Neto-Maso Conversion in Progress
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The instant Master's hips started driving, Jang Hyo-jin's climax-scream punched straight through her husband's eardrums, and the slack, wrecked ecstasy on her face filled his vision.
"Hnnnngh! Hhahk!♡"
She braced herself against Kim Sung-jin's body like a post and poured out every ounce of the male power and pleasure wrapping her from head to toe.
"Hahk...! Nngh...!♡"
"Mmnh... mmnh—"
Kim Sung-jin wanted to scream at them to stop. But the second he tried to form a word, he was sure the panties clenched between his teeth would be ripped away, so he didn't dare. Worse than that—
The tears sliding from his wife's eyes, the drool spilling from the corner of her mouth, dripped onto his thighs and stomach and soaked him through.
Sh-she's insane...
There was no universe in which he could start an argument right now.
To do something this crazy...
His cock swelled. He was more aroused than he had ever been in his life. But calling this the peak would have been premature. There was still plenty of stimulation left that would put even this to shame.
Her thumb and forefinger pinched both of his nipples.
"H-honey! Just lose alreadyyy! If you lose, Maaaster said he'll... he'll cum inside meee!!!♡"
"W-what did you say?!"
"He said he'll get me pregnant... that he'll keep me as his sex slave for the rest of my liiife!! So you have to lose! Hurry!"
"Th-that's bullshit...!"
If he won, he would get to cum inside her raw. He might finally put a child in his own wife. If he lost, she would be carrying this other man's baby instead. Somehow the whole thing had been framed as a wager over who would impregnate Jang Hyo-jin.
Haha, I already dumped a load in her... no need to mention that, though.
Of course, Kim Sung-jin was the only one who didn't know.
"P-pregnant? That kind of—"
Like hell I'm losing!
The word only stoked his will hotter. But the temptation testing that will arrived immediately.
"I-if you lose for me...! I'll... suck you off... I'll swallow one for youuu!♡"
She puckered her lips and shoved them toward his face, a vulgar little ooo that was almost painful to look at.
I-I don't need something like—
They were already so close it felt oppressive. This kind of thing shouldn't have appealed to him at all.
His cock swelled again. It appealed more than enough.
"Hahh...! Hahh...!"
The wrecked look of her. Those shameless lips thrusting themselves at him. It all felt so cheap it made his skin crawl—and at the same time, the urge to drop the panties and jam his cock down her throat like a fleshlight came roaring up his spine.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"And thaaat's not aall?!♡"
The rewards didn't stop there. She mashed her enormous breasts against his whole body.
"And these tits too...! Y-y-y-you can do whatever you want with theeem!♡"
Jang Hyo-jin was seducing him, working to drag her husband down into a defeat-addicted, masochistic wreck.
Ah... ahh...
This was genuinely dangerous. Do whatever he wanted with her breasts. Her bare breasts. Had he ever even properly touched them?
He could feel the weight of them, crushed against his skin, rolling and sloshing. How much richness was packed into that flesh. She was, exactly as she looked, the distilled essence of a superior female.
And that wasn't all. Her breasts heaved in time with Master's thrusting, smearing and grinding across his stomach and chest, and her thick, stiff nipples dragged over his skin until a shiver ripped through him. His already oversensitive nerves threw a fit at the contact with his wife's tits.
"Y-you can suck on my nipples... as much as you waaant! A-and... you can shove your cock between my tits and shake them as hard as you liiike!"
Her eyes rolled up as she forced the words out, clinging to the last scraps of reason, and Kim Sung-jin's overheated brain painted every scene she had just described.
He would suck those thick, pale-pink nipples into his mouth until they turned scarlet. He would gather those extravagantly swollen breasts in both hands and greedily lick both nipples at once. Or he would sink his teeth into those thick slabs of flesh and brand her—his woman, his property—for daring to give her body to another man. Then he would slot his cock into the valley between those breasts, still marked with his bite, and use the wave-like bounce of them, the visual feast of it, as a side dish while he shoved himself into that vulgarly offered mouth—
The thought went too far. A hot, electric jolt lanced through his frontal lobe.
"Two minutes left~ haha."
Th-that's a lie...! Only a minute's gone?!
Time felt even slower than before.
I-if I stay like this...
The temptation would win. The strength would drain from his jaw in seconds.
He jerked his gaze away from his wife's lewd, inviting eyes—and the wet slap of flesh dragged it right back before he knew what he was doing.
Sh-she said she was taking care of herself and blew money like water...!
His wife's plump ass rolled into view, bouncing the same way her breasts did.
Just packing on the fat...!
She had put on weight, yes, but there was nothing ugly about it. On a well-kept body, that ripened flesh wasn't sagging, unsightly fat. It was springy, taut, the beautiful body of a woman in her prime, rolling and quivering with every thrust.
Kim Sung-jin swallowed. The urge to dive into that flesh right now had climbed all the way to the back of his throat. The moment he became aware of his throat, his mouth started to tremble. His locked tongue-muscles tensed the inside of his neck, and his whole body began to shake.
That was when Kim Ha-eun spoke up again, out of nowhere.
"Unnie's body is crazy hot, right? Hehe."
Kim Sung-jin flinched.
"Oops? If you keep jumping like that, those panties are going to fall right out of your mouth~"
"Th-then don't talk to me...!"
She ignored him completely and kept going.
