The Bet Begins
"Nngh..."
A splitting, leaden headache crashed through him.
"Wh...what the..."
His vision, a smear at first, slowly brightened.
"I can't see..."
It still wasn't sharp enough. He couldn't tell where he was, or what had been done to him. Before sight came back, another sense arrived first.
Sniff, sniff—
Smell.
What...is this smell...?
An alien scent he had never once caught inside his own house dragged his mind into focus. Normally the rooms were thick with the home diffuser his wife set out, with perfume and cosmetics. Now a dense human odor—strange, raw, metallic—stabbed up into his nostrils. The kind of primal stink you'd only expect at a wild-animal enclosure.
"Mmph...! Hnngh...!♡"
Hearing came next.
"And what the hell is that sound..."
Someone's voice, straining as if they were struggling to swallow something too big, and threaded through it the wet, sticky sounds of saliva. Squelch, squelch. A noise that matched the smell hanging in the air all too well.
"..."
Smell is the sense that summons memory.
This...it's that, isn't it...
That fucking smell started dragging his memories back, crawling up out of the dark. Right now...in my own house...I called that bastard over... He had meant to confront her about the affair. Then the wife he had never seen before left him so stunned he had eaten dinner and passed out on the spot. And now that his mind was back, the nauseating hormone stink of a male and a female stabbed his nose so thickly that his wife was surely, this very moment, doing...those things...with her affair partner.
Meanwhile—
"Heeugh...♡"
Hearing is the sense that amplifies emotion.
"Slurp...!♡"
A woman's vulgar moans, the kind that drive a man wild, bored into his ears.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
The thought that the unthinkable was actually happening turned his breathing ragged. His heart began to pound as if it would burst. A shiver ran over him; his skin prickled, every hair standing on end. His head grew hotter. After the faint, his sluggish nervous system slammed into high alert, and his temperature and blood pressure spiked. The activated nerves contracted the muscles around his lenses, and focus began to snap into place.
"..."
When he lifted his hanging head with that recovered sight, he saw it.
"Mmph-mmph...!♡"
On their marital bed.
"Heeeek...♡"
His wife, legs splayed like a crab, greedily sucking the cock of the man he had seen yesterday—wearing the same Naked Apron she had worn when she served him dinner.
"Ah..."
She wasn't completely bare. Unlike when he had collapsed, she had a single pair of panties on: a T-back with barely any fabric to it. And jammed into the crotch of those panties was a dildo, buzzing as it churned wildly inside her pussy. Even as she sucked cock, her whole body was visibly twitching with arousal.
"H...hey..."
He tried to move toward them at once—and something held him back. Tight.
"...?"
"What...the..."
Only then did he look down at himself.
"...!"
Rope. He was completely stripped, bound to a chair in a humiliating pose.
Is this a dream...?
Touch is the sense that wakes you to reality. The atrocity unfolding in front of his eyes was neither nightmare nor fake. The rope biting into his flesh was telling him so.
And yet—
Right...it's a dream...
If it wasn't a dream, nothing made sense. For his wife to look that vulgar, in that outfit, with that face...
"Hyo-jin, you're fucking amazing~ Getting this good this fast, lol."
A casual pat on her head.
"Hehe...thaaank youuu...♡"
Using honorifics on that man. Fawning like that. It simply was not the Jang Hyo-jin he knew.
"I have to...wake up..."
"This isn't a dream."
A chill went through him. A woman's voice, whispering low and sudden against his ear.
That voice...!
He whipped around toward the sound. A sweet smile. The same angle, the same expression as yesterday.
"Kim Ha-eun...!"
Kim Ha-eun's face appeared.
"You know my name? Did Unnie tell you?"
"Mm...? I never towd himmm...mmph...♡"
"Oh my, so the Chief Prosecutor ran a background check on me? How scary...now even I'm being threatened by a man of power~"
She glanced toward her utterly reliable Master.
"Well...Master will protect me, though...♡"
Advertising that her man was strong enough not to fear any man of power.
"Mas...ter...?"
Then she looked back at Kim Sung-jin.
"By turning that man of power...into a masochist retard, no less...♡"
Foretelling what was about to happen.
"M...masochist? What the hell are you..."
"You don't know what a masochist is? Too busy studying to know about this kind of thing?"
He knew. It was just—
"I...I'm not...that kind of..."
He resented being labeled with a word that humiliating.
"Even if you weren't until now...you will be from here on...hehe♡"
Of course, a loser's complaints held no power at all.
