My Wife Has Returned 2
My wife strained once more, her face twisted as if she might faint. Her eyes, soaked in shame moments ago, now gleamed with indescribable agony and masochistic fervor.
"Ahh... haa... ah!! ♥♥"
The plug lodged in her pussy had a rod at its center that pistoned relentlessly on its own. Sticky love juices leaked from the gaps around it.
"Ugh...!"
With a bestial groan, whatever had been buried deep inside her finally dropped to the floor with a plop. Having expelled everything, she collapsed face-first onto the carpet, utterly spent. Her cheek pressed against the cold fibers, she gasped raggedly. But her lower body kept twitching in the aftershocks of climax, her slender waist writhing uncontrollably.
Lee Hak-su watched, drawing deeply on his cigar in satisfaction. As his daughter spasmed between pain and pleasure, the ash he flicked from his cigar drifted down onto her back like snow.
He turned to me, as if to reassure. "Don't worry. There's not a trace of shit mixed in."
He nudged the puddle of milky fluid spreading across the floor with the tip of his shoe, continuing calmly like an inspector certifying cleanliness. "It's just the males' semen."
Gazing down at Lee Seol as she convulsed on the floor, he added, "She took in semen all day long, getting nutrient IVs whenever her energy dipped. There wasn't room in this bitch's guts for any filth. So relax and watch. What came out of her is nothing but the pure, condensed essence of those men's desires."
He wasn't lying. What poured from my wife's anus was nothing but clumps of pale, sticky semen reeking of that fishy night-bloom stench. The room filled instantly with the revolting scent of that bodily fluid.
Those viscous pools staining the luxury carpet were stark proof of how many males she'd served as a seedbed today.
Lee Hak-su addressed Lee Seol, who lay there breathing sweetly in exhaustion. "Now, before handing it over to your husband, you need to clean it up nice and proper, right?"
His voice was so affectionate it sent chills down my spine. At his command, she pushed herself up from the floor where she'd been panting. Tremors from the lingering pleasure shook her limbs, but her enslavement to her master overrode even instinct.
Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees and crawled. Then she began lapping up the milky semen clumps she'd just expelled from her anus, the ones that had soiled the carpet, with her lips.
"Slurp, slurrp... haa, ugh..."
The filthy liquid, thick with that fishy night-bloom smell, slid across her tongue and into her mouth. She licked the floor desperately.
"Gulp... gulp... haa... ♥♥"
Other men's fluids glistened on her lips, and the obscene sounds of them sliding down her throat echoed in the quiet room. "Hng... gulp... haa... haa... ♥"
When she finally lifted her head after getting the last drop, her lips shone slick with a mix of saliva and semen. Now she stuffed the bundled mass from the condom into her mouth, chewing and sucking every trace clean before swallowing.
Her face flushed crimson with humiliation, she bowed her head and placed the saliva-slick bundle into my trembling hand.
Lee Hak-su exhaled cigar smoke and said, "Go on, open it up."
With shaking hands, I pulled out the contents of the condom. Inside was a small USB drive. And three crumpled fifty-thousand-won bills, smeared with that nauseating fluid.
I stared at him in confusion, and he explained. "That's your wife's pay for today's training show."
Lee Seol's face burned red at his mocking words.
...This is... her pay...?
Even a washed-up old whore would earn that much in an hour. Yet the goddess of Korea, after nine straight hours of... God knows how many men in an orgy hell... got just 150,000 won?
This was clearly just another layer of her humiliation play.
As if reading my mind, Lee Hak-su's unpleasant explanation continued. "Oh, and by the way, all the revenue 'star Lee Seol' brings in now belongs to the organization. And before becoming the organization's slave, she handed over every bit of her previous assets herself."
He puffed out more smoke. "If you thought this bitch had any real money, you'd best snap out of it."
Suddenly, he started chuckling uncontrollably, as if he couldn't hold it in. "Ah... pfft, no. Wait. On second thought, she might have quite a bit... heh heh... that money right there. It's that maso slut's. She's probably saved up a lot over time. Congrats—you married a rich wife!"
He cackled, mocking both me and my wife.
"Oh, and for reference: 100,000 won for a training show. Hardcore play like bestiality gets a bonus, up to 150,000. One-on-one prostitution is 10,000 an hour. From now on, you're in charge of managing that cash."
I endured all the mockery in silence. Then a question struck me. 150,000? Why not 100,000?
As if reading my thoughts again, he spoke. "And that USB? You two have to watch it together before bed tonight. It'll have all the answers to your burning questions."
He gestured around the hotel room. "Oh, and remember: everywhere here, and your new home too—it's all being recorded. Think of it as reality TV for Pantheon members."
I could say nothing.
Then Lee Hak-su pulled a card from his pocket. "Here—this is the organization's gift for your hard work. Unlimited limit, no restrictions. Hit the room salons, buy some girls, or... take this bitch out for a fancy dinner. Up to you."
He handed over another item: a stiff black business card.
Erebos Entertainment
Na Kanghan | Director / General Producer
"Your performance at the wedding today impressed the organization. So we've decided to back you fully. Spread your wings— all the money you earn is yours, no worries."
