Chapter 96: Behind the Magic Mirror, My Husband Watches

I'm glad I'd told Anna in advance to secure the massage bed firmly to the floor. Otherwise, it would've shaken right along with her.

"Ngh! Ahk!"

Maybe because the man showed no reaction at all to our ongoing movements, Bora's moans grew progressively more ragged.

For a while, we kept insulting her husband together like that.

When I flipped her body back over, her face was now filled solely with carnal lust.

"Why?"

A protesting expression, as if asking why I was stopping.

I held her and returned to the bed. Time to finish comfortably.

I laid Bora's body on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the bed and thrust back inside. Only then did she show a satisfied expression.

Clearly, not a shred of reason remained in her now.

"More! Harder! Ngh!"

She no longer controlled the sounds spilling from her mouth at all.

"Hng! More! Ah!"

And she climaxed once more. She threw her head all the way back, breathing harshly.

"Hng! Cum! Cum inside! Please! In me!"

In that state, she demanded it from me.

I figured I'd gotten more than enough pleasure out of this. Without hesitation, I came deep inside Bora.

The moment I did, she wrapped her legs tightly around my body and yanked my neck down hard with both arms.

I could tell she was feeling it for real.

"Hng!"

Right up to the very end, Bora was thrilled. At least her body was.

"Haa... haa..."

Once the climax ended, Bora sprawled completely limp on the bed, covering her face with her arms as she panted.

I pulled away from Bora and watched her finale.

"Ngh! Hng!"

What came after the climax was apparently despair. Covering her eyes with her arms, she sobbed.

"You bastard..."

With her reason restored, her hatred for me had returned too, it seemed. This woman had pleased me right up to the last moment.

For a while, she couldn't compose her emotions.

And I was wrapped in immense satisfaction.

In today's act, Bora had been more proactive than ever before. And yet, I'd never felt more like I was truly raping her by force.

Only after a long time did she lower her arms.

Her tear-streaked face was more beautiful than ever.

The eyes she turned on me were half-dead, half-filled with rage.

There was no trace left anywhere of the extreme pleasure she'd felt just moments ago.

Clearly, I'd raped not just her body, but the very roots of her spirit.

In that sense, I needed to wrap things up properly.

I approached Bora's side and shoved my cock—still slick with fluids from her body—toward her.

Bora didn't refuse. She knew resistance was pointless now. And that I'd enjoy it if she did.

She turned her upper body sideways and took me into her mouth.

A woman who loved cleanliness above all, yet nothing in the world was impossible to get used to, it seemed.

From the tip to the base, Bora licked up every trace without leaving any behind.

Then she looked up at me again with those dead eyes.

Despair? Did this beautiful neighbor wife have no hope left?

No, that wouldn't do...

I leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead.

She still offered no resistance.

Leaving Bora to stare blankly across at the glass with her dazed eyes, I slipped out of the massage room.

Bora and the man emerged from the massage room a few minutes later.

In the meantime, Min-ah had laid Bora's body back down and caressed her.

Bora remained utterly listless, her eyes pitch-black and dead, entrusting her body to Min-ah.

Once the massage ended, Min-ah helped Bora into a gown.

Neither seemed to care at all that Bora wasn't wearing any underwear.

"How was it? Feel a bit less tense now?"

Min-ah asked with a bright smile.

"Yes. It was really good."

Yet Bora's face looked even more fatigued than before.

"Come again next time, and I'll make it even more satisfying."

"Weren't you satisfied? I thought it was great."

The man grinned innocently.

"No, I was satisfied too. It's been ages since a massage like this."

"Right? We should come together sometimes."

When her husband said that, Bora flinched—not just because of the suggestion to come together.

From her pussy, the semen that vile man had dumped inside was still leaking out.

Late that night, a message came from her.

Damn. What the hell at this hour?

I was honestly startled. This had never happened before.

I got out of bed and opened the front door. There stood Bora in her pajamas.

Without a word, she stepped inside, stripped off her clothes, and fastened the dog collar around her own neck with the leash attached.

Right there, she dropped to her knees and crawled on all fours into the living room.

Her attitude left me pretty flustered.

From the moment I opened the door, I could read the intense rage in her eyes.

She hated me more than ever—far more than before.

So why had she come to me uninvited?

Bora crawled to the spot in front of the sofa as usual and knelt.

"What do you want?"

I went to the sofa and sat in front of her, as always.

She said nothing, just lifted her upper body and tugged down my pants.

The moment she saw my already-hard cock, she took it into her mouth.

And she began servicing it with utmost devotion.

Coating it thickly with saliva, shoving it deep into her mouth before pulling back, stroking the shaft.

After a long time of that tender care, I was thoroughly enjoying it, but I still couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.

"Fuck me."

She lifted her head and said.

But there was no trace of lust on Bora's face. Instead, a resolute expression lingered.

"Can I ask why?"

This was the first time Bora had left me so off-balance.

