My Wife Became the Homeless Men's Cum Toilet 2
The homeless men outside had already become her captives. The chaotic frenzy sorted itself out in an instant. Lee Hyun roughly dragged her back into the bathroom. Led by his merciless grip, she had to take her place once more between the urinals on the cold tile floor.
But the scene outside the bathroom was a spectacle. The sticky, milky love juices flowing from her womb had formed puddles on the ground. The homeless men stared at them with eyes both reverent and greedy, as if they were holy relics from a goddess.
Before long, without anyone leading them, they began dropping their pants one by one and masturbating furiously.
"Save your cum!" the organization members barked, trying to stop them, but it was no use. Entranced by something otherworldly, they stared only at the puddles of her fluids on the floor, pleasuring themselves with wild abandon.
The situation inside the bathroom was the same. Bound with ropes and dragged by her hair by Lee Hyun, she looked every bit the lowly bitch slave. The homeless men were supposed to degrade her, insult her, spit on her, and ravage her mercilessly.
But even the ones inside had fallen captive to her overwhelming beauty and her heartbreakingly lascivious depravity. They gripped their cocks and jerked off, but they were lost, souls stolen by my wife, staring blankly.
Sensing the mood, Lee Hyun panicked. My wife, who had awakened to her true nature thanks to Lee Tae-shin and now embraced it fully. The day she swore to become a stud dog's wife and begged me to fall into the abyss with her... from that moment, she had changed.
She was still a bitch utterly addicted to the cruel pleasure of masochism. Even now, she drowned in self-destructive ecstasy, her pussy gushing fluids like urine as she trampled her own dignity.
But every time her masochism hit its peak, it shifted the air around her. Just like now. The hundred homeless men here were under her dominion.
Thrown to these sex-starved vagrants as a sacrificial offering, she was supposed to be crushed in their filthy hands and utterly ruined. But the situation was slipping from Lee Hyun's control.
It felt like if she ordered them to kill the organization members, they just might. Lee Hyun steeled himself. As the organization's proxy, he had to become the master here. The leader was surely watching the feed. He couldn't disappoint him again like last time.
Lee Hyun spread her legs wide in an M-shape, then announced to the homeless men for all to see.
"Alright... now we'll begin the charity event prepared by the Pantheon for you all. You know what this is. This bitch's name is Lee Seol. Behind her mask as Korea's goddess, she's a depraved masochistic bitch who's indulged only in filthy sadistic pleasures."
Revealing her name to the crowd made her cheeks flush slightly. This was the day she officially debuted as a cum toilet to ordinary people.
Lee Hyun had to prove he was her master.
"Bitch, lick my shoe."
He shoved his shoe—stained with grime from the uncleaned bathroom floor, slick with filthy fluids—against her lips.
"Lick."
"Slurp... slurrrp......"
Without hesitation, she licked the shoe of her own brother, her master. The scent of his body soaked into the leather, mixed with piss and phlegm caked on it. She devoured it greedily, without a trace of revulsion.
Lee Hyun felt his dominance returning.
"Slurp... slurrrp......"
He roughly shoved her face away from the toe of his shoe with it. Her face, smeared with grime and saliva from the leather, lolled back limply.
"Now, bitch... beg these filthy homeless men to fuck you."
My wife's face was a mess of filth and spit. Breathing raggedly, she opened her mouth.
"Haa... haa... I am a masochistic bitch slut......"
Her voice echoed strangely off the damp bathroom walls. The homeless men held their breath, fixated on her lips.
"Trained by my masters... now I can't live a single moment without cock... a filthy masochistic cum toilet. Haa... haa... Some of you might know, but... I had my wedding yesterday, I'm a fresh bride."
Sitting with her crotch spread over the grimy floor beneath the urinal, she looked straight up at me.
"Darling... we have to show them our rings..."
Her words made me freeze. My ring wasn't on her finger. It was on her toe, inside her filthy high heel.
After accepting her true nature, the sadism toward me buried deep inside her had begun to bloom.
"Darling... come on..."
With a devastatingly seductive expression, she wiggled her pristine white high heel at me. Trembling with arousal and shame, I peeled it off her foot.