Lee Hak-su ground out the cigar on my wife's ass, then stood with a satisfied grin. "Ah... looks like I've overstayed my welcome. Have a good first wedding night~."
He patted my shoulder and headed for the door, but paused as if remembering something, clapping his hands. "Oh right, almost forgot. Don't remove the plug from her pussy tonight."
He leered at her abdomen and chuckled. "It's packed with precious seed from the VIPs who won today's pregnancy auction rights. Right now, those little swimmers are fighting desperately for her eggs. Dumping it out would be rude, wouldn't it? Heh heh heh... Tonight, make do with her ass."
He sneered at me one last time and sauntered out.
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As soon as he left, an awkward silence descended.
"............"
Just days ago, we were strangers. We still hadn't even had a proper conversation. Despite all the humiliating training at the organization's hands, the raw shame of this moment as a woman made her shoulders tremble faintly.
I approached my wife and quietly offered my hand. A fine tremor of warmth passed to my fingertips.
"................"
Silently, I led her slowly toward the bathroom.
"Clink, clank..."
The lightweight alloy chain connected to her nipple piercings—the one Lee Hak-su had held—dragged across the floor, vibrating with each step and teasing her sensitive nipples. A sweet, stifled moan escaped her lips.
"Hnn, eek...."
I hurriedly tried to detach the chain from her nipple piercings. After a full day of tugging, her noble, beautiful nipples were ragged and torn.
"Wait a moment...."
With trembling hands, I cautiously reached for her breast. Though her husband, we were essentially strangers. She bowed her head, her face flushing deep red. Despite exposing her unspeakable state to me all day, her shyness now struck me as utterly adorable. It was so endearing that a sharp ache pierced my chest.
Wanting to ease her ravaged nipples even a little, I tried to remove the piercings themselves. But she grabbed my hand and shook her head.
They were marks of enslavement. Without her master's permission, they couldn't be removed.
A strange pang of disappointment throbbed in my chest. But at the same time, an inexplicable thrill sparked too.
I simply unlinked the chain from the piercings. With a soft click, it fell to the floor.
I took her hand again and led her into the bathroom.
True to the nation's finest hotel, the bathroom blazed with blinding light. The merciless glare cruelly highlighted the filthy stains on her dress.
With shaking hands, I reached for the zipper of her wedding dress. Riiip— The sharp sound shattered the silence, and the sacred white garment slid limply down.
As it fell, the horrors hidden beneath revealed themselves one by one. Her cheeks burned scarlet with shame, head bowed low, shoulders quivering like a bride on her wedding night. But the body beneath that shy face told a different story.
Collarbone scarred with countless bite marks from men. Breasts bruised from rough grips. Nipples shredded from vicious tugs on the piercings. And above all, her lower abdomen—grotesquely taut and writhing.
With the dress gone, the fishy heat from the dirty seeds she carried filled the cramped space.
"......Ah."
As the dress pooled on the floor, my breath caught—I couldn't even scream. Her distended lower belly revealed an unbelievable sight.
Etched on her skin was an eerily precise uterus tattoo, like an X-ray of her insides in blood-red lines. Inside that outlined space were names. Some I recognized: Angelo Malcor. And Lee Hak-su.
Presumably, the names of her masters, permanently inked after today's auction finalized her ownership shares.
"Gasp, no way......."
Among those names, something froze my heart: a grotesque drawing like a dog's paw print.
A sick premonition hit me. In those nine hours, she might not have faced only humans....
"Ah.... Don't look, Kanghan... please, don't look....!"
My wife crumpled to the floor, hands frantically covering her belly. I wordlessly pulled her into my arms.
Her body burned unnaturally hot in my embrace. Was it the lingering heat from nine hours of gang rape? Or the shame scorching her from within? Or... was that humiliation reawakening her masochistic core?
The males' filthy fluids and saliva soaked into my clean clothes, but I didn't care—I drew her closer.
"Ah... aaah... Kanghan...."
She buried her face in my chest, sobbing quietly. Her tears soaked my collarbone.
I held her in silence. I felt the eerie vibrations from her swollen belly, sloshing with semen.
For their sadistic amusement, she'd been forcibly impregnated with countless untraceable seeds. And now her pregnancy, her birth—they'd all become their entertainment.
But the most wretched truth amid the despair was this: Like her parents, someday she'd have to offer her own precious daughter as sacrifice.
If the fetus turned out male, they might force her to abort it herself in a horrific abortion show. The cycle of rape and violation she'd endured—destined to pass to the innocent life writhing in her womb.
That's why the pregnancy show was the one ordeal she dreaded above all.
After such a grueling day, she wept soundlessly in my arms. I absorbed her trembling sobs with my whole body, swallowing unspoken comfort, and held her tighter.
A masochist who'd surrendered to humiliating pleasure at the end of her torment. Still reeking of males' musk and her own aroused bitch scent.
Yet in this moment, she trembled in my arms like a pure girl. All I could do was hold her powerlessly, praying my faint warmth offered even a sliver of solace. I hugged her once more, fiercely.