"What is it...you people want...?"
With his head still foggy, unable to grasp any of it, Kim Sung-jin asked the only question that seemed fundamental.
"If you wanted to steal my wife...you could've just gone underground. What the hell are you doing in someone else's house?"
There was more than one thing to pick apart, that was the problem.
"Kim Ha-eun...what are you to that bastard, that you'd do this? His girlfriend...? You're helping your own lover cheat with another woman?"
Even the things he was curious about sat entirely outside his common sense. He had just heard the word Master and still could not parse their relationship.
"Hmm~"
Kim Ha-eun propped her chin and pretended to think. She could have explained if she wanted.
"Where do I even start with this~"
Honestly, she couldn't be bothered. Kim Sung-jin was going to lose everything and have his wife taken anyway, then become a masochist slave who lent weight to Master's power. There was no point wasting effort explaining things one by one to a male slave.
So she cut straight to it.
"Chief Prosecutor. Let's make a bet."
"A bet...?"
"If you lose the bet, you offer everything to Master and become his masochist slave...♡"
The core of how things had gotten this far—and the main game Master would thoroughly enjoy.
"...What...?"
"Your fortune, your connections, every scrap of power that title of yours carries...oh, and Unnie—the lady of the house—will of course become Master's personal cock-sleeve...♡"
"...Hey..."
Kim Sung-jin, who had been listening in a daze, redlined from a dead stop.
"I've been listening and listening and this is the most fucked-up shit I've ever heard!!!"
Whoa, that made me jump, lmao.
"I asked you to explain and you come out with this cock-sucking nonsense?!"
A natural reaction. How many people would just accept something like this out of nowhere?
"A bet?! Who the hell decided that! And if I lose I become a masochist slave?! You people are completely out of your minds!"
Fine, as far as the rebuttal went. But then—
"What do I even get out of doing something like that in the first place!"
That part...he shouldn't have said.
"I'm not letting this slide! I am Kim Sung-jin, Chief Prosecutor...!"
"Chief Prosecutor..."
Kim Ha-eun cut him off.
"You've spent all this time living without even being treated properly by your wife, haven't you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Plus I heard you've never once come raw inside her in twenty years...heh."
"Th...that bitch told you even that...?"
Too worked up, he admitted the sensitive fact on the spot. He looked at his wife, still lost in sucking Master's cock.
"Your wife and I are very close, you know~ Very, very close...hehe."
Kim Ha-eun pressed right up against his ear and poured a sultry voice into it.
"So here's the thing..."
"If you win the bet...I'll let you have sex with your wife raw...♡"
"W...what...?"
"W...who the hell do you think you..."
He flinched. The raging Kim Sung-jin hesitated. The content was one thing, but the lips whispering against his ear were far too close. Kim Ha-eun was a stunning beauty in her own right, no less than Jang Hyo-jin—and to him she was a fresh, vibrant woman in her late twenties. He swallowed dry, and the fury he'd worked himself into lost a notch.
"Sh...she's my wife...who the hell are you people to talk about letting me do her raw...?"
Even as he said it, it sounded ridiculous. Third parties, arbitrarily proposing a bet—and if he won, they'd let him have unprotected sex with his own wife.
And yet—
"I...in the first place...you think that bitch would ever...do that with me? Do you have any idea how vicious she is...?"
At least for Kim Sung-jin, it wasn't an unconvincing pitch. His wife had never once let him go raw in over twenty years of marriage: a high-handed woman with a filthy stubborn streak. And yet that same woman—
"Heeugh...♡"
—was acting this submissive.
"..."
If these people said so...maybe she really would do it raw with him. A brain jacked on adrenaline responds all the more sharply to anything sexual. The rage surging up could have been the engine that got him out of this. Or it could become a double-edged sword that only pulled him in deeper.
"W...what exactly...am I supposed to do...?"
Master smiled the moment Kim Sung-jin showed he was in.
Ha-eun's all grown up, huh~ Reeling him into a bet that easily, lmao.
He smiled, satisfied with how smoothly it was going and with Kim Ha-eun's growth. Then again, the rice was already cooked~ lol. Body and mind already exhausted, Kim Sung-jin had no mental room left to look at the situation coldly. When a person has no slack, they respond not to energy-hungry reason but to the instincts programmed into the body, the ones that surface on their own. And the instinct wrapping around him right now was lust.
"This bet...how does it even work...?"
"The rules are simple."
