The White Horse Wife Met in a Dream
The White Horse Wife Met in a Dream
'Ddiririk, cheolkeok.'
With the cheerful sound of the door lock, the front door opened.
What greeted Jihoon as he dragged his exhausted body home from work was an unbelievably lewd and ecstatic sight unfolding beneath the light of the sensor lamp illuminating the dark foyer.
His perfect Russian wife, Yevgenya, possessed dazzlingly fair skin and luscious blonde hair.
She was bowing deeply in a perfect dogeza position, her forehead almost touching the cold marble floor.
Her attire was shocking enough to instantly paralyze her husband's sanity.
All she wore was a pure white wedding veil on her head, a see-through corset precariously half-covering her bursting, massive breasts, and a pure white garter belt along with fishnet stockings clinging tightly to her luscious thighs.
Her lower body, not even wearing panties, explicitly exposed her snow-white buttocks and the secret valley flushed in red, all due to her prostrate posture.
At the sound of the front door opening, Yevgenya, her body already burning with excitement and anticipation, breathed heavily.
She slowly raised her upper body, her cheeks blushing as she looked up at Jihoon with doe-like eyes.
"Jihoon Seobang-nim... Welcome home. You worked so hard outside today as well."
It was clumsy Korean, but inside it was filled with blind obedience and love.
With her hands neatly gathered together, Yevgenya continued speaking in a choked, deeply moved voice.
"Thank you so much... for saving me and my family when we had nothing but poverty and despair. If it weren't for you, Seobang-nim, I don't know what would have become of me... Being able to become Seobang-nim's wife and serve you every night like this is such a huge blessing to me. I'm thankful for today, and I'll be thankful for the rest of my life."
Her gaze was obedient yet glistening with dense lust.
Her blonde hair swaying beneath the veil and the sweat drops glistening on her collarbone created a strange contrast.
"I personally prepared a meal with all my heart for you, Seobang-nim. Would you like to eat first? Or would you like to take a warm bath to wash away your fatigue first? Or if not that......"
Trailing off her words, Yevgenya slyly raised her upper body from the floor and adjusted her posture into a neat kneeling position.
Her two massive breasts, squeezed as if they were about to spill out of the corset, swayed, and between her thighs, slightly parted as she knelt, her pussy was already wet and dripping love juice, fully exposed to view.
"...Would you like to... eat me first?"
It was an explicit temptation.
Jihoon kicked off his dress shoes carelessly, feigning an arrogant smile.
"Ha... You sly little thing. Talking about meals and baths with your mouth, while your bottom half is already soaking wet... I knew you were secretly looking forward to my dick, didn't I?"
"Ah-eut... Seobang-nim..."
"Cut the chatter and start with a blowjob."
As soon as Jihoon's order dropped, Yevgenya approached on her knees as if she had been waiting for it and positioned herself between Jihoon's legs.
Her white hands trembled finely with excitement as she unbuckled the belt of Jihoon's suit trousers and pulled it down.
As the zipper went down and his trousers dropped to his ankles, his cotton briefs, heavily steeped in Jihoon's body odor, were revealed.
"Haaa..."
Before even pulling down his underwear, Yevgenya buried her nose into the bulging crotch of his briefs and sniffed, inhaling his scent deeply.
"Seuuup... Sniff, sniff... Ahhh... Seobang-nim's smell... I love it so much. The sweat smell of a man who worked hard outside all day... and the thick scent of a male..."
She rubbed her face against his briefs like a drug addict, letting out ecstatic moans.
"Amazing... This heat coming through the underwear, this hardness rising as if to slap my cheek... My Seobang-nim's is the greatest in the world."
Yevgenya lovingly cupped the shaft bulging above his underwear with both hands, carefully stroking the glans and shaft through the fabric as she lavished praise upon it.
With her hot breath and touch, Jihoon's patience also reached its limit.
Finally, she grabbed the waistband of his underwear with both hands and pulled it down past his thighs.
Twung—!
Jihoon's suppressed, massive meat rod cut through the air as if springing forth, slapping Yevgenya's cheek with a smack.
At the majestic sight of the huge dick, veins bulging and flushed red, Yevgenya's eyes widened in anticipation of pleasure.
"Ahhh... Seobang-nim, all the hard labor of my husband today, this Yevgenya will melt it all away without leaving a single trace."
Holding Jihoon's shaft with both hands, she pressed a loving kiss onto the tip of the swollen red glans.
Jjo-ok—.
As her lips pulled away with a squelching sound, clear precum trickled from the urethral opening of the excited Jihoon, moistening Yevgenya's lips.
"My goodness~ My Seobang-nim... leaking so much water already... You must have held it in a lot, thinking about embracing me all day, haven't you?"
Yevgenya stuck out her tongue, voluptuously licking off the precum on her lips while smiling with her eyes.
"Don't worry. With my warm mouth, I'll make you shoot a refreshing load soon."
She opened her mouth wide and swallowed Jihoon's thick glans all the way to the depths of her throat in one go.
"Chururuup...! Jjoo-o-ok...!"
The hot, moist oral mucosa wrapped around his dick without leaving a single gap.
