My Wife Cleans the Fallen Assemblyman's Rotted Filth
My wife reached for Assemblyman Jeong Seong-pil's zipper. But the zipper, rusted stiff from years of neglect, refused to budge. Lost in arousal, Jeong Seong-pil let out a beastly roar and ripped the damn thing clean off.
His threadbare, rotten underwear tore open, and his engorged, dark-red cock thrust grotesquely toward her face. The moment she faced that foul monstrosity, a fresh gush of her juices flooded from between her legs. The stench of years-old piss—never properly wiped after he relieved himself—mingled with the rancid rot of decayed semen, assaulting her nostrils. Every night, drunk and lonely, he'd jerked off inside his filthy underwear without cleaning up, then passed out. Three whole years. The scars of that wretched time clung to his cock like a crusty callus, layers of dried, uncleaned cum hardened into a hideous shell.
"Haa... ah..."
The toxic reek from it numbed her mind, bleaching her brain white. Her stomach churned at the revolting smell, but her body, already drowned in pleasure, couldn't care less.
"Haa... haang..." She took Jeong Seong-pil's nauseating cock deep into her mouth. An even fouler taste exploded across her tongue, far worse than the smell. Gags wracked her throat relentlessly. But she shoved his throbbing shaft deeper, right to the back of her throat, swallowing down the vomit rising in her chest.
And so my wife began servicing him with devoted care. In that instant, a ripple passed through Jeong Seong-pil's eyes. Had he recognized Lee Seol, the top star who'd come to spread her legs for him on the organization's orders? Or was he fleeing the grim reality that his pathetic life would end tomorrow? Or perhaps rage boiled up, a desire to tear apart the Pantheon bastards who'd shoved him into this hell? Indescribable emotions swirled violently in his gaze like a storm.
But unlike his conflicted eyes, his cock swelled grotesquely, veins bulging. He used her mouth like a cheap onahole, ramming his shaft down her throat and pistoning away.
"Mmph! Mmmph...! Gack, mmph!"
As the brutal irrumatio dragged on, thick saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth. Tears welled from the agony of suffocation, but she didn't pull away. She took it deeper, welcoming his raw fury and destructive lust with her entire body. Squelch, squiiiish! Thud, thud! The goddess of debauchery, Lee Seol, was ushering a tragic man's final path with her own flesh.
Jeong Seong-pil's greedy eyes shifted downward now, lunging savagely between her legs. Like a beast stripped of reason, he climbed atop her. Without hesitation, he shoved his hideous cock—caked in layers of filth and old cum—roughly into her dripping folds.
"Aaaah...!"
A scream like tearing flesh burst from her lips. Too eager, he missed the hole repeatedly, just stabbing wildly. But amid the pain, she wrapped her arms around his neck, taking the rage of a ruined man into her body.
He'd married his first love and known only one woman his whole life—he was clumsy. Sex after a three-year drought. His enthusiasm outpaced his skill; his swollen cock kept slipping at her entrance.
"Haa, haa...!"
Seeing him pant like a beast, bewildered, my wife smiled tenderly. She caressed his cheek softly.
"Assemblyman... hold on a moment."
She eased him down to the filthy floor and straddled his reeking body with expert grace. Gripping his cock herself, she aligned it with her scorching slit and sank down—slowly, but all the way.
"Nngh..."
That rotten thing, layered with decayed cum like calluses from years of neglect. The fishy, filthy mass scraped her walls as it burrowed in, but she embraced it warmly with her pussy, no trace of revulsion.
Splash, thud! Squiiiish!
As she rocked her hips fiercely, lewd, sticky friction echoed through the toilet.
The piss-stink and rotten cum on his cock warmed in her body heat, rising thick and pungent. Each whiff flipped her eyes white, reason shattering. She locked eyes with me, slamming her hips down harder. Amid the grotesque squelches of wet flesh, her cruel, lascivious voice taunted.
"Haa, ngh! Honey... look. The filthy crusts stuck hard to Assemblyman Jeong's cock... they're melting inside my pussy right now."
With every twist of her hips, remnants of grime dissolved in her juices and oozed yellow down her thighs. Using her hot, sticky nectar as detergent, she scoured away five years of caked filth from the assemblyman's cock. As the nasty sludge rubbed against her secret walls and melted, she shuddered in ecstasy, pulling the impure thing deeper inside.
"Ahang... what do I do... it's seeping into my pussy. Staining so deep into my membranes I can never wash it out... ah... aaht!!!"
Savoring the horror in my eyes, she parted her glistening lips and drove the nail home.
"Honey... watch. Your wife's pussy... it's rotting right now... from this filthy man. A place you've never even tasted... getting defiled so obscenely."
