The Henpecked Husband's Neto-Maso Slave Declaration + His Wife's Micro Bikini

"A-ahh..."

Vacant moans and broken sobs were all that came out of Kim Sung-jin. His mind had gone completely blank. At a glance it looked as if his will had already snapped and he had fallen, at last, into being Master's slave.

As if this would be enough to make him submit. Heh.

Not yet. To drive the stake through a man as stubborn as Kim Sung-jin, his brain needed to be melted one more time.

"Come to think of it, I promised to show you Hyo-jin's bikini, didn't I? We've been putting that off."

Master moved straight into the next act, making sure Sung-jin would never claw his way back out of this current of pleasure.

"Whatever the bet's result, a promise is a promise."

At Master's word, Kim Ha-eun moved. Apparently she was going to fetch the outfit. Truly, a merciful Master...

F-finally...

Even with his ruined head, he still caught those words. His brain was already being ruled by cock. To even keep a promise for a Male Slave who had been utterly wrecked in a bet... Thanks to that, Kim Sung-jin was about to see the vulgar micro bikini on his wife that he had been craving so desperately...

"Before that..."

A sheet of paper suddenly fluttered in front of his eyes.

"...?"

"This is..."

The same document he had seen earlier. The Married Slave Contract.

"Shall we stamp the contract first? Haha."

What Kim Ha-eun had gone to fetch was not an outfit at all. It was the contract that stripped away human rights.

"..."

"You lost the bet, so as promised, give us a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nice, thick stamp along with your masochist slave declaration. Haha."

This was exactly why he never should have taken that bet in the first place. But Kim Sung-jin had accepted it himself, and then he had lost. So Master's command...

"W-why should I..."

...he refused to accept.

Figured as much.

Master had expected exactly this. No matter how much they had gotten his cock throbbing, there was no way a man would sign a contract this humiliating, this degrading, in such a short span of time. On top of that, two back-to-back orgasms had dropped him into a post-nut haze. Rational thought was starting to creep back in.

"You keep your promise, and I'll keep mine. You wanted to see Hyo-jin's bikini so badly, didn't you?"

The reason he had taken the bet... part of it had been a tired, thoughtless ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠flare of temper. In the end, a contract like this... he could just refuse to sign. Win or lose, he had planned to flip the table and tell them to do their worst.

And yet...

"You know how insanely hot Hyo-jin's body is, right? Just looking at her in those scraps of fabric would have you leaking precum. It's that filthy. Haha."

They were holding the micro bikini he had been dying to see hostage, pressing him to sign already.

Y-you bastards... you said you'd show it to me in the middle...

He was seething with resentment, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but there was nothing he could do. If he was going to give up, he should have done it from the start. After coming this far, the pride he had already sacrificed was too precious to waste.

And besides...

"When we're done, I'll even give you the leftover swimsuit as a gift."

They were offering a reward beyond anything he had expected.

"You can jerk off to it whenever you want, fantasizing about your wife climaxing on my cock. Haha."

He swallowed. His heart wavered.

Behind him, Kim Ha-eun untied the thong that had been knotted around his cock for the contract and took it away.

"Ah..."

A sigh thick with regret slipped out of Kim Sung-jin. From the moment he had first taken that thong in his mouth, he had been dying to jack off with it. If he could use it as the greatest jerk-off material of his life, carved into every fold of his brain, and masochistically cum over and over... how good would that feel...

The fantasy pumped dopamine through his brain and drove out the reason that had only just started to return. And in the end...

F-fuck it...

Whatever his true feelings were...

"F-fine..."

He reached out and touched the forbidden fruit.

"Good. Haha."

He was already addicted to this filthy game.

Kim Ha-eun held the contract and the ink pad out in front of him. At the same time, Master started recording.

"Ugh..."

It was shameful. Humiliating. Degrading. But more than that...

"Hah... hah..."

It was arousing. In the instincts of a man whose will had already broken, the makings of a masochist were being carved in. Blood rushed back into his dead cock. On shaking legs, he forced himself down onto his knees. He laced his hands behind his head the same way he had during the bet, crouching low, and pressed his cock down into the ink pad. Then he shifted that same cock sideways and stamped it into the signature field at the bottom of the contract.

"I-I declare..."

He began his slave declaration.

Kim Sung-jin had given his slave declaration his... best? effort.

