Drop Those Panties Off Your Cock and You're Dead
He had burned with the will to cum inside his wife. But that was not the whole of it.
A... a micro bikini...
More than getting a blowjob or a titjob from her right this second...
He swallowed.
More than having sex with his wife himself...
"Hehehe... Master...♡"
His heart pulled harder toward the image of her in nothing but scraps of cloth, her face slack and filthy with lust. No—more precisely...
That sloppy, wrecked face of hers... wearing those trashy little outfits...?
His cock chose that option. It swelled. His lust was beginning to take a far greater interest in watching his wife fuck Master in cheap, vulgar cosplay.
In other words, his Neto-Maso conditioning was well underway.
Aah~ if he'd just thrown the match himself just now, he could've at least gotten Unnie's tits and lips...
That was why Kim Ha-eun had been cheering him on. There was no other reason.
No matter how badly he wanted to win... he chose to spectate all on his own... hehe.
She had been cheering specifically to turn Kim Sung-jin into a Neto-Maso who preferred watching over actually having sex himself.
She always acted like a cold block of wood whenever they did it... he must've sensed, even unconsciously, that sex with her would never get this kind of reaction anyway.
That was it. Just rocking her hips. No reaction. No teasing touch. No special events of any kind. Sex that had been nothing more than a grim marital duty. Even the way she had started shaking her hips more eagerly lately...
"Mashter... kish... kish meee...♡"
It had never been anything like this.
She stuck her tongue out through the T-back clenched in her teeth and swirled it around, wagging it, lolling it. Blehhh~♡ Begging Master, desperately, for a kiss.
...This slut... and she used to act so damn expensive...!
His cock jumped. He was growing addicted to a side of his wife he had never once seen.
"Shall we move on to the next one, then?"
Master ignored her completely and spoke to Kim Sung-jin. The kind of filthy, teasing kiss her husband could never give her no matter how he strained—Master had so much luxurious pleasure overflowing around him that he could dismiss even that with a shrug.
"Ah..."
Jang Hyo-jin made a small sound of disappointment. His cock, however, was still buried deep inside her. She soothed herself by rocking her hips in tiny, needy circles, wet flesh catching and slipping.
"First, let's get up off the chair."
The moment Master said it—
"...I'm still tied up."
"I'll untie you... hehe."
Kim Ha-eun, standing behind Kim Sung-jin, immediately began undoing the ropes that bound him to the chair.
T... they're untying me...?
The scissors she had prepared in advance snipped through, restoring freedom to his arms and legs. Kim Sung-jin carefully rose to his feet. Then he took a step toward his wife and Master—
"Ah, just in case I need to say this..."
Master looked straight at him.
"I'd drop any funny ideas if I were you."
Meeting his eyes with a soft, easy smile. Kim Sung-jin's body froze.
"...Just keep your end of the deal."
He had no intention of trying anything else, not after coming this far. He was already winning the bets, one after another—and Kim Sung-jin was a man more at home with the law than with violence. He clenched his fists and crushed down the urge to charge in and smash that disgusting spectacle to pieces.
"...I'm going to win."
It was absolutely not because he had flinched under the gaze of a stronger male. Absolutely not.
"I hope you do. Haha."
Master smiled as if Kim Sung-jin's resolve were a joke, then stood in one motion, pulling Jang Hyo-jin up with him, still wrapped in his arms.
"Haaah...♡"
Because his cock was still buried inside her, every movement made Jang Hyo-jin shudder and twitch. They walked right up to Kim Sung-jin's face like that.
What kind of freak show are they going to make me do this time...
As the two of them approached, he tensed—and yet his cock twitched. He was already starting to look forward to just how disgustingly hot the next game would be.
The instant that thought crossed his mind, something dropped onto him.
"...?"
His wife had let the panties she'd been holding in her mouth fall onto his erect cock.
"W... what is this...?"
At Kim Sung-jin's dazed mutter—
"Hyo-jin, why don't you explain?"
"Yes...♡"
His wife, Jang Hyo-jin, laid out the terms of this next bet.
"That. Don't let it fall for three minutes."
An extremely short, half-assed, crystal-clear explanation.
"If it falls, you lose. So you'd better keep that little dick of yours standing nice and hard, huh?"
She acted like the world's most lovesick girl toward Master, and toward her husband she was nothing but cold and merciless.
"Little dick?! I'm bigger than average...!"
"Ah, and you can't use your hands, so put both of them up over your head."
"..."
He tried to raise his voice and argue, and it was crushed instantly. To these two, this kind of scene was all too familiar.
"...What about the bikini...?"
"...Give me a break. I'm putting that on next. It's not like I checked it at a counter. Don't rush me."
"..."
Every word from his wife had an edge on it. Kim Sung-jin silently raised both hands to the crown of his head.
"...Like this?"
If he didn't want to keep getting jerked around by her...
"No, no. Put them behind your head. You never get anything the first time, do you?"