Squelch, splat—!
Each fierce grind smeared yellow grime and rotten cum remnants across her pink flesh. She trembled at the alien sensation of her most precious spot being ground raw by filth. That masochistic thrill of self-destruction burrowed sweeter than any drug into her nerves. Far from despairing her fall to the bottom, she greedily indulged the agonizing ecstasy of the abyss.
And she had no intention of falling alone. She grabbed my hand, determined to drag me down too. Desperate to show me how sweet this masochistic pleasure was, how brutally happy it made her.
"What do I do... haang! Haaaaang!"
Squelch, squiiiish! Thud, thud!
Her head snapped back with a bestial howl. Each time his impure cock ravaged her depths, the filth packed inside frothed with her juices and spilled endlessly.
She savored the humiliating texture with her whole body, screaming desperately at me.
"Honey... I should have let you have it first! Hic, aaaang! Should have let you taste it when it was still clean... sorry, honey... ah... aaht!!!!!"
Squelch, splat! Squuuuish—!
Fierce friction poured thick, yellow fluid nonstop from between her legs. The acrid piss reek and decayed semen rot, suppressed for three years, blended with her aroused bitch-scent, thickly filling the toilet.
"Now... now... haeut... all I have left for you... is this completely... rotted... pussy! Aat... ah... haa haa... what do I do, honey... it feels too good... haeut, uaaaang!"
Splash, thud! Thud! Squiiiish—!
"Haaaaang! Uguuk, ugruuuuk... honey... I'm... I'm cumming... ♥♥!!!"
At last, the long-suppressed lust erupted from the tip of Jeong Seong-pil's cock.
"Uuuooaaargh!"
Sploort, spluuurt! Squiiiish—!
Discolored yellow, thick as sludge, his semen blasted savagely toward her womb.
Spurt, spuuuurt! Splat—!
"Ah, aaaah! So hot... too hot! Honey, my insides... they're filling up with Assemblyman Jeong's rotten seed...!"
She arched her back like a bow, shrieking in spasms. The fishy, scalding flood soiled every crevice of her walls. Squish, driiiiip—! The last drops squeezed out mixed with her juices, oozing stickily from her thighs. She welcomed the corruption seeping into her womb's depths with her entire body.
Smack, slurp, suuuuck—!
She pressed her slick lips to the ugly man's mouth.
"Mmph, muuuh..."
Her tongue plunged deep, obsessively devouring his saliva and filthy maw. Schlurp, smack! As spit stretched like a thread, she gazed at me with ecstasy-drunk eyes.
"Honey... don't just stand there like an idiot... hurry and mark my body with the marker: 'Boji Sajing 1 time'."
Hard to believe this was the same woman who'd howled like a beast moments ago—her eyes sparkled with girlish mischief. But behind that radiant smile burned a sultriness that devoured my soul whole.
Like a child showing off homework, she innocently offered her white belly. Yellow streaks from Jeong Seong-pil smeared stickily across it, proof of the frenzy.
I gripped the black marker with trembling hands. The cold tip touched her hot, soft lower abdomen, sending a chilling dissonance racing up my arm.
Scraaatch, scriiitch.
-Boji Sajing-
The vulgar words etched clearly onto her pale skin. On the body of the beloved top star, my noble wife, I was carving this obscene graffiti with my own hand. I gasped, drawing the first stroke of the "正" tally mark below it—a single "一".
"Heehee, good boy... my sweet honey."
She stroked my head like a soothing mother. Her touch was so warm, her smile so kind. Dazed by that fleeting tenderness, I forgot we were in a filth-choked toilet, forgot I'd just branded her belly with filth. I stared blankly.
But the illusion shattered quick. Her next words plunged me back into cold, wretched reality.
"You have to collect every drop of this precious assemblyman's cum leaking from my pussy into my personal gokkun cup—my high heel. Not a single bit wasted."
She slid off Jeong Seong-pil's body and slumped to the floor, spreading her legs. Like a man possessed, I held her pristine white high heel beneath her secret spot. She bore down, and the murky fluid pooled deep inside gushed out, trickling down her thighs into the heel.
Squelch, driiiip—!
"Haa... haa..."
Right before my eyes, her one-and-only shoe—the one she'd wear tomorrow, and the next day, forever—was defiled.
Jeong Seong-pil caught his breath and rose. His once-wretched cock was now pristine. Her pussy had melted away every crusty remnant. Like his cleansed cock, his dazed eyes cleared to a terrifying clarity. The morals and justice he'd devoted his life to crumbled to ash before them.
"Ahh... so this is it. Lee Tae-shin... you were right... You weren't ruining the world—you were liberating it."