When he asked for the specifics, it was Master who started to move. He pushed Jang Hyo-jin's head off his cock.
"Ah..."
She didn't bother hiding her disappointment. Master laid her down.
"Ah...♡"
He peeled off her panties. Her pussy had been thoroughly pre-heated by the dildo, so the fabric was already soaked through with her juices. Master took those panties, walked up to Kim Sung-jin, and held them out.
"...W...what am I supposed to do with these..."
He said that, but inside he swallowed a gasp. Hhk...! Stabbing the inside of his nose—his wife's lewd, female scent. Had he ever, in his whole life, smelled a female this thick? This was the smell of genuine juices, the kind a woman only produced when she was truly aroused for a man. Not the usual sweet, artificial perfume. A faint fishiness you couldn't honestly call pleasant.
"Hhhk...hhhk..."
And that was exactly what excited a man more. Her pussy had been so hot the soaked panties almost seemed to give off a faint steam. If he had his way, he'd wrap his cock in them and jerk off right now.
"What does this have to do with...hhhk...th...the bet...?"
When Kim Sung-jin pressed him to get on with it, Master turned his head.
"Hyo-jin, you tell him."
H...by her first name...!
Kim Sung-jin surged with anger again at Master calling his wife so casually, but Jang Hyo-jin spat out an even worse word and left her husband reeling.
"Yes, Master...♡"
"M...Master?!"
She crawled toward her husband on all fours.
"Master?! Have you lost your mind?!"
He poured his rage at her.
"How can you use a word like that...!"
Then he saw her crawling toward him, and his mouth closed.
"M...my...mouth..."
"..."
Sensual, and somehow obscene. A woman crawling on all fours toward him—a man. And that it was Jang Hyo-jin, who had always been so high-handed with him...
"Uh..."
Something stirred inside him. Before he knew it, she had reached him. She took her own panties from Master's hand and shoved them into her husband's mouth.
"Mmph—!"
"Bite."
"B...bite...?"
"Hold them in your mouth."
A shiver. At his wife's commanding order, years of married life trained into his body took over. He opened his mouth on reflex and bit down on the panties.
At once her fishy, lewd body-scent flooded his mouth. The smell stirred through his brain as if it were pouring straight into his skull.
"From now on I'm going to service Master's cock with my mouth-pussy, okay?"
Jang Hyo-jin pursed her lips and flicked her tongue at her husband, showing off.
"If you can hold those without dropping them, I'll let you fuck me raw~♡"
Her vulgar display, flicking her tongue right in front of his face. Her pussy-scent raking through his brain.
"Hell, I'll even give you a nice, sloppy deep kiss while you fuck me...with this tongue...hehe."
Thanks to that very...excellent? reward for the bet, he grabbed hold of that rotten lifeline.
"Th...that's all...I have to do...?"
"I just...have to hold this in my mouth...?"
Above all, the terms of the bet were far too easy.
"Ah, that's just Stage One."
Master answered in her place.
"Stage One?"
"We need to test whether the Chief Prosecutor actually means to take this bet seriously, lol."
"A...a test?"
Something was off. Whether to accept the bet was Kim Sung-jin's decision—and yet they were talking like they were the ones in charge, testing him.
"Wh-where's the sense in that?"
It was an absurd stretch.
"Right? You don't like it? But what can you do."
But what other option did he have.
"If you want raw sex with your wife, you've gotta do it, lol."
If they parted ways like this, he would remain the retard who had spent twenty years in a condom, never once having real sex with his wife. If you're a retard whether you win or lose, be the retard who won. A famous line floating around the internet.
"Wh...what's after the test...?"
"That's a secret~ You'll find out once you pass the test, lol."
"Nnngh..."
They meant to toy with him under the pretext of a test. That naturally made him doubt the reward as well.
"I...if I win, you'll really...let me do my wife raw...that's genuine...?"
A sentence that gave him existential whiplash even as he said it. Asking someone else's permission to have sex with his own wife.
Y...yeah, this is weird...I don't like this test thing either...I should just...
He was about to change his mind, and then—
"Heeughh...Masteer's so meeean...Hyo-jin's pussy is Master's exclusive...♡"
As if to provoke him, she shook that thick, meaty ass.
"Well...if it's for Master, Hyo-jin can put her pussy on the line of any bet...♡"
The last remaining thread of reason snapped.
Was the instinct wrapping him now lust, or rage?
This...fucking bitch...
Probably both.
"How long..."
"Sorry?"
"How long do I have to hold this?"