"Honestly, it's not the kind of body women usually go for... but who cares about that? The body Master goes crazy for is the wannabe figure every woman actually wants.♡"
"You must be so happy, Chief Prosecutor~ You've had a body like that all to yourself for the last twenty years..."
Something in him surged. The trembling in his body settled, and strength started to come back.
"Ah, but you said she's never once let you cum inside... so maybe not? Hehe."
These bitches are tag-teaming me...!
"Then I guess you've never even seen unnie in a swimsuit, have you? What a waste~ Even I think she looks pretty filthy in one, and I'm a woman. Hehe."
For a second, the image of his wife in a swimsuit flashed behind his eyes.
"The public pool suits aren't even that revealing... but her figure is so good it punches right through the fabric, you know?"
The cling of it, the undercurve of her ass and the Y of her crotch showing through, her breasts spilling over the neckline—
"No wonder all the male members stare. Well, unnie's so fierce none of them even dare come close..."
Even when she went to places like the pool, he had been able to relax, because he knew her personality. And now this.
"Master was the only one who punched through that and took her.♡"
An affair—and a spectacle more shocking than an affair besides.
"W-why... are you telling me that now...?"
"Don't you want to see unnie in a bikini?"
His mind blanked.
"And not just any bikini. A micro bikini so thin the fabric's barely there... about as much cloth as that T-back you've got in your mouth."
He wanted to see it. Just imagining the regular pool suit was enough to melt his brain. A micro bikini on the wife currently writhing in front of him like this—
"Hngh...! Hnnnngh...!♡"
"Hang in there, Chief Prosecutor~ In the next stage, some really filthy things are going to happen with unnie's micro bikini.♡"
In front of him, his wife kept grinding her whole body against him, trying to make him lose. In his ear, Kim Ha-eun promised an even bigger reward and told him not to give in.
"I-I'll give you a real deep kiss with tongue and everything?! You can suck on my tits too! So just give it up already!!!♡"
His wife shoved the rewards of defeat in his face and begged him to lose.
"If you win here, you get a front-row seat to the madam's vulgar little body.♡"
Kim Ha-eun dangled a lesser prize that was still plenty filthy, and cheered him on.
"Ah... ah..."
Inside his skull, the pleasure of defeat and the satisfaction of winning as a man started tipping back and forth on a scale.
M-my head... it's going to split...!
The conflict itself was stimulation enough. It was already gently melting his frontal lobe.
"Thirty seconds left~"
W-what?! Why did it suddenly get so—?!
Time always ran faster when you were focused on something.
"Aaaah...! Give it up already! You're a pervert! Don't you want to touch these tits?!"
She pinched his nipples again, demanding an answer, and tore at them.
"Guhhh...!"
The sensation hurt—but his swollen cock and overheated brain were already starting to mistake the pain for pleasure. His jaw muscles loosened as if his body were answering his wife's command.
"If you're a pervert, wouldn't you rather watch? You might not get to touch the madam's breasts... but you won't get to see the micro bikini either."
Ordinary skinship was fine. But his wife's vulgar cosplay—that was a different class of stimulus entirely. Fantasizing about it poured tension back into muscles that had been going slack.
"Nngh...! D-doing it for real feels better than just watching...! That's obvious, isn't it?!"
"M-maybe, but...!"
He didn't want to lose in the first place.
"Chief Prosecutor? If you win every wager, you'll get to have actual sex with her anyway..."
"No! I said I'd let him go in raw, I never said I'd let him shove his tongue in my mouth! And he's not getting my tits either!"
That much was true. Even when they had sex as husband and wife, she had always flatly refused any real intimacy. Even if he won, the breasts currently melting his whole body, the lips she was so cheaply offering him—there was a high chance he still wouldn't be allowed to touch either one.
"Ten seconds!"
The countdown had already started.
"Once he's already put it in raw, what's left that he can't do? Unnie's just being stubborn. Don't give up."
"Eight~ seven~"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Haaahn...! Give it up! I'm going to get pregnant with Master's baby!"
"Six~ five~"
"I-if that's what this is... then even more...!"
"...Two~ one~!"
The instant the countdown hit zero, the timer started beeping.
"And~ that's it~"
On Master's cue, Kim Sung-jin let the strength go out of his aching jaw, like a man finally allowed to rest.
"Hah!"
Jang Hyo-jin toppled backward—and Master, right behind her, caught her cleanly.
I-I won...!
He had cleared this stage too. He had won his fight against his wife.
You fucking bitch...! All this time, you never even knew your husband was someone to be afraid of...!
Drunk on the superiority of victory, he looked down at his wife, sprawled on her back. She didn't even glance at him.
"Ahh... thank you, Master...♡"
She only gazed up at the man who had caught her, her eyes full of love.
Y-you piece of shit...!
Rage boiled up again—but he let out a long breath. It wouldn't be much longer now. The time when he would pin that arrogant woman under him and grind her into the floor.
She never knew, because we always used a condom, right? Raw feels like a whole different dimension! And her libido's been running hot lately, so she'll be even more sensitive...
"Hurry up with the next stage!"
I'll make you piss yourself!
Kim Sung-jin burned with that glare of will—and Kim Ha-eun smirked.
He picked watching over having sex with his own wife...
That hunger for victory, that very spirit, was the thing slowly dropping him into the abyss.
And he doesn't even realize he's turning into a Neto-Maso...♡
All of it was just buildup. Conditioning, one step at a time.