With All My Heart
After handing Ji-wook a head of kimchi and seeing him off, I headed straight for the master bedroom.
I don't know if I was panting because I was running, or because of the sheer excitement coursing through me.
No, that doesn't matter.
The only thing that matters right now is the fact that she—Jia—is waiting for me in that room.
The fact that Jia is waiting for me is everything.
Like a snake shedding its skin, I stripped off every piece of clothing I was wearing as I made my way to the bedroom.
Even with my penis standing at its limit, swinging freely, I felt absolutely no shame.
"Jia!"
I threw open the bedroom door, but Jia was nowhere to be seen.
……Why?
Huh? Why?
Why isn't she here?
Why is there no one here?
No matter how much I looked around, I couldn't see her anywhere.
She was supposed to be waiting for me here, so why?
Did I go to the wrong room?
No, this is our house, isn't it?
That can't be right.
Could she be in the bathroom?
Bathroom play after such a long time?
"—Gotcha!"
"Gah?!"
I had been caught off guard, and my back was suddenly assaulted by a soft, supple sensation.
The smooth texture of bare skin and the warmth of her body transmitted directly to me.
On top of that, the firm, protruding sensation of her nipples, as if they were trying to assert their own existence, sent an electric current straight into my penis.
I was already on the verge of exploding, and now this?
If I keep getting stimulated like this, my faucet is going to break!
Look! My pre-cum won't stop flowing!
"……Jia?"
The familiar sensation of her clinging to my back was mixed with an unfamiliar tremor.
It was a weak, trembling sensation—the kind she was trying so hard to hide but couldn't—completely different from the tremors of uncontrollable excitement.
"Haha, ahahaha, I'm sorry, Seunghyun. I……."
An awkward laugh was followed by an awkward apology.
I tried to turn around to ask what was wrong, but Jia wouldn't allow it.
She just kept me hugged tight, burying her face in my back.
Is there something she wants to say?
Whenever I thought she was muttering something, she would shake her head and bury her face even deeper into my back.
I want to ask her why she's acting like this, but even if I ask, she won't tell me.
Not until she gathers her courage and tells me herself.
So, I'll wait.
I can wait for her.
Instead of speaking, I placed my hands over hers, which were still clutching me.
"……."
"……."
"……."
"……Seunghyun."
"Yeah."
"……Are you disillusioned with me?"
"Disillusioned? Me? With you, Jia?"
"……Yeah."
"Why? Why would you think I'd be disillusioned?"
"Because, I, I spread my legs in front of another man, Ji-wook, not you. Even if Ji-wook is like a younger brother to you, he’s still another man, and I did that, so……,"
"……."
"I thought you’d be disappointed……,"
Her hands were trembling the entire time she spoke.
Her voice was faint and laced with moisture.
Her sentences trailed off, unable to reach a proper conclusion.
This isn't like her at all.
"……."
As I squeezed her hands, the trembling finally ceased.
I could feel her lifting her head from behind my back.
"Seunghyun……."
"There’s no way I’d be disillusioned with you, Jia. If anything, it’s the opposite."
"I, I wouldn't be disillusioned with you either! Even if I might be surprised when you do something a little strange."
"Ahaha, I guess I am a bit sloppy sometimes."
"Even that sloppy Seunghyun is lovely. I love everything about you."
"I love you too, Jia. To the point where I don't care what happens to me, as long as you can be happy."
"Seunghyun…."
"And here, I’ll show you proof that I’m not disillusioned with you."
I guided her hand downward.
My penis, which had remained in a state of full erection since earlier without faltering even once.
Is this really my own body?
It had grown to a size I couldn't even believe myself, and it was pulsing and throbbing like some other living creature—it was grotesque.
It was enough to make me feel arrogant, thinking I could even use it as a baseball bat.
Above all, this was proof that I wasn't disillusioned with Jia, but rather, I was incredibly excited.
Proof that I wasn't feeling any of the disillusionment she was worried about.
Rather, it was proof that I couldn't control my excitement.
I placed that proof right into Jia's hand.
"Seunghyun’s cock, it’s so hot……,"
"Will you believe me now? That I’m not disillusioned with you at all. In fact, I’m incredibly turned on."
"Even though I spread my legs for Ji-wook?"
"Yes!! …Wait, what…?!"
No, in a moment like this, you should say it’s because I love you, you idiot!
Why are you answering so honestly?
I was dumbfounded by myself, so imagine how she felt hearing that as an answer.
"Pfft!"
I heard a sound erupt from behind me.
Her hand started to tremble again.
Of course, she would. Hearing such an absurd answer, it’s obvious she’d be—
"You really are impossible."
"Ooh?!"
Jia’s fingers began to stroke my cock.