"Because I'm this kind of bitch."

Her self-mocking reply.

"A dog bitch. Fuck me like a dog."

Her eyes reddened.

"Treat me like a dog. And..."

She sighed before continuing.

"Please let me go."

Today's events must have been a massive shock to her.

Doing that right in front of her husband, of all things.

And she'd accepted my cock of her own will.

I'd given her chances to stop multiple times, but she'd refused.

And what she'd craved was the cock she hated so much.

Probably the hardest day since we first met.

Judging by her attitude, she'd been suffering like this the whole time.

It seemed that incident would leave an eternal trauma on her.

Ah! Come to think of it, I hadn't used the Active Card <Healing> on her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠yet.

What happened at the spa club was intensely stimulating, but less than an hour had passed.

So the video production wasn't finished yet.

Tsk! That shocking impact I'd given her was still dominating Bora.

Which meant her coming here ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now wasn't something she was doing in her right mind.

I lifted Bora's body and sat her on the sofa.

"How'd it feel doing it in front of your husband earlier?"

"You'll keep your promise, right?"

Instead of answering, she threw a question back at me.

"Of course. After the promised day passes, you never have to see me again. Even if we run into each other on the street, I'll avoid you."

"You really won't make me repeat what I said?"

"Nah. Unless you want to."

"I'd rather die."

I understood the resolve in Bora's eyes.

"Good. I've answered your question, so now you answer mine."

"Fine."

Bora answered without hesitation.

"It felt like I could die right there and be okay with it."

"What if your husband had seen us?"

"I still wouldn't have been able to stop."

Tears trickled from Bora's eyes.

"So fuck me. Why the hell is this damn body acting up today?"

She spoke calmly, but it was close to a scream.

Of course, she didn't understand her own state, but I did.

Since the video production wasn't over, her body was still brimming with desire.

This was my mistake... I hadn't called her tonight out of guilt for what I'd done, and now she was suffering for it.

Bora's pussy, spread wide on the sofa, was utterly soaked.

"Did you do it yourself?"

She nodded.

"After he fell asleep... I went to the living room and did it alone. My body was burning up—I couldn't stand it. I couldn't help it. This damn body wants you. Your filthy cock. Ngh!"

This was pretty good too.

Bora wasn't hiding any of the emotions she felt right now.

All thanks to the Active Card <Expression>.

"Fuck me. Like a dog."

She said.

Bora was deeply disappointed in herself, yet she couldn't ignore what her flesh craved.

Looked like I should activate the Active Card <Expression> on Bora every now and then.

Of course, only occasionally.

I liked Bora chasing her desires so nakedly like this, but I preferred the neighbor wife who tried to protect her family and hated me.

"Can I see you for a bit today?"

Jia got straight to the point the moment I picked up.

"Huh? Today?"

"No time?"

Disappointment colored her voice.

"No way. Where should we meet?"

I had a small appointment in the afternoon, but I could push it back easily.

"Hmm... You pick and let me know, oppa."

Jia only called me "oppa" in one specific situation.

"Got it. I'll pick a spot and text you."

"See you later."

We met at a motel after work.

I'd gotten the room first and waited for her.

Since her request wasn't for chit-chat, I'd chosen a place where we could get right to it.

She arrived shortly after I checked in.

"Mmm... Being alone together is the best."

She hugged me tightly and said.

"Dinner?"

"Not yet. You?"

"Should we order something?"

"Hmm... Later."

She impatiently stripped off her clothes.

"Shower? Together?"

"Shut up. I'm in a hurry."

Jia urgently yanked off my clothes.

"Somehow you seem..."

"Seem like what compared to before?"

Jia shot me a glare.

"Even prettier."

"You don't have to beat around the bush. I feel it too."

"Huh?"

"You wanna say I've turned into a slut, right?"

By the time she said that, Jia had already pushed my body onto the bed.

"I know. That I've gotten weird."

She climbed on top of my lying form.

"It's all your fault. You turned me into this weirdo."

"Did I?"

"It's not me that's changed—it's you, oppa. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠oppa I knew was diligent and kind."

"But now you're like some monster. Ahk!"

She guided my cock into herself with her own hand as she spoke.

"Seriously. How can you change so much in such a short time?"

"Who knows... Did you drive here? Straight from work?"

"Yeah, came right after clocking out. Why?"

"No... Nothing..."

It was because Bora's soon-to-be husband had parked his car right in front of the motel we'd entered—but I couldn't tell her that.

The moment I saw Jia, I'd used the Casting Card <Actress> on her and the Casting Card <Cuckolded Man> on her fiancé.

Today, I planned to advance things a bit further.

So I activated the Active Card <Monitor>.

When I spotted the man sitting uncomfortably in the driver's seat of his car, staring up at the motel, I was quite surprised—and intrigued.

"By the way, how's it been with that guy lately?"

"Why ask about that?"

Jia pouted.