My Wife Has Returned
Standing beside my bride was Lee Hak-su. She was draped in a massive Barbour coat. The radiant glow of the newlywed bride from the ceremony was utterly gone. Peeking from between the coat's collar was her collarbone, etched with countless unhealable bruises left by men's lips.
Nine long hours. I didn't need to ask what she'd endured during that endless time. Her hair, her face, those slender, delicate legs—even the high heels propping up her thin ankles were soiled with some unidentified sticky slime.
Fearing someone might see, I hurriedly pulled her inside. My wife stared at me with unfocused eyes and took a single step into the room. With every sway of her coat's hem, the revolting, fishy stench of males and the thick, musky scent of a female in the throes of heat invaded the space.
Lee Hak-su, my wife's father. The bastard sauntered right up to me.
"Care to take a look at this?"
He yanked hard on the cord in his hand. Hidden beneath the Barbour coat, the line snapped taut around her breast with a chilling tension.
"Ah, ngh…!"
A short, sharp moan escaped her. Losing her balance, she staggered forward like a paper doll being dragged. Instinctively, she clutched at her chest. I could tell right away. The heavy jewel-encrusted piercing clamped on her sensitive, erect nipple—and that cruel leash of enslavement connected to it.
Lee Hak-su tugged the cord roughly again, his face flushed with pride, as if showing off his prize livestock.
—Yank.
"Ah, aaah…!"
Before her scream could fully form, her upper body was pulled right up to me. Lee Hak-su cackled in satisfaction and commanded her.
"You're home now. Greet your husband properly."
Her hazy, unfocused eyes immediately turned to me.
"Kanghan… honey… I'm… home…"
The woman who panted like a beast in submission before lecherous old men, who even prostrated herself at her own brother's feet, begging to be his slave and drowning in masochistic ecstasy. But there was one person she treated differently: Lee Hak-su. Toward the man who'd sold her life for power and wealth, she refused to yield, even in death. Just nine hours ago, her gaze at him had burned with pure loathing and icy contempt.
But now, in her eyes as she obeyed his command, there was no hatred or defiance. Her pupils were glazed over, crushed by pleasure, blooming with the sweet indulgence of masochistic highs and the rapture of enslavement—like flowers of depravity in full corrupt bloom.
"Haa… haa…"
As she drew close to my face, panting hot breaths to cool the feverish heat of her ecstasy, the foul reek of semen mingled with her every exhale. Her beautiful face glistened white, webbed with thick drool and cum from countless men. Her once-pristine jawline and lips were crusted with sticky impurities.
Lee Hak-su ordered her.
"Now that you're inside, time to take off your clothes."
She bowed her head shyly and let the coat slip limply from her body.
—Ssshhhlup.
The moment it hit the floor, I froze in horror. Without the corset from the wedding, her belly protruded grotesquely, like that of a woman forcibly impregnated, straining against the thin dress fabric as if it might burst.
As the coat fell away, the men's rancid body odor and the scent of arousal filled the air. The once-pure white dress was torn to shreds, clumped with semen stains everywhere. From her cleavage to her slender inner thighs, not a single spot had escaped the splatter of others' seed. Her hair and body were drenched in sweat. The dense pheromones of a bitch stewing in heat mingled with the males' fishy stench, thickly fouling the room's air.
Suddenly, Lee Hak-su stepped behind her. He grabbed a handful of her breast and kneaded it roughly. The heavy diamond piercing trembled in his grip, crushing her tender flesh.
"What do you think of my daughter's state? So seductive, so beautiful, isn't she?"
Mad pride laced his voice. Pressing his lips to her ear, he stared straight at me—her husband—and continued.
"Just like her mother. The more she's defiled and trampled by men, the more lusciously alluring she blooms."
"Haa… haa…"
With every touch, her body quivered limply in enslaving pleasure. There was no refusal in her eyes. Instead, she twisted her waist, pressing herself closer to his hand. Fingers digging into her breast, the piercing's tug tearing at her flesh—the sadistic stimuli she welcomed as pure ecstasy.
Over five years of training, she'd been molded by countless men's hands into a perfect masochistic slave, trembling at the thrill of abuse. But her hatred and loathing for Lee Hak-su alone had remained unyielding, sharpened like a blade. That fierce resentment toward the father who'd sold her was her last shred of human pride, her sole defense.
Yet in just nine hours, that iron fortress of hatred had vanished like a lie.
"…Haa, Master. Ah, aaah…!"
As his fingers roughly massaged her breast, she let out sweet moans instead of disgust. He seemed thrilled beyond measure, shrugging his shoulders like a child boasting.
"Now, you bitch, get on all fours."
At his curt, brutal command, my bride Lee Seol dropped to her knees on the cold floor without a moment's hesitation. Drunk on triumph, Lee Hak-su paraded around the hotel room, yanking the leash.
—Yank!
"Ah, ngh…! Haa, haa…"
Each pull on the cords linked to both nipples jerked her torso at unnatural angles. The diamond piercings' weight and the leash's tension mercilessly stretched her delicate flesh. As she was dragged by that savage enslavement cord, a strange vibration hummed from her lower body. With every yank, the plug buried deep inside her churned grotesquely. It looked different from the one at the wedding. This time, a rod protruded from its center, pistoning ruthlessly into her sensitive membranes with every contraction of her womb, scraping without mercy.
"Ah, aaah…! Haa, ah…!"
Her smooth thighs quivered in spasms from the relentless stimulation. Love juices oozed from the plug's edges like honey, trickling down her inner thighs. Wherever she crawled, pulled by the leash, transparent sticky trails stretched long, soiling the carpet.
