Chapter 11: The Haughty Neighbor Wife Was Shoplifting at the Mart

No. No. That's not the kind of begging I want. I just smiled without a word.

"Please tell me. I'll take it in my mouth. In my mouth."

Her desperate look was even more appealing.

"Fine. But if you spill even a single drop, next time I'll just cum inside."

"Next time?"

The woman glared at me with a look of utter disbelief. I answered with another smirk. Did she really think I'd end it after just this one taste of heaven?

"Your nipples are pretty too."

Before she could press further, I grabbed both her nipples with my hands and toyed with them roughly.

"Eek!"

The wife let out a small moan. Was she feeling a bit of pleasure?

"You're feeling it, aren't you?"

"I'm not."

She was still torn on how to deal with me.

"How's it compare to doing it with your husband? Better?"

I deliberately taunted her with a sleazy grin.

"You bastard!"

She reacted instantly. Sure enough, whenever her husband came up, she bristled like she'd been stung.

"Do you do this for your husband too?"

"D-don't talk about him... Ahk!"

Whoa! That was a different reaction.

"You like talking about ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠your husband while fucking another guy?"

As if she would.

"You psycho!"

Pure hatred twisted her face. A little more prodding, and she might actually lunge at me to kill.

"Talking about him with that filthy mouth of yours... Hek!"

There it was again. They say the humiliation and shame from being degraded amps up the pleasure...

"You really love it, huh? Even more than with your husband?"

"Stop it, you fucker!"

She was furious, utterly broken.

"Ahk! Ah! No!"

And so the chain reaction of humiliation began. Misery turns to pleasure, shame at feeling pleasure in this situation turns back to more pleasure.

"Your husband would love seeing this."

"You... dog... Hngh! Heuk!"

And so the haughty neighbor wife mounted me, shaking her hips wildly as she raced toward climax.

Should I stop? I could go further, but I decided to wrap it up here. I didn't want her fully surrendering to the pleasure, dulling that razor-sharp hatred toward me.

"I'm cumming."

Her reason must've held, because Bora yanked herself off me the moment I said it, pulling out my cock and dropping down to take it straight into her mouth.

She held just the head inside, gripped the shaft with her hand, and jerked it furiously. Hurry up and cum! Let's end this quick! Something like that, no doubt.

Splat!

For the second time that day, I unloaded into her mouth. Cumming on a woman's face or in her mouth always gave that extra rush of conquest. The pleasure hit several times harder than usual, filling her mouth to the brim with my seed.

Gulp!

The wife swallowed a couple times down her throat and lifted her head. Then she stood up, probably heading to the bathroom.

"Who said you could go?"

She froze, looking down at me in confusion.

"Sit."

I grabbed her arm and pulled. Her naked body flopped onto the sofa.

"Open your mouth."

She glared but parted her lips. Sure enough, most of my cum was still in there. She'd only pretended to swallow.

"You broke the promise."

The wife hurriedly closed her mouth and gulped it down.

"No helping it then."

I gave her a mocking grin.

"Ah. No. Don't!"

She shook her head frantically. Just the thought of a bastard like me creampieing her made her shiver in revulsion.

"For today, let's call it here."

She glared daggers. She'd realized I had no intention of ending this today.

"When... when will you delete it?"

By now, she'd figured out I didn't care if she used formal or casual speech.

"Who knows? Depends on how you behave, wife."

She bit her lip, glaring like a feral beast. But to me, she just looked like an angry kitten. A cute little kitten already in my grasp.

"Then... can I go now?"

"Yeah."

The second I answered, she snatched her panties from the sofa. Her face screamed she couldn't wait to get away from this creep.

I loved it. Like she said, I was a filthy pervert through and through. A cowardly sneak and a dirty pervert... Now I finally understood why I'd been chosen as an AV Master.

"You can shower here if you want."

She silently dressed in the clothes scattered on the sofa, one piece at a time. No more talking to me, clearly.

Who could blame her?

"Come by again tomorrow evening after I get off work."

"..."

She grabbed all the groceries from the mart and left without a glance back.

A shame. I wanted one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠last look at those contempt-filled eyes...

But hadn't the AV Making ended yet? No notification came.

Last time with Eun-hee, it popped up right before I fell asleep after our night together.

It must've read my mind. Answered right when I wondered.