But...

Yeah... he's going to have to do that again.

Master was not satisfied. No honorifics, and the content was thin.

Looks like he's still got a long way to go~

Whether it was because this whole world was still new to him, the declaration had fallen short in every respect.

Well, Hyo-jin didn't start out spitting filthy lines either.

He would cook him slowly, eat through his mind completely... then, as his Master, teach him exactly what words to use when he laid himself down.

"Well then, as promised..."

The moment Master spoke, Kim Ha-eun came back carrying something.

"Shall I show you Hyo-jin looking absolutely filthy? Haha."

It was the micro bikini he had been waiting and waiting for.

The bikini strings bit into her flesh until the fat bulged around them, flaunting its presence. The scraps of fabric were too small even to cover her nipples; her areolae spilled out on either side. Her plump pussy lips and ass were left completely exposed, as good as naked.

He swallowed. The micro bikini on a thick, filthy, married milf had arrived.

"Hah—!"

Kim Sung-jin's breath caught at the sight of his wife.

Haha, look at him. He's loving this.

It was every bit as filthy as advertised. But Master was not the kind of man to be satisfied with this much.

This is only the beginning~

Sung-jin, knowing nothing of that, simply started licking over every inch of his wife's body with vacant eyes and a vacant head.

C-crazy bitch... at her age... putting on something like that...

Overflowing breasts. The soft flesh at her waist that made his hands itch to squeeze. An ass and thighs that made him want to grind his cock against them.

Filthy slut...

He did not even seem to remember the slave declaration he had just made. That was how much his wife's outfit put even full nudity to shame.

Aren't you even embarrassed...?

Worse than the exposure was the design itself.

"I-it's embarrassing... wearing something like this at my age..."

Sky-blue stripes that had no business on a woman her age. Given Jang Hyo-jin's years and her actual looks, a black swimsuit that could have shown off her maturity and sex appeal would have suited her far better.

"Looks good to me~"

It was Master's order, so she had no choice but to wear this bright, youthful design. The design, at least, could be excused as bold. The real problem was...

"Th-the headband, too..."

A headband with puppy ears.

"A-at my age... it feels so unbecoming..."

Apparently the outfit had gone a little too far. Only moments ago Jang Hyo-jin had been saying every shameless thing that came into her head, but cosplay, it seemed, was a different territory.

"Nnh..."

She just did the o-face and ahegao in front of her husband, and this is what she's shy about? Haha.

Master took that bashfulness as an appetizer and started groping every inch of her body.

"Hhk...!♡"

A moment ago she had been drowning in embarrassment. Now Jang Hyo-jin was already leaking those lewd little sounds under Master's hands again.

"Haha, feels that good?"

"Y-yeees... my whole body's melting awaaay...♡"

Her face went slack in an instant, and she looked up at him with eyes that said she loved him. Master and Jang Hyo-jin were tangled together on the couple's bed, the same as before. And just like before, her husband was watching them nuzzle and cling.

"Aaaah..."

Kim Sung-jin could only stare, his face emptied out. As if showing off in front of the husband — or more precisely, as a reward — Master held bikini-clad Jang Hyo-jin from behind and kneaded every inch of her. He grabbed a full handful of those huge breasts and enjoyed the weight of them in his palm. He pinched the flesh at her waist.

"Ahh~ this soft meat drives a cock insane, you know that? Haha."

He put it all on display, without a shred of mercy, right in front of her husband.

Ghhhk...! She's mine! She's my wife!

Kim Sung-jin's insides burned. But the worst of it was his cock, frantic for a release it could not have. His hand drifted toward it, desperate to take the edge off.

"No touching your cock~ A slave doesn't have that right."

Kim Ha-eun's whisper at his ear stopped him cold. Like a good dog, he pulled his hand right back.

"Good boy~ If you please Master, I'm sure he'll let you jerk off later... hehe."

And if he behaved, she had said, Kim Ha-eun might torment him again herself.

"O-okay..."

He swallowed the need and the resentment both. Twenty years of henpecked house-husband life had not been for nothing.

Master looked Kim Sung-jin dead in the eye as the man suffered.

What a loser. Haha. Born a man and you can't even move when a woman tells you not to?

He savored the superiority. He was a predator who gave the orders to women, so he never held his own hunger back. He let it run.