A vein popped. The only way out was to win this bet. He lifted his arms like a man standing punishment, palms pressed to the back of his skull.
"Now you're listening. Three minutes, just like that."
It's tougher than the last one, sure, but...
"Starting the timer, then?"
A beep.
This much is nothing...!
This bet, too, was far too easy. Don't let his wife's T-back fall off his cock. The key to winning was simply not losing his erection. And with a natural aphrodisiac like this sitting on his dick...
I won't go soft even if I just stand here...!
The panties were soaked through with his wife's pussy juice and spit—a climax toy that wouldn't let his erection die. And on top of that...
"Haha. Want a kiss, Hyo-jin?"
"Yes! Master! Kish me! Kish kish~!♡"
"What a cute little slut. Haha."
The two of them flirting right in front of his face was stimulating, and yet—
These fucking bastards...
The infuriating spectacle only made his cock angrier. It jumped.
Meanwhile, Master pinched the nipple of Jang Hyo-jin, who was grinding her ass back against his hips.
"Ook?!♡"
Her eyes rolled back at once, her tongue lolling out in an ahegao as she came. Master was a past master at making a woman's tongue hang out like that, as naturally as breathing. And then, without missing a beat, he seized both her cheeks roughly.
"Slurrrp—!"
He shoved his tongue into her mouth and devoured her greedily.
It pisses me off... but I have to admit it...
His cock twitched and twitched.
...that this is fucking hot...
He felt like he could feel every pulse of it from the sight of them.
They're trying to show off and humiliate me... but they're actually helping me win, aren't they?
That was definitely how it had been.
...How much time has even passed...?
He was trembling. Age. An all-nighter. The fatigue and stress piled up from recent work. And on top of that, nearly ten minutes of forced erection, lactic acid building in the muscle—every condition stacked against him was slowly killing his cock.
F... fuck...
If this had been the first bet, he might have had room to spare. But after being forced to stay hard for so long, he was exhausted, and the blood just wouldn't pool the way it needed to.
"Wow~ you've got something that precious sitting on it and your dick's dying... this is why Unnie has no choice but to go out looking, you know~ a man who can't even do a man's job. Heh."
Even Kim Ha-eun's blatant provocation—
"H... ngh..."
He couldn't argue. No—right now, he had no choice but to pour every nerve he had into his prostate, trying to keep his dying cock alive.
But it kept drooping.
"...!"
Muscles and nerves that go unused shrink and die. This was a middle-aged cock that hadn't even been much good in bed with his own wife. As if gathering his strength now was going to change anything.
"D... dammit...!"
"One minute down~"
O... only one minute?!
"Nngh...!"
To keep the panties from falling, Kim Sung-jin quickly bent his knees and dropped his center of gravity. His lower body jutted forward, and with both hands already locked behind his head, the pose gradually...
"Hahaha! What are you doing? You look pathetic~"
...became something truly ugly to look at. Like a man sitting on an invisible chair, both arms raised in punishment. Trembling. Punishment for the defeated husband whose wife was being stolen—and as his prize, the victorious Master ravaged the stolen wife to his heart's content.
"Slurp—! Master feels so good using me... and you... haah...! W-what's that pathetic pose even supposed to be...? Hehe♡"
The match wasn't decided yet, of course—but anyone looking at this scene would know instantly who was the winner and who was the loser.
"It'd be a shame if only the husband looked that pathetic... should we show Hyo-jin off in an equally ugly pose? Haha."
"W-what?"
The instant Master said it, he hooked both arms under Jang Hyo-jin's thighs and hoisted her straight up.
"Oh my?!"
Her legs splayed wide, and the cock buried in her pussy was put on shameless display.
"Aing~ Master... this pose... it's so embarrassing...♡"
A woman well past forty, acting this shamelessly—what was there left to be embarrassed about?
"Haha. Let's show your husband exactly what you look like when you cum your brains out~"
"H... hehe... if that's what Master wants...♡"
If anything, matching Master's perverted play only got her more worked up. The proof: the pussy wrapped around Master's cock was fluttering and clenching, gaping around him.
And that pussy of his wife's—
"Hah...! Hah...!"
Kim Sung-jin stared at it with ferocious intensity. Whether it was because he'd dropped his stance to keep the panties from falling, or because the height difference between Master and Kim Sung-jin was that severe, Jang Hyo-jin's lifted pussy came right up to his nose.
A viciously musky cocktail of male and female hormones stabbed straight into his nostrils. His wife's pussy looked like it was steaming, blasting out a natural diffuser scent designed to put a male in heat.
He swallowed. The incredible scene forced blood back into his cock.
And then a merciless piston, still holding her like that. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Hegh-uuuh...? Egghhh...!!!♡"
His wife's vulgar climax-cries poured down from above his head.
This bastard...! Where does he get this kind of strength...!
His wife had put on weight lately from the extra flesh she'