Chapter 47
Chapter 47
Chapter: 47 - The Husband's Agonizing Watch
From the very moment his wife Lee Ye-na was first kidnapped, Yoon Jae-min felt a rage so intense it seemed his blood was surging upside down. It had been a full twenty years. Over twenty years of gazing only at each other, loving one another, her always wearing that gentle, tender smile. And now, she was being kidnapped in the dead of night, dragged to some secluded mountain, and threatened.
'You bastard... What are you doing to Ye-na... You fucking scum...!'
He was furious. But not at Joo Seong-hyeon, the host of this simulation. It was a rage directed at the unreal, 'possible' kidnapper he wanted to tear apart. Especially at the fact that the kidnapper had forcibly exposed Lee Ye-na's bra-clad body, which only he had ever seen. At the hands groping her crotch and buttocks, which only he had ever touched. At the kiss with Ye-na that only he could have, stolen forcibly by the kidnapper.
It felt like his insides were melting away. His eyes were bloodshot with fury. But at the same time, he felt relief.
'If this were real... Ah, fuck! I don't even want to imagine it.'
Thank goodness it was just a simulation, not reality. Just Joo Seong-hyeon's performance to heighten their vigilance.
'I have to make Ye-na learn self-defense no matter what. If she can calmly use something like pepper spray while practicing with Seong-hyeon... that would be better at least.'
Yoon Jae-min resolved himself. He absolutely had to make his wife learn self-defense techniques, or at least how to use tools. Starting tomorrow, he'd look into self-defense gear too. And Yoon Jae-min was grateful to his friend Joo Seong-hyeon, who had shown them this in advance so they could prepare.
'Really... Taking time out of his late night to do this on purpose. Joo Seong-hyeon, you're the only one, man.'
He was truly, deeply thankful. Even though he and his wife had been skeptical, Seong-hyeon had pushed them to reconsider and taught them anyway. No amount of thanks was enough, and he was newly glad that a guy like Joo Seong-hyeon was his friend. Yoon Jae-min was naturally sociable with many acquaintances, but he thought that even if they all drifted away, as long as Joo Seong-hyeon remained by his side, that would be enough. Because he was the kind of true friend you could walk shoulder-to-shoulder with all the way to the end of life's long journey.
Anyway...
Even as he thought those things for a moment, the simulation continued. Under the kidnapper's threats, his wife was undressing herself. He bit his lip at the sight, but even if this really happened, he didn't want to blame Lee Ye-na. He just wanted her to return to him safely without a scratch somehow. If she resisted clumsily and he lost her forever, he'd lose the will to live too.
'Fuck... Why is this bastard so good at playing the kidnapper? It's like method acting. Did he hook all the members with shit like this?'
Yoon Jae-min watched in silence. His wife Lee Ye-na was crying as she took off her top. Then, with trembling hands, peeling off her jeans and socks too. Finally, she stood there in her cute, pretty pink lingerie, exposing her pristine white skin—that only he had ever seen—to the kidnapper.
"Kyaa...! Your wife's lingerie is so pretty! Great body too... Turn around once!"
"Sniff... Yes..."
"Whoa, your back is fucking hot too? Ass is so plump. Bet it'd feel amazing from behind..."
"Hic... Sniff... Sob..."
"But a promise is a promise, right? Turn back around and take it all off."
At the kidnapper's sleazy words, spoken so smugly it made him want to punch him for real, Lee Ye-na cried.
Drip...
Sobbing, she lowered her bra straps with hands trembling like she had the shakes. Just like the times she undressed in front of him, she rotated the hook to the front and unclasped it.
Plop...
The pink bra that had covered her breasts fell to the ground. And there they were. Even as she covered them with her arms right away, they peeked through the gaps. Her vivid pink nipples, her beautifully shaped breasts like overturned rice bowls. Undeniably, breasts only he had ever seen. Until now... No. This was just a simulation, and Joo Seong-hyeon seeing them was 'unavoidable but necessary.' They were definitely breasts only he would see for the rest of their lives.
"Ye-na."
"......Yes..."
"How are your tits so pretty too? Wearing that tight shirt with tits like those is why a guy like me got horny and kidnapped you. Fuck, even your nipples look delicious... I'll suck them good later. Look forward to it."
"Hic... Sniff... Sob..."
As the kidnapper spewed his trash talk, Lee Ye-na burst into tears again like a faucet had been turned on. Regardless, the kidnapper licked his lips lewdly and blatantly eyed her panties.
"Let's see... Now only your pussy's left, Ye-na? Take 'em off."
And though he said that...
Shiver... shiver...
Lee Ye-na trembled violently. Trembling, she even grabbed the sides of her panties with both hands. Her breasts were fully exposed and jiggling; she got right to the point of sliding them down.
"H-Here... Sniff... Just Jae-min..."
But she couldn't bring herself to pull her panties down from there. About a minute passed like that.
"......"
The kidnapper silently stood up. His face was expressionless, without urging her further.
'W-Why... Fuck... You piece of shit...!'
Lee Ye-na and Yoon Jae-min both tensed up, staring at him. Suddenly, he started undressing.
Rustle, rustle...
In an instant, off came the T-shirt, pants, then even the panties. He was naked.
Flop!
"Eek...!"
"Crazy..."
At the massive, grotesque cock revealed, Lee Ye-na gasped in horror, and Yoon Jae-min cursed involuntarily. It was huge and thick. Yoon Jae-min unconsciously glanced down at his own crotch. No doubt at least twice as big as his.