"Haahk...!♡"

His hands explored Jang Hyo-jin from the front while his cock luxuriated in the ass behind her. Her flesh was so thick that his huge cock nestled perfectly between her cheeks. He rocked it there, in and out.

"Hhk...! Nnh...!♡"

It was not even inside her pussy, and Jang Hyo-jin was already sobbing as if it were.

"All that exercise wasn't for nothing~ The squeeze on this ass is something else. Haha."

The muscle under all that soft fat was wringing his cock, and it felt incredible.

"Th-thank youuu... nngh...!♡"

The pressure was almost like being inside her. So Master started rolling his hips as if he really were fucking her. He crushed his whole body against hers, wrapped his arms around her torso, and groped her everywhere while he enjoyed her flesh at point-blank range.

Faced with that, Kim Sung-jin's breathing went ragged. Too much dopamine had worn his brain out. Before long his tongue was hanging out.

The moment that picture of her husband entered her field of view, Jang Hyo-jin started looking down on him without mercy.

Ahh... what a loser... His wife's getting taken by another man, and all he can do is sit there all worked up and watch...

And when they tell him to wait like a dog, he actually waits? You were always that boring of a man...♡

The stronger the woman, the more she craves a man strong enough to seize her.

Master licked her ear.

"Hik!♡"

He was devouring her, and his cock was not even inside her yet.

Master... please eat all of Hyo-jin...♡

Body and heart, a female offers everything to the powerful male who pins her in place.

Teach that loser husband who Hyo-jin's real owner is...♡

Sweat eventually slicked the friction of the cock grinding between her ass cheeks.

Hyo-jin sweats a lot, huh? Fast metabolism? Haha.

Then the cock he had been rubbing between her cheeks slipped on their sweat and fluids and surged up in front of her pussy.

"Hhp...!♡"

Jang Hyo-jin clapped a hand over her mouth, her face going red. Her eyes went wide all over again at the sheer presence of the cock that overwhelmed her. Master's cock stood rigid, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wearing her micro bikini bottoms like a hood. The string pulled taut and dug into her ass.

"Ook...?♡"

Oops. Haha.

That was not about to stop Master from rolling his hips. He rocked his cock back and forth just like that, grinding it against her pussy lips.

"Oot?! Ooooh?!♡"

Jang Hyo-jin's reaction was nothing like when he had been rubbing her ass.

"Hyo-jin's pussy is so soft it feels amazing~ Feels good for you too, right? Haha."

That low voice in her ear sent a shiver through her.

"Yeees...! It feels so good my pussy's gonna melt...!♡"

She went limp and whined at him.

"You'll stay my cock-sleeve from now on, won't you? I'll spoil you for the rest of your life. Haha."

At Master's romantic confession, Jang Hyo-jin received it with genuine joy.

"I-I'm the one begging, Master! I'm Master's dog...! That's my only happiness, the only reason I live...! P-please wreck Hyo-jin's pussy for the rest of my liiife...!♡"

"Good! Then you're my property, so take all of it!"

He slammed his hips.

"Yes, Master! Please cum so good using Hyo-jin's pussy...!!!♡"

She was the one spitting filthy lines to get Master off, and yet—

"O-ghhhk...?!♡"

She climaxed first, squirting in hard pulses. The jets slapping against Master's cock were enough. He came with her. The bikini bottoms slipped off his cock, and semen shot from the exposed head, spraying into the air and raining down over Jang Hyo-jin's whole body, painting her.

"A-ahh...♡"

Jang Hyo-jin, completely surrendered to this man.

And at that sight...

Splat.

"Oh my?"

Kim Sung-jin came without even touching himself.

"What... did you just cum without Master's permission?"

Kim Ha-eun's face went ice-cold at a crime she had not even imagined.

"Hahk...! I-I couldn't help it... hah... hah... s-seeing something like that..."

Kim Sung-jin tried to explain himself.

"...You wanna die?"

She made sure he understood how serious this was.

"W-what?"

He turned, startled — and flinched. Her eyes met his, cold and sharp. Even her voice had gone terrifying. The fierce presence Master's presence had been hiding finally surfaced on her face.

"Hah, fuck... I keep cutting you slack and you forget your place..."

The situation had changed. For a Male Slave who had already made his slave declaration, there would be no more mercy.

"Looks like you need to be punished."