Chapter 1. Delicious Wife
Creak—.
Creak—.
Creak—.
“Ugh..!”
“Hngh..!”
The bed’s violent rocking echoed through the entire room, punctuated by wet, filthy sounds from the gaping, soaked place between us.
Creak— creak.
Was it the effect of the eel rice bowl my wife had made for me last night?
The premium high-end bed we had splurged on for our wedding trousseau shuddered and groaned under us, vibrating hard enough to seem almost frantic.
A narrow waist.
Full D-cup breasts.
Pale, smooth skin.
And legs so gorgeous they stole your eyes before you even meant to look.
“Jagi.. haa.. it’s too deep..! But, nghh.. I love it so much….”
Her voice, breathless and half-strangled by pleasure, only made my cock harder.
Pop—! Pop—!
With a forceful thrust, I yanked out in one shot, as if scraping fiercely against her deepest place.
“Kyaaah—!!”
Used to me by now, she quickly lifted her hips from under me and slipped into a familiar doggy-style position.
The supple curve of her waist and the completely defenseless view of her back made my already rock-hard cock swell as if it might burst.
The bed was already soaked.
When I slowly took hold of her again and pushed inside—
my wife’s cry grew even wetter.
“Haaaaaang..!”
As I drove all the way in, her whole body trembled faintly.
Shiver shiver shiver——.
I began to move slowly.
Squeak—.
Squeak—.
Sluuurp!!
Smack!!
Pop-!! Pop-!
As the pace picked up, the slick, sticky sounds of flesh and heat were swallowed by the friction against her plump ass, and before I knew it, heavy, violent slapping noises filled the room.
I gripped her hips tightly.
I’ll go even deeper for you.
Thud!! Thud!! Thud!! Thud!!
With the obscene rhythm of flesh against flesh ringing out, my wife, as if shame and pleasure had tangled together inside her, buried her face in the bed and let out a nonstop stream of broken, breathy “ah-ah” sounds.
Smack!!
Smack!!
Smack!!
Heave— heave——.
Heave—.
I couldn’t even tell how many times I came in one go.
Even after unloading enough to never forget this slick, wet hole, my lower body still didn’t stop moving.
Hah.. so damn sticky.
Maybe because it was already stuffed full of my cum, it felt as though her body was squeezing my cock even tighter than before.
Even slicker—
Even tighter—
“Haaahhh..”
My wife, who I’d thought had already gone quiet, started rocking her hips back and forth as if she wanted to feel my piston moving even more clearly.
Before long, my still-raging cock flared up again, and we went into round two.
“Kyaaaah—!”
“Hah.. ngh.. hng!… Hah.. haaang..”
I worried, absurdly, that she might strain her throat.
“I love it!! Harder!! Deeper!! Keep going!!”
***
My wife collapsed face-down and fell asleep in no time, as if she’d spent every ounce of energy she had after our fierce second round.
Ahhh— I’m happy.
Sex with my wife was always good.
I never got tired of it.
Yoon Chae-ah, twenty-six years old.
In her early twenties, she had been the department’s most dazzling beauty, an idol to every man who laid eyes on her.
Big eyes with deep double lids.
A high, straight nose.
Full lips that always seemed faintly upturned.
A delicate jawline.
Overall, a face with that elusive desert-fox look.
Even in a plain white T-shirt and jeans, my wife could stop every gaze in its tracks, and when she walked around a college district, her beauty and figure were enough to make people think she should be cast in a drama.
Especially that pure, milk-white skin of hers, so clean and bright it made her stand out even more.
For me to end up dating a woman like that had been the greatest stroke of luck in my life.
And she had an even better heart.
She was always grateful for even the smallest things, and back when I was a broke student with nothing to my name, she stayed by me and believed in me without complaint.
That was why, driven by the desperate fear that if I delayed any longer I’d lose her, I worked myself to the bone building my resume, got hired by a large corporation, and after five years of dating, finally proposed and made it all the way to marriage.
But our relationship had not been without danger.
Perhaps because of her dazzling looks, my father-in-law had raised her with the kind of strictness usually reserved for a precious only daughter, like Geum-ji-ok-yeop.
The proof of that severe overprotection was the merciless curfew of “8 p.m.”
Of course, not being able to meet at night didn’t mean there was no way around it. We had the wonderful Korean motel system known as daesil, short-time rental.
But we both had part-time jobs to pay tuition, and we were also trying to keep up with grades worthy of our supposedly prestigious university, so between classes, assignments, and sheer exhaustion, there was rarely any time to spare.
And on top of that, because we had to squeeze in time together from our impossibly packed schedules, I couldn’t exactly suggest going straight to a motel without my conscience and pride objecting.
Worse still, neither of us lived alone; we both commuted from our parents’ homes, and both of our mothers were veteran full-time homemakers with immaculate households. So the tantalizing chance that “nobody’s home” never once came our way.
That’s right.
The first time I had sex with my wife was after we got married.