The now-naked kidnapper took one step toward Lee Ye-na.
Step.
Both the observer Yoon Jae-min and the victim herself instantly knew what that meant.
"I-I'll... Hic... D-Do it... Please... Sniff...!"
Rustle!
Lee Ye-na hurriedly stripped off her last remaining panties. In the end, his wife's pure white naked body was fully exposed to the kidnapper. One hand was covering her breasts, the other her pussy. Terrified, Lee Ye-na huddled up and begged for mercy.
"I-I'm sorry... Sob... I'll do it quick... Hic... R-Right away..."
At her pitifulness, her heartbreaking vulnerability, Yoon Jae-min felt his fists clench again. Fortunately, the kidnapper sat back down. But still with a stern face, he commanded Lee Ye-na in a scary voice.
"Hey. Don't cover up. Hands behind your back."
"Y-Yes..."
"Good girl for listening. Now I can be a gentleman."
Whether it was the effect of that recent threat, his wife obediently put her hands behind her back. Thanks to that, everything was starkly visible. Starting from Lee Ye-na's pretty breasts, her slim waist and navel... and...
"Look at how plump Ye-na's pussy lips are? But why so tight-lipped down there? Not doing it much with hubby? Or is it too tiny to even stretch?"
"Sniff... Don't... Hic... mention my husband..."
"Got it, got it. I'm your husband now, so no ex-talk. But Ye-na, stop making your pussy twitch like that? Makes me wanna fuck you."
"......"
"By the way, can't see your clit well, wife. Well, I'll suck it till it stands right up. You've got your pubes neatly trimmed too, perfect for sucking... But they're not pink? Shame."
"...Eek."
"Damn, mouthwatering. Wonder what that pale pussy flesh tastes like, driving me crazy. Ye-na, I won-t stick my dick in your hole, but I'll shove my tongue in. My tongue's pretty thick, might feel like your ex's dick size... Oops, forgot."
"...Gulp, sniff, hic..."
It was revolting. Nauseating.
'Fucking bastard...!'
He wanted to sew shut the kidnapper's mouth spewing vulgar filth. It was that insanely good acting. Yoon Jae-min saw Lee Ye-na biting her lip, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling with shame at the crude appraisal of her privates. Then, the kidnapper rummaged beside him and pulled something out.
"......! N-No! Not pictures...!"
It was a phone. He turned on the camera toward Ye-na, and she flinched back, arms covering her body. But:
"Can't just trust your word, gotta have insurance. And Ye-na."
"P-Please, no photos..."
"Ah, fuck. Hey. Wanna get fucked like a dog? Want me to video the fucking?"
"T-That's..."
"Stop bawling and move your hands. Last warning. One more fuck-up like this, and gloves are off."
"Gulp... Hic... Yes..."
Lee Ye-na swallowed hard to stifle her sobs. She moved her covering arms behind her back again. The kidnapper scowled and raised his voice; no delicate woman could withstand that intimidation. And so her naked body was revealed.
Click.
It was saved on the kidnapper's phone. His wife's nude, which only he should know, captured in photos by another man. Even though it wasn't real, Yoon Jae-min's whole body shuddered with rage. But the kidnapper's photography didn't end there.
"Ye-na. Crab legs, you know? Do crab legs and put both hands behind your head. Oh, elbows up high to show your armpits good."
"......Yes..."
He demanded a vulgar pose from his wife. One even a whore wouldn't do, but Lee Ye-na trembled as she complied. Because if she didn't, sex would start right away. She might suffer pain from the angry kidnapper. His wife's legs spread to shoulder width.
"More. Wider. As wide as possible."
Even wider than shoulders. Then lowering her hips into an awkward squat. More visible than when standing with legs together, Lee Ye-na's pussy was fully on display.
"Ye-na's pussy fully v~isi... Wait, a mole on the lips? Fuck, gonna suck that hard later."
"Sniff..."
"Zoom on Ye-na's pussy mole for another shot~"
Click, click.
The crude talk continued, every step captured in photos. Then Lee Ye-na's hands clasped behind her head, elbows up, revealing her snowy armpits. Complete.
"Sob... Sniff... This pose..."
Lee Ye-na wept endlessly from the humiliation, and Yoon Jae-min momentarily forgot his rage, mouth agape.
"......"
He couldn't believe his wife was striking such a cheap, vulgar pose. His innocent, pure wife—synonymous with delicate beauty—Lee Ye-na. Doing crab legs, pussy wide open, hands on head in submission, showing off armpits and tits to the guy.
Slump...
Yoon Jae-min felt strength drain from his body. Rage surged back instantly, but peaking, it left him powerless instead. His arms dangled limply.
"Huff, huff..."
His breathing was ragged, his body shivering. It was truly, sincerely fortunate this was just a simulation, not reality. As the two sank into pits of rage and despair, the kidnapper raised his phone from Lee Ye-na's front and said:
"Ye-na, smile~ Gotta smile for pics. My arm hurts. Hurry."
"......Sniff... Sniff... Ha ha ha..."
His wife smiled. No, she was crying—a forced smile twisting her face grotesquely. Pitiful. Almost comical.
"Prettier with a smile. Okay, kimchi!"
Click!
But the kidnapper called it pretty and snapped the photo.
Drip...
His wife cried. Yoon Jae-min shed tears too. Even in simulation, the mere imagination of this happening tore his heart. He was scared to watch more.
However...
"Alright, now turn around, bend at the waist, stick that ass out. Gotta snap a pic of my wife's asshole too."
The simulation was only just beginning.