After a day of nonstop heat, her shoe was soaked with sweat. Five years of accumulated filth in that high heel, fermented with her sweat... the dizzying scent of her bitch in heat paralyzed my reason.
"Haa... haa..."
Her beautiful foot emerged. And on her left ring toe, our wedding ring gleamed brilliantly.
She raised her toe toward the homeless men and wiggled it, proudly showing off the ring symbolizing our bond—now on her foot.
The ring from her first "husband," Rex, remained precious on her finger. But mine? For the past five years, in that unclean high heel soaked in countless men's cum and her thick sweat—today, our vow had been thoroughly defiled.
The ring looked as pitiful as I did.
My wife thrust her beautiful, sweaty toes toward my face. Her gaze was intoxicatingly lewd, and I was consumed by the desire to be her slave.
Enthralled, I kissed the foot she offered. A musky bitch scent and mind-melting pheromones wafted from it. I sucked her foot like a madman.
All the homeless men focused on me. The goddess making her husband suck her foot.
Showing them the ring from Rex on her left ring finger, my wife said,
"Haa... haa... Everyone, this pathetic man sucking my foot right now... he's actually my second husband."
Her voice trembled thinly with pleasure.
"I have a first husband chosen by my masters. Unlike this worthless loser... he's so majestic... and he fucks so, so good!"
Just saying Rex's name sent her into heat; her eyes rolled back. The betrayal of insulting me while reminiscing about her trysts with Rex shook her womb violently.
"Ahh! Hngh, aaaahhh!!..."
Degrading me and thinking of Rex, she climaxed. Her thick love juices sprayed like a fountain. The air filled with her obscenely potent bitch musk.
"Haa... haa... And actually, I'm pregnant with another man's child right now. After the wedding yesterday, I had secret breeding sex with him behind my husband's back. With countless men, in fact..."
"Ah... ughhh!!! Cumming again!!!"
She arched her back like a bow once more. The intense pheromones from her peaking body permeated the humid bathroom air thickly.
"Haa... haa... And even now... haa... haa... I still haven't let this worthless husband put his cock in my pussy. Not even to my stud master... ahh... ugh... haa... aaah!!!"
She degraded me more and more. With each word, she trembled in unknown pleasures she'd never known before.
"Haa... haa..."
Utterly addicted to the taboo game, she panted excitedly, pouring out lewd insults without pause.
Catching her breath, she spoke to me, lost in sucking her foot.
"Darling... now I'm going to take each of these gathered homeless men's filthy cocks in my pussy one by one. But... sadly, I won't let your cock in today either. Instead... come here."
The homeless men's cum-crusted filthy cocks would defile her pussy.
"Mm... haa... haa..."
Yet her seductive taunt—that only I wouldn't get to fuck her—made my mind haze over further. Eyes unfocused, I approached her entranced.
Her lips, dirtied from sucking her brother's shoe, met mine in a kiss. Our tongues tangled obscenely, mixing the bathroom's fishy stench with our saliva.
The homeless men's pants soaked through with precum at the sight. It wasn't a husband-wife kiss. The corrupt aura oozing from her body wrapped around me like a living thing.
Unable to resist the sticky temptation, my soul was helplessly drawn in.
Watching, the homeless men swallowed dryly. Their eyes burned not with fear, but grotesque desire. Even if this was an organ-harvesting trap, they'd gladly offer themselves to this lewd goddess.
My wife knew well the sadistic acts her masters had inflicted on her. With a fishy smile on her lips, she whispered down at me.
"Darling... open your mouth."
"Haa... haa..."
The moment I did, she poured the lewd saliva pooled in her mouth into mine without mercy. The sticky fluid slid down my throat.
Gulp... gulp... Before the homeless men, I devoured it greedily like holy water.
The obscene energy with her saliva coursed through me, ravaging every corner of my body.
"Ah, augh...!"
Without a touch, I came.
"Pfft... darling, really..."
She smiled at me lovingly. Lee Hyun seethed with irritation at our display. Black-red jealousy flared from deep in his chest.
