Chapter 12: The Haughty Neighbor Wife Was Shoplifting at the Mart

Ever since becoming an AV Master, I'd been discovering sides of myself I never knew existed. Cowardly, lowly, selfish, willing to do anything to get what I wanted... sly... If you lumped together every insult I knew, that would pretty much sum me up. A trash heap in human form? Me... damn. I'd never lived like this before... but the parts of me emerging now were downright terrifying.

Still, I couldn't give up this pleasure.

"So, when did you meet your husband?" I drawled lazily at her.

"Shut up!" The woman whipped her head around.

"If you hate talking, I might have to think of something rougher."

"Twenty-three."

The wife clenched her lips once before answering. Dangling hope and fear alternately was the fun way to play. But... damn, was I good at this? Did I have a talent for it? This newly awakened skill scared me a little.

"And marriage?"

"Twenty-four."

Pretty quick. No wonder her kid seemed big for her age.

"Husband wasn't your first guy, right?"

Her eyes narrowed to slits, glaring daggers at me. Felt good. I watched her pussy slowly soaking through. Right now, she was deeply humiliated, her pride shattered. So even without other stimuli, she was feeling inexplicable pleasure.

"What's that got to do with you!"

"Told you. It's just us getting to know each other."

"Cut the crap. I don't wanna tell you shit about me!"

"Love your husband that much?"

"Not telling! Hnng!" Was that moan from sadness? Or pleasure?

"Why are you doing this to me? Hnng!" Tears welled up this time.

"Huh? Tormenting people, making their lives hell—that's your specialty, isn't it?"

"What? You don't mean... the kindergarten yesterday?"

She jumped to the wrong conclusion.

"That wasn't my fault! Those brats really bullied our Eun-young!"

"Sure. None of my business, couldn't care less."

"Then why?"

"Just 'cause. Felt like tormenting you. Oh! Already soaked down there."

I stared straight at her pussy.

"Hnng!" Around then, she finally noticed her own sopping wetness.

"How often do you fuck your husband?" I hit her with another harsh one.

"Stop! You fucking bastard! Hnng!" She bit her lip, stifling the moans trying to escape.

"Guess you don't like chit-chat much."

That was enough. No point devouring this delicious meal all in one day.

"Ah!"

Hearing her startled gasp, I stood up. She flinched, raising her arms like I was about to hit her. But I walked the opposite way—from her.

I'd prepared for this moment.

"Take this."

I grabbed the pink thing from the living room display shelf and handed it to the neighbor wife.

"This? No way?" She freaked out at the sight.

"Take it. My arm's tired."

"What the hell am I supposed to do with it?"

"You know damn well."

"You! Crazy fuck!" Her voice wasn't loud, but the hatred was real.

"Ah!" I faked a startle and dropped the hideous thing on the floor.

"You scared me, made me drop it. Pick it up!"

She glared, barely containing her rage. But she knew she couldn't win this fight.

She slid off the sofa and picked up the pink dildo.

"When did I say you could stand?"

"Haa... fuck."

She grimaced in disgust and slumped back down.

"Back on the sofa, legs spread like before."

She buried her ass deep in the sofa again, legs in an M, holding the pink dildo and glaring at me.

"Start."

"If I say no... you'll make me do something worse?" It was more confirmation than question.

"Nah. If you don't wanna, stop. Just get dressed and go home."

"You dog."

She was cursing thicker now, somehow. Maybe that's just who she was deep down. Or not. Didn't matter.

I sat back in the chair, watching the haughty neighbor wife rub the small pink dildo teasingly against her pussy lips.

"Feels good?" She bit her lip and asked.

"Yeah."

"Perverted fuck... pathetic loser... filthy bastard..."

She spewed curses nonstop. But I could tell she was yapping to hide her building pleasure. Just the tip grazing her outer lips, and clear fluid was already oozing from inside.

"You evil fuck! Die, you piece of shit! Ah!"

Moans slipped between curses, and each time, her eyes shook like it wasn't her.

"Ugh! Stop! Please! I can't anymore! Urk!"

Emotions ramped up. She was way past endurance already.

"Crazy fuck! Hnng!" Biting her lip hard, she tried not to show the pleasure. Of course, that only amplified it. Masturbating in front of a guy she despised. Humiliating. Pleasure hits. Expressing ecstasy in front of him? Mortifying. Bigger pleasure wave. Even more humiliating. Feels too fucking good to stop. Infinite power generator? Once it starts, she can't halt it herself. Long live Casting Card <Abusive Protagonist>!