Yevgenya moved her head back and forth, licking the groove of the glans with her tongue and furiously sucking on the shaft.
"Haa... Good... Yeah, Yevgenya... That's it..."
Jihoon closed his eyes and threw his head back, surrendering his entire body to the perfect sensation provided by her tongue and lips.
Just at the moment when she opened her throat to swallow him down to the root, right at that perfect instant when every nerve in his body gathered at the tip of the glans and the urge to ejaculate rushed in......
"Hey, you crazy bitch!!! Open the door right now?!! Did this fucking bitch really go mad!!"
Suddenly, like a thunderclap, a shrewish and venomous woman's screech echoed out as if to burst his eardrums.
Following that, the raw sound of a marital fight—throwing things and pounding around—banged directly into his ears.
"Aw, man... Fuck... Ruining the mood like a fucking shithead, seriously..."
Jihoon muttered, furrowing his brow.
The perfect feel of Yevgenya's lips began to fade away.
'...Wait a second. The sound is coming from above?'
Suddenly, a sense of déjà vu struck him.
'The place I live in is the top floor... There's no way footsteps could be heard from above...?'
In an instant, the Russian beauty wearing the see-through wedding dress before his eyes, the cold and smooth marble foyer floor, and the hot texture inside her mouth all began to scatter like grains of sand, like a lie.
Flash.
He opened his eyes.
A musty smell of mold stinging the tip of his nose and damp humidity filled his lungs.
"Ah, fuck, a dream..."
Jihoon muttered in a hollow voice, staring up at the ceiling.
A semi-basement single room where the only window was a palm-sized ventilation window barely clinging near the ceiling.
Through the gap of that window, dim streetlight seeped in, illuminating the moldy wallpaper.
"Hey, you son of a bitch!! Are you even human?! Give me the money!!"
"Ah, fuck, won't you shut up?!! You're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood!!"
The alcoholic couple living upstairs was fighting like mad again, throwing pots around.
Every time a thumping sound echoed from the ceiling, the old fluorescent light shook precariously, and fine cement dust from the ceiling fell onto his face.
Jihoon sat up on the squeaking, old mattress.
Between his legs, the center of his old, yellowed boxer shorts bulged up like a tent.
It was a powerful, furiously angry erection caused by the fantastic blowjob from his Russian wife Yevgenya, which he had savored in his dream.
"Haa... My fucking life, seriously..."
Jihoon stared blankly down at the tent rising up as if trying to comfort him, then compulsively covered his ears at the screaming from upstairs, pulling the damp semi-basement blanket over his head.
However, the thin, cheap ceiling plywood was far from enough to filter out the shouting match of the couple upstairs.
"Why the hell did I marry a bitch like you, seriously!! What a waste of my life, you fucking cunt!"
"Hey, are you done talking?! You incompetent bastard who can't even earn a damn dime! I was insane! If I knew this would happen, I'd rather have married the fitness trainer instructor! That man is a hundred times better than you!!"
"What? Fitness trainer? Ha! Are you done talking? You slut!! Pack your bags and get the fuck out right now!!"
Wajangchang!
Once again, the sound of breaking glass accompanied by heavy dull thuds rolling across the floor frantically battered the semi-basement ceiling.
"Euaaaa...!"
Jihoon clutched his head under the blanket, letting out a groan like a beast.
He wanted to kick open the door this very instant, run upstairs, pound on their door until it broke, and grab them by the collar.
However, reality was cruel.
If a dispute over noise between floors brought the police or led to a fistfight, he didn't even have money to pay a fine, let alone a settlement—that was his reality.
A bottom-tier life with no money to fight, no ability, nor power to crush them.
The only rebellion he could manage was kicking the damp cotton blanket with his feet—Pang-pang!—holding his breath while waiting for them to tire themselves out and grow quiet.
"Haa... My fucking life..."
Jihoon grew exhausted from kicking the blanket and sprawled out in a star shape.
Staring blankly up at the fine dust falling from the ceiling, the blonde beauty who had been ecstatically caressing him in his dream until just a moment ago came to his mind.
The sweet smell of her skin lingering at the tip of his nose, the hot and soft texture of her lips, and her beautiful eyes that poured out blind affection while calling him 'Seobang-nim'.
"By the way, Yevgenya... Why on earth does this Russian woman keep appearing in my dreams?"
Everything was far too vivid to simply write off as a wet dream.
The fact that her name was Yevgenya, the narrative that he had saved her and her family, and even every single texture of her skin were vividly imprinted on his mind.
How could he, someone who had never been anywhere near Russia nor traveled abroad even once in his life, imagine the details of such a perfect foreign beauty?
Jihoon let out a sigh mixed with lingering discomfort and a strange reluctance, turning his head.
On the room wall blackened with mold, a few lottery tickets—his sole remaining hope—were precariously taped up.
The discrepancy between the extravagant mansion and perfect wife in his dream and the gutter-like reality right before his eyes choked his breath.
"Ha... Probably won't work out this week either..."
Jihoon stared at the numbers on the lottery tickets with hollow eyes, letting out a self-deprecating chuckle.