Using her index finger and thumb to form a ring, she moved from the base to just below the glans, neither too fast nor too slow.
Adding a moderate, tightening pain to the soft sensation.
She was giving me a handjob.
Especially every time she gently stroked the area just below the glans—the most sensitive part—with her fingers, my waist would twitch and tremble.
"I was so scared. Even if it was Ji-wook, spreading my legs for another man."
"W-was it?"
"Of course! And I wasn't even sure if that would actually turn you on. I was worried about what I’d do if it didn't!"
"Ugh!"
"It’s a good thing you were excited. If you hadn't been, and I was the only one who got turned on, I’d just be a lewd woman who gets off while exposing herself to a man who isn't even her husband!"
"Ughhh?!"
"No, why is it getting even bigger?! Are you excited just because of that story right now?"
I’m sorry.
I couldn't help it when I imagined you lewdly wiggling your hips for another man.
I’m sorry for being such a perverted husband, obsessed with NTR.
"Really, you!"
"Ahhh?!"
Smack! She hit my butt.
To think she’d tease my cock with one hand and hit my butt with the other—she’s gotten quite skilled.
Perhaps displeased that I was lost in my own admiration, a second palm flew onto my cheek.
Ah, it hurts.
This one hurt beyond my physical threshold.
A scream burst out because of the pain.
"Does it feel that good? Is it that good to see your wife fawning over another man and shaking her hips?"
"Ugh! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a pervert who gets excited by things like that!"
"Do you want to see me have sex with Ji-wook that badly? Would it be fine if it wasn't Ji-wook, but some other stranger?"
"Eugh!"
"Don't answer with your erection!"
"Hiiit!"
No, don't scratch my nipples with your fingernails like that!
Rolling them around and then pinching them, kghhh!
My pre-cum is overflowing because of her merciless touch!
It’s flowing all the way down to my thighs; I feel like I’ve become a girl!
"Ahahaha! You’ve become like a girl! So much fluid is coming out! Haa, it smells fishy! Seunghyun, your scent is so strong!"
"J-Jia! It’s, it’s too fast, your hand, if you keep going,"
"Does it feel good, Seunghyun? Does my hand feel good?"
"It feels good! Jia’s hand, ugh! I, I can’t take it anymore!"
"Liar! You just like it because it’s the hand of a wife who spreads her legs for other men!"
"Ugh! Haa! N-no, it’s not!"
"Yes, it is!"
"If NTR is satisfied, everything is good, isn't it? Even if it’s not me, as long as it’s a woman who suits your tastes, you’re happy!"
"N-no! It’s because it’s you, Jia! Hgh, it’s good because it’s you!"
"Liar!"
"I’m not lying! When it comes to you, Jia, I never, ever lie. This is, my true heart, ugh! Because I, hgh! Love you. I love you, but,"
"But…?"
"Haa, I love you, but the method is wrong, that’s me. I’ve realized that. Haa, the one who is wrong is me, but this feeling, ugh, haa, there isn't a single shred of a lie in it!"
"……."
Jia’s hand stopped.
The warmth I felt from her back drifted away.
A distance where even her breath couldn't reach.
Is this distance an ultimatum……?
"Is that, for real?"
"……It’s for real."
I love Jia.
There can be no lie in that.
I want Jia to be held by another man.
There is no lie in that either.
Because there is no lie, it’s wicked.
I am a wretched human being.
To think that even in this situation, my erection hasn't faded—I’m dumbfounded by myself.
"……I understand."
"……."
My heart sank with a cold, heavy feeling.
What did that "I understand" mean? I didn't have the courage to ask.
I didn't, but she answered me anyway.
She passed me, walked into the bedroom, sat on the edge of our bed, and looked straight at me.
Her eyes were a little red.
But her gaze was steady, staring straight into mine without a hint of wavering.
"Then, make me one promise."
"A promise?"
"I will be held by other men, just as you want, Seunghyun. To the point where my entire body is stained with the colors of other men. In return, you must hold me every single time. You must overwrite the colors those other men left on me with your own color, completely."
"I’ll overwrite them!"
"Can you promise me?"
"I can promise you!"
"Then prove it."
With those words, she spread her legs wide toward me.
The moment she opened up, a pink-hued female pheromone burst forth.
As if to show just how excited she was, a sticky, transparent thread stretched long between her thighs.
Her secret place, flushed and red from arousal.
Jia’s pussy, still dripping with honey between her swollen, plump petals.
Without me even touching her, it opened and pulsed on its own, as if it were speaking to me.
That it was ready to accept its male.
That it wanted me to eat it right now.
"Prove to me how you’ll hold me when I come back from being with other men, and prove that you can still love me even after I’ve been with them—"
"Jia!"
"—Kyaa!"