I would never forget our first night.
Our first time on the honeymoon.
Under the hotel’s dim lights, every layer of clothing I peeled away revealed softer and softer skin. The first time I sucked her nipple, the feel of my tongue against it.
When my clumsy fingers groped at her, the faint moans that spilled from her lips each time I brushed her side.
The place between her legs, sealed tight because she had never known this before.
Videos I’d watched more than a few hundred times, trying to master the theory at least.
First her neck, then her collarbone, then her breasts—
Down and down I went, then back from the top again.
Her body jolting in quick, shallow breaths.
The hot, trembling warmth I felt when I pushed inside after struggling to rub the wet place beneath my hand.
The warmth and tightness of her body, nothing like a hand could ever compare to.
The dazzling ecstasy of that first experience had never faded even now, a year and a half into our marriage; it still went on, every day, as if it had just begun.
It felt like a dream.
My wife, asleep from exhaustion, had her back to me, and I traced the sharply defined ridges of her spinal muscles with my fingers before letting my hand drift down over her hips.
“Huuuunngh…”
She murmured in her sleep.
Ticklish, she turned over from where she had been lying face-down.
Her generous D-cup breasts spread out like soft white mochi.
Beneath them, past the slim waist, the smooth and ample golden line of her hips curved beautifully into view and stole my eyes.
No matter how many times I looked, her body seemed insane.
It was a body I would never, ever get tired of.
Even though we had just gone through round two, I still couldn’t hide my excitement, so I brought my tongue to my wife’s nipple.
Sluuurp.
Swish.
Smack.
Against her skin, white as if it could be transparent, her bright pink nipple stood out as if it might burst, a vivid contrast.
At first I’d only meant to taste it with the tip of my tongue, but before I knew it I was taking it roughly into my mouth and rolling my tongue over it.
“Haaah!”
My wife woke up.
“Jagi, you want more?”
“N-no, I just thought you looked too pretty sleeping…”
“Really?”
She smiled briefly and sweetly, and then—
licked my nipple.
As if she meant to repay me for exactly what I’d just done, she slowly pressed her tongue to it and turned it clockwise, then
gave it a light—
snap.
“Kuh-!”
Before I knew it, a short sound burst out of me.
A shock of pleasure ran down my spine from the unexpected stimulation.
When she heard my involuntary cry, she took my nipple into her mouth and sucked it wetly.
Sluup—! Sluup—!
Uuugh…!
I tried to endure it, but I couldn’t hold back the fierce stimulation, and before long my cock began to rise again, slowly.
As if she had noticed, my wife took my nipple into her mouth and reached out with her right hand to grab hold of me, then started pumping me up and down.
Tap—
Tap—
Tap—
Tap- tap-
Tap- tap- tap- tap!
At first slowly.
Then gradually faster.
And all the while, gentle.
My wife’s skill kept improving by the day.
Even after I’d already shot myself dry twice, a little bead of precum had formed at my urethra.
“Oh?”
“Guess that eel rice bowl I made for you last night was worth it, huh, jagi?”
While she gripped me tightly and shook me, the leaking precum covered my cock and served as lubricant.
Before long, the dull tapping sound
was coated in slick precum
and turned into a wet, slapping sound.
She let go of the hand pumping me so enthusiastically and moved lower, then circled the tip of my glans with the end of her tongue, teasing me as she sucked.
Round and round—
Smack—!
“Kraaaah!!”
An utterly naked, head-spinning stimulation filled me.
My cock had grown so hard that I ended up mounting my wife and plunging straight into round three.
These were the happiest days of my life.
That is, until it appeared……
***
The next day—
10:30 a.m.
I was at the office, waiting for the morning meeting and handling a few not-particularly-busy tasks, while thinking back on what had happened yesterday.
Having gone through a third round late into the night, I was a little tired, but if I thought about my wife, I felt like I could go again on the spot.
Seung-cheol, who’d gotten married young after screwing around in his early twenties, got caught cheating on his wife and was now in the middle of a divorce lawsuit.
Between divorce alimony and child support, it was obvious he’d be losing an absurd amount of money.
What an idiot.
Why did people even cheat?
I simply couldn’t understand the kind of human being who would turn their eyes outside when they already had a beautiful, intoxicating wife waiting at home like a devoted housebound beauty.
And then———.
A mechanical alarm sounded, reverberating directly inside my skull.
Before I could even lift my head to check the source of the noise, the vision in front of me began flashing blue.
“…Huh?”
I stared dumbly into the empty space where the sound seemed to come from.
There should have been nothing there but the office ceiling, and yet some strange, otherworldly light was shimmering in that place.
[Warning: Emergency quest triggered!]
100-Person Journey to Save My Wife
📍 Location: None
🎁 Reward: The survival of the target
[First Mission]
▶ Quest name: Have sex with the intern who joined one month ago, Kim So-jung.
[The countdown has begun.]
[364 days 23 hours 59 minutes 59 seconds…]
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