"Don't make that gross face! Hek! Hnng!"

Her lip was bitten so hard, blood might ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠draw.

"You... evil fuck! Hnng!"

Finally, tears streamed as she felt the pleasure.

"Hnng!" Even then, she tried hiding the tears.

"Aah!"

Over the limit? She arched her upper body back, thrusting her hips forward.

Spurt!

Incredibly, she squirted right there. Clear streams soaked the sofa and dripped to the floor.

"Aaah! Ah! Urk!" Even at the end, she fought not to show it.

"Hnng! You bastard..."

Having dumped a handful of fluid from her body, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she glared with an indescribable expression.

"Haa... what a mess... tsk."

"Your... fault."

"You got too excited. Felt that good? Getting watched by another man?"

"Shut up!"

"Get down."

She crawled off the sofa on all fours.

"You ruined my sofa. What now?"

"Why's that my fault?"

"You squirted, not me? Did I tell you to cum?"

Her face drained pale. Her body shuddered briefly.

"Haa... such a perverted slut. Turns you on hearing that?"

"N-no!"

"The sofa. What're you gonna do?"

"Ugh... lick it... clean... huh?"

I spun her around to face the mess she'd made.

"Ass up."

She didn't want to show her freshly squirted pussy.

Slap!

I lightly smacked her ass.

"Ass."

Reluctantly, she lifted it. Upper body on the sofa, face barely an inch from her squirt puddle.

"Lick!"

"Huh? What'd you say?"

"Lick it!"

From behind, I shoved in my throbbing cock.

"Hek!"

"Hurry. Clean up your mess!"

I was already thrusting as I spoke.

"This is really the last. Lick it up, or the fun ends here."

"Hnng! Hnng!"

The pitiful neighbor wife got pounded from behind by the bad guy while bringing her mouth to her own squirt and licking it up. Probably the ultimate humiliation of her life.

"Hnng! Hnng! Slurp! Ung! Hnng!"

Strange noises as she lapped the sofa stains.

"Ehrng! Hnng! Urk! Hack! Urgh!"

Suddenly, her face mashed into the sofa as she surrendered completely.

"Urk! Hek! Aah! How? Why? Aaang!"

She tried grasping her fading mind—cursing, glaring back—but failed against the pleasure every time.

"Gonna cum."

"No... haak! Nooo!"

Still clinging to her last wits, she yanked away, spun, and took my cock in her mouth.

Splurt!

Way more excited than yesterday. Cum started before her lips fully covered the head; half blasted her face.

"Mmph!"

Women truly hate cum on their faces. Some hate it more than in their mouths. The few who allow it are just being considerate. Especially from a man she despises?

"Urp!"

This classy wife had just licked up her own fluids too. No weak stomach could handle it.

She stared deathly at me, too drained for hate.

"Swallow and get up."

No mercy from me, of course.

Only after gulping the load, opening her mouth to show, could she bolt to the bathroom.

"Urgh! Uuuk! Uweeeek!"

"Stop here."

No need to drag it out another day for more footage.

After a while, she emerged from the bathroom, face pale as death.

"Who said you could walk?"

Tormenting her to the last.

I made her wipe the sofa with a rag, then sent her home. Gotta buy a new sofa. But I'd put her on it a few more times for the same act, so no rush.

My work wasn't done.

Last time, automatic editing took 3 million won in fees. Fine when money flowed in, but not chump change. Card packs cost 10 million for casting cards, leaving me barely that much net. Editing fees on top...

Shouldn't be hard. I knew Final Cut, After Effects. But editing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my own porn? Awkward as hell.

Still, 3 mil on the line? I'd endure. Not just once—AV Master profits made skipping it wasteful.

"Manual editing."

Decided to edit my own smut.

"Ah!"

I expected a memory file or video. Instead, a memory appeared. Not footage—recollections of first meeting her.

Her moving next door, greeting with husband. Looked so demure then. Startled seeing me alone later. Disgusted. Closing elevator doors with a haughty glare...

Scenes of her from my memories flashed like a montage.

More editing instructions followed. Think of a scene, it appears; cut what you want. Less editing, more reshooting. Like renderless 3D animation.