Lee Hak-su crowed in delight at the filthy floor.
"Look at that! Your noble bride leaves a bitch's trail wherever she goes. What a luscious sight!"
He sidled up to me, his voice soft and coaxing.
"Come, have a seat first. I've got quite a few things to pass along."
He urged me onto the sofa, then sank deep into the opposite seat. And he made my wife—my bride—prostrate at his feet. Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded. No one had ordered it, but she naturally peeled off his filthy socks, slow and deliberate.
"Haa… haa…"
The rancid sweat from his feet, stewing all day in tight shoes, wafted straight to my nose. Without hesitation, my wife began slurping obscenely between his toes. The pungent stench of grimy, sweat-soaked feet flooded her mouth relentlessly. Any normal person would have gagged instantly, but she didn't flinch—instead, she inhaled the foul aroma. Her tongue coiled obsessively around his toes, licking away the grime and sweat with her saliva as if cleaning them.
—Slurp, smack, schlop…!
The wet friction sounds filled the room. Her eyes were completely unfocused now. The shame of sucking the feet of the enemy who'd sold her as a sacrifice—and the depraved ecstasy of converting that shame to pleasure. She was trampling her own nobility, reveling in the corrupt flowers blooming from the ruins.
"Look at that. Your wife's tongue work is exquisite."
Lee Hak-su grinned crookedly at me, lost in pleasure. My wife, lips glistening from sucking his toes, looked up at me with eyes drowned in ecstasy. No resentment, no sorrow—just the masochistic rapture of licking her master's feet.
Lee Hak-su pulled a thick brown cigar from his pocket. He lit it, inhaled deeply, and exhaled a thick cloud over her head. The acrid smoke weighed down the room already thick with semen and sweat. His face twisted with perverse self-justification. The madman desperate to prove his cruel choice—offering his daughter as a sacrifice for power—was right after all. Through this scene of depravity, he absolved himself.
He grabbed her hair, yanking her head up forcibly.
"Look… Though I lost my daughter for a time…"
He displayed her face—smeared with drool and sweat from slurping his toes—like a medal of honor.
"As long as I didn't lose my wealth and power, I got her back."
His eyes gleamed. Gazing at Lee Seol panting like a beast at his feet, he reframed his past villainy as a "successful investment."
"In the end, I was right. With money and power, they always crawl back to your feet like this. Isn't that so?"
As if shedding the last pangs of conscience that had tormented him, he ranted with mad eyes. Lee Seol, hearing her father's deranged declaration, merely rubbed her cheek against his instep, trembling in enslaving bliss.
"Ashtray…"
At his low call, an unreal sight made me doubt my eyes. My wife, Lee Seol, released his toes from her lips, then mechanically bent at the waist, raising her plump ass toward him. Without a second's pause, Lee Hak-su pressed the glowing red tip of his cigar—over an inch of precarious ash—onto her pristine white cheek.
Sizzle…
The fishy scent of burning flesh mixed with the cigar smoke.
"Ah, aaah… ngh…!"
Her whole body convulsed visibly. A pain-wracked moan burst out, but she didn't lower her ass or pull away. Instead, her thighs twitched in that bizarre mix of pleasure and agony. Gray ash dusted her snow-white skin, a red brand searing clearly from the cigar's heat.
Lee Hak-su savored the sight, grinding out the cigar lightly on her flesh before grinning cruelly at me.
"Look… I succeeded in buying shares in this bitch at today's auction. A tiny amount, just about the size of this cigar, but still."
He lit a fresh cigar, inhaled deeply, and exhaled long over her ass before continuing.
"Her price skyrocketed today—unbelievably expensive."
His cigar-holding fingers roughly traced her smooth waistline.
"Without the Chairman's mercy, even this much would have been impossible."
He stubbed out the cigar, then groped the raw, red brand on Lee Seol's ass with thick fingers.
"Hngh…"
Each press on the searing wound made her thighs spasm, but she kept her ass raised.
"Even this small share makes me her master… and as you see, she turns like this."
Inhaling again, he said,
"Seize power and wealth. Then nothing will be impossible for you."
He blew the cigar smoke straight into my face. Beyond it, his gleaming eyes were those of a monster, stripped of human morals or natural bonds—pure predator instinct.
"Don't get swayed by pointless human sentiments."
He yanked her hair roughly, tilting her head toward me. Her face, which should have twisted in shame, was thickly stained only with masochistic pleasure from her submission.
"The organization has messages for you, so I came personally to offer my son-in-law some advice."
Intoxicated by his "achievement" that night, he preached his warped logic to me like a zealot spreading a corrupt gospel.
After ranting gleefully for a while, Lee Hak-su yanked up the hair of Lee Seol, who was still licking his feet. Her lips glistened sticky with saliva.
With a sleazy smile, he said,
"First, relay it to your husband, won't you?"
At his words, belated shame flickered in her ecstasy-glazed eyes. Her gaze at me trembled with humiliation and hesitation. But soon, she turned her ass toward me. Fingertips grasped the plug in her anus, slowly—agonizingly slowly—pulling it free. As it popped out, she exhaled a heated breath and bore down on her hole.
"Haa, ngh… ah…!"
From her tight anus, unidentified clumps of white semen gushed out in thick globs. Impossible to guess how many men had ravaged her insides—the filthy, fishy liquid mercilessly soiled the luxury carpet. But it didn't end there. Her narrow hole gaped unnaturally, and something wrapped in a condom began slowly revealing its head.