But that was short-lived.
"..."
He walked slowly toward the wardrobe, threw the door open, and grabbed one of the many ties she had gifted him. Then, he turned back.
"Wait, Master, I can't, I can't see—"
"Ha... just shut up. You're noisy."
He covered her eyes with the tie, wrapping it tightly behind her head so she couldn't undo it. Frustrated by the loss of her vision, she reached her hands toward her eyes, but he took off the cotton T-shirt he was wearing and bound her wrists just as firmly as he had her eyes. She squirmed with her whole body, begging him to let her go, crying that she was scared, but he didn't even pretend to listen. He went back to the wardrobe.
'...'
He was wondering if there was anything else useful. Right now, there was no reason left in his head. Every action was deliberate and firm, yet he was undeniably dead drunk. Incapable of normal thought, only one purpose dominated his mind.
'I'm going to train this bitchy, masochistic slut so she never dares to enter my room again.'
The next thing he brought out was a very long coat. He tied one sleeve to the edge of the bed and used the other to wrap around her ankles. A brown long coat and a black double-breasted coat. With all four limbs bound, she was left in a state where she couldn't control her own body, let alone savor the afterglow of her climax. She trembled so violently it was visible to his eyes, calling out to him desperately.
"Suhyun, Suhyun... this isn't right, this..."
Although it was similar to scenes she had seen in novels, she had never believed it could actually happen, and certainly not that she would be the one to suffer it. She had been enjoying the taste of a man within the boundaries of her own expectations, but now she had no choice but to call out to him in this state of terror.
"I'm going to go wash up now,"
"..."
"If you move that pig-like body of yours even an inch..."
"..."
"I'll kill you."
His final words were like those of a serial killer threatening a kidnapping victim. He leaned in close to her ear, speaking in a tiny, thick, and extremely low bass before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower. A quick one. Even in that short time, she replayed his voice, the strong scent that had momentarily wafted over her, and the overwhelming fear born from his threat that gripped her entire body. While he was inside, she had no idea how many times she had reached climax on her own while wetting the bed.
"..."
When he came out, she truly hadn't moved even a centimeter, just as he had commanded. He leaned against the wall and watched her. She turned her head this way and that, calling for him, but when he remained silent, she bit her lip hard, her thighs and pelvis trembling, until a yellow stream of liquid erupted once more from between her legs.
One might think she had completely lost her mind, but as mentioned, he was in an abnormal state himself.
"What did I say would happen if you moved?"
"Hiiik, Ma, Master, I, I didn't move..."
"You moved just now."
Her neck shuddered as she tilted her head toward the sound of his voice, begging him for mercy. She even tried to bring her arms, which he had tied high above her head, forward to plead, but there was no way that would work on him.
Slurp—
"Hup, ugh!"
He pressed a single finger against her forehead, pushing her back. She managed to lift her upper body, only to tumble back onto the bed. He climbed over her and pressed his engorged member against her mouth. He told her to suck it on her own, treating her like a rape victim and threatening to kill her again if she didn't comply. Hesitating, she moved her mouth slowly, searching for him, then took him into her mouth, trembling with her tongue and lips as she caressed him.
However, the stimulation inside her mouth caused him to swell even further, to the point where her lips felt like they might tear. In the midst of this, he put strength into his waist and began to face-sit her, leaving her in a situation where she couldn't even tap his thighs to beg for her life.
"I told you not to whine about that."
"..."
"Do you really want me to bring a knife?"
"Uuuu, ...I'm sorry...!"
Ugh, hup, phew... haa, haa....
Between her legs, she was already soaked, and as if possessed, she trembled, repeating the cycle of reaching climax and coming down on her own.
"Mas-ter...!"
"...P-please... even if I had the procedure, it's useless... please, just cum all inside me...♡"
He seemed to be dutifully trying to grant her request. Whenever he felt the urge to ejaculate, he would grab his member with his hand, pull it from her mouth as if disconnecting a ventilator, and move immediately below. He shoved his member mercilessly between her legs, which were forced open by the bindings, and ejaculated as if emptying a vessel. Of course, while his semen pounded against her cervix, even that brief moment felt addictively good to her.
"...Haa♡ It's, it's coming in♥ Master, Master♥ S-slowly♥ Too much...!♥"
By the third time he forced her to take him into her mouth, his lower body was crushing her chest. She was writhing her waist, letting endless amounts of semen trickle out. It was a bonus that her vaginal opening couldn't even close properly, leaking fluid because she couldn't tighten it.
"Hup, it's still♡ bi, big...♡ What do I do♡"
"Mas-ter, are you...♡ cumming a lot...?"
"Haa...♡ Inside my cunt, to your heart's content, inside Jia's slutty cunt... do it a lot...♡ Make me pregnant...♥"
Of course, it was impossible for her to get pregnant, but every time she said the word "pregnant," he felt something burning inside him. Perhaps it was because his brain was imprinted with the memory of her as a woman who had been deathly afraid of having a baby before their divorce. Seeing her now, impaled by his member, covered in bodily fluids, and hearing the very words he had wanted to hear—"make me pregnant"—while she was bound and blindfolded, was too much. And perhaps because he was dead drunk, it acted as an even greater stimulant; he moved his waist to his heart's content.
"Hee, Mas, ter...!♥ My uterus, my womb...♥ is being pressed...♥ It feels like I'm being raped because it's being pressed so hard...♥"
She felt as if her soul were leaving her body, yet she tried her best to find the points he liked. She noticed that while he liked her sucking his chest while he thrust, he moved even more violently whenever she asked to be made pregnant. '..This is it, this is the trigger...! This was the point...♥'
Every time she uttered those words, she could sense his actions becoming rougher and more violent than when she didn't. Although she couldn't see anything because her eyes were covered, she could feel it whenever she touched his neck, shoulders, arms, or abdomen with her bound hands. Imagining herself as a semen-receptacle, blind and helpless, being ravished by a beast, and imagining her ex-husband's muscular body, she found herself leaking more fluid than ever, and the frequency of her orgasms increased significantly.
"Uuuuugh♥ Haaaa...♥"
"Cum for me, more... more, more...♥"
"Good♥ Too...♥ I'll do it with my mouth again♥"
She didn't know how many times he had ejaculated, but now her stomach felt bloated. It felt as if she were so full inside that there was no space left. Feeling the abundance of semen sprayed deep within her, her imagination heightened by her blindness, she thought, 'I, really... pregnant... a baby, it's happened...♥'
Thinking that her womb had been conquered by his seeds, she decided she should use that line more often. That thought was brief, however; he roughly flipped her over and pressed his upper body down on her, grinding into her portio point. Every time he did, she would open her eyes blearily beneath the tie, feeling the afterglow.
"Ghuuup... ughhh....♥ Mas-ter...♥"
Because she had been turned over, she buried her face in the pillow. She felt him targeting that strange spot—the one that made her cum the moment it was touched—and he was pressing down on it hard whenever he ejaculated. Since she couldn't even reach him to touch him back, a terror beyond comparison, mixed with insane pleasure, washed over her entire body, and she thrashed about.
Perhaps because she was moving too violently, he—
Smack— Smack— Smack—
"Hieuuuup...♥ Ugh... aaaaah♥"
He left red handprints on her snow-white buttocks without hesitation, training her over and over. And so, while he was lost in the madness of alcohol and she was floundering in the swamp of depravity—
Whirrrr—
Thinking it was his own phone, the one he had set up to record before coming in, his phone was capturing the entire scene. He had no idea what impact that recording—which he had started just to entertain himself whenever he felt like touching her again—would have on him later.