The smile of the sister he wanted to dominate and crush was directed at this pathetic man.
The lewd sister degraded her husband for her sadistic pleasure. But the worthless cuck felt no betrayal, no anger. He worshipped her like a goddess even as she humiliated him before others.
And her too. Her mouth called him "worthless," trampling him miserably, but her eyes held twisted affection. Their bizarre bond grew ever stronger. Lee Hyun's rage swelled watching it.
More than anyone, Lee Hyun hated his sister-in-law. He yearned to drag her nobility into the mud, make her plummet to the depths.
But beneath his fury lingered unshakable love for her. Watching her today, he'd seen her smile innocently— a radiant smile he hadn't seen since the incident four years ago. On dates with that pervert masochistic loser Na Gang-han, she'd laughed happily countless times.
He wanted the sister who betrayed him to fall and corrupt utterly. Yet he missed her bright smiles from happier days, the object of his adoration who always hugged him warmly.
Watching her date today, he'd enjoyed seeing her happy. But it enraged him that while he suffered in hell's depths—the hell she'd dragged him into—she smiled so blissfully alone.
He wanted her in hell with him. But she'd left him there, taking Na Gang-han's hand to escape. He hated her so much. That's why he wanted to ruin her utterly.
Her childlike excitement picking gifts for his mother had dazzled with happiness. So he'd unilaterally withdrawn money from her account.
But... after Na Gang-han, no matter how cruelly he crushed her, she wouldn't break. The more he stomped, the more she shone.
His sister, passionately kissing Na Gang-han again. Lips that had just sucked his filthy shoe, smeared with grime— that loser slurped them eagerly.
Objectively, Lee Hyun was the victor. He'd wielded power, subjugated her. Yet he felt inexplicable defeat and inferiority.
Lee Hyun shoved me aside roughly and dragged Jeong Sang-pil, standing behind him, in front of her.
"Sis, you know Councilor Jeong Sang-pil, right? Serve him first."
Drunk on our kiss, her head turned slowly. Her hazy, unfocused eyes drifted from me.
As our lips parted, unsallowed saliva stretched like a thread, dripping down. Saliva beads from pleasure lingered on her lips, glistening as they slid off her chin.
My wife knew Kim Councilor well. The organization had sent her for sex services to recruit him. No man resisted her beauty.
She'd played a big role in Lee Tae-shin dominating politics. But Jeong Sang-pil was different. He'd rejected the fatal temptation head-on.
His pants strained dangerously, but for his beliefs—and vengeance against the Pantheon that whored her out, the same age as his precious daughter—he conquered his surging lust.
She'd been flustered then, seeing a man immune to her for the first time. His eyes had been so noble. Different from Lee Tae-shin, but his overwhelming charisma lingered in her memory.
But... the man before her now was utterly changed. Eyes bloodshot from years drowned in alcohol. His every breath reeked from unwashed filth.
His once-noble eyes were slack, gleaming only with raw lust for her. Unswallowed drool dribbled messily from his mouth.
The lofty Jeong Sang-pil pounced on my wife in an instant. The lips that had just kissed her husband—before his eyes, he devoured the married woman's mouth.
Even she, who savored old men's piss, gagged momentarily. How long since he'd brushed? Layers of tartar and rot filled his mouth.
But like a madwoman, she ravished his filthy maw. The revulsion rising in her throat only intensified the brain-melting pleasure proportionally.
Her pussy leaked sticky fluids endlessly like a broken faucet. The misery of tonguing such a vile man whipped her masochism mercilessly.
At the same time, the fact that this once fastidious man—who shunned women obsessively in private—had devolved into this grotesque monster ignited her sadism wildly.
A pang hit her heart. That such a noble soul had become this hideous...
But her pity twisted into perverse sadism. Watching his pathetic fall filled her with ecstasy.
If the twisted sadism budding yesterday was limited to me, now it blossomed into a monstrous bud.
She savored her own plunge below a dog-fucking subhuman. And she greedily inhaled the misery of a man who could have become president, reduced to a bum.
Now, others' suffering became fuel to amplify her masochistic bliss.