Makes sense... Who'd pay good money for a pathetically short clip?

Right now with the neighbor wife, it'd been once in her mouth and once cowgirl... And the runtime was barely anything. Yeah, definitely too short.

So I'd need at least one or two more rounds.

The next day, I degraded her again.

She showed up pretty late. Hours after I'd gotten home from work.

"You're late."

I greeted her at the door.

"Had to put the kid to bed..."

Short words. But I'd never demanded formal speech from her.

"And your husband?"

Mention of him, and she bristled again.

"Busy with work today. Said it'll be at least two more hours."

But she answered without refusing.

"Then let's talk about the rules from now on."

"Rules? What rules?"

"Rules for how you behave in my house. First, you can only wear clothes right here at the entrance. Past this, you're stripped naked no exceptions."

"What the..."

She stared at me like I was insane.

"Second, this."

From the shoe cabinet by the door, I pulled out the dog collar and leash I'd bought at the pet aisle on my way home.

"You wear this around your neck."

"Unbelievable."

She put hands on hips and glared. Perfect. That glare was everything.

"Don't agree, then just leave."

Of course, she had no real choice. I'd do my part as an upstanding citizen. She was the one with everything to lose.

Her trembling hand snatched the collar from mine.

"Happy now?"

The haughty wife fastened the dog collar around her own neck with her own hands, standing there naked and glaring.

"From next time, this too."

I kindly clipped the leash to the ring on her collar.

"Third. When you enter the house, on all fours."

And I got to see the most hateful expression she could muster.

"I can't."

I left her murderous glare behind and headed to the living room, plopping on the sofa. Her choice: come in or leave.

Nearly 10 minutes later, she finally crawled in on all fours.

"Head up."

Her eyes were unmistakably wet. Those 10 minutes must've been pure agony. Crystal clear now—she was scared enough to endure this.

She'd never report me to the cops or retaliate in any way.

Whether from fear or my Setting Card, who knows.

Anyway, what mattered was I had the means to force her, and this was fun.

"Every day, drop by once after I get home. Satisfy me quick, and you can leave early."

She just listened without responding.

"Do it right, and I won't mess with your family."

She reacted to "family," shooting me a glare. Thrilling.

"But one promise. One month. Just follow my orders for one month."

Hope flickered in her eyes.

"After that, I won't bother you anymore."

"How can I trust that?"

Fair question. Vague hope—that's what I was dangling.

Complete despair wouldn't get me what I wanted. That ambiguous space between hope and despair is where real emotion brews.

"You can. Think about it. You started this, not me."

Sly deflection. Enough to shake her a bit.

"Fine. For real?"

She reached tentatively for that hope.

"Sure. Unless after a month you want to keep going."

"Huh? You think I'll fall for you in a month or something?"

She scoffed, incredulous.

"Whatever. Love, pleasure, or something ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠else. Up to you after a month."

And I meant it. I wasn't planning to stick with just her. As an AV Master, who knew how many women I could claim?

She'd do for now, easy use. If she quit after a month, fine by me. No regrets.

"Knew you were an idiot, but not this much."

She baited me deliberately, probably to stoke my ego into keeping my word.

"Fine. I'll see if you keep it after a month."

She looked at me with even deeper contempt. Perfect!

One month of savoring that defiant face. I was thrilled.

"So follow the rules I said for the next month."

She didn't nod. Still hard to believe. But with a deadline, she'd cling to some expectation. One month today, twenty-nine tomorrow, three weeks after a week...

"So... climb up here first."

She obediently climbed onto the sofa and knelt, probably thinking I'd make her suck me off.

No. No.

"Spread your legs."

"Huh?"

Forcing a naked woman to spread her legs is the easiest way to humiliate her. Most won't even do it for a lover.

"This is... bullshit..."

She fumed. But her body obeyed. Watching the neighbor wife sink deep into the sofa, legs splayed in an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠M... Pure bliss.

I dragged over a chair and sat right in front of her. Her brow furrowed again.

"Today, we talk first."

"Bullshit."

She'd realized I wouldn't snap or stop her no matter what she said.

"Realized we barely know each other."

"Nothing I wanna know about a creep like you."

"Speak for yourself."

I discovered today just how sleazy I could be. Even I was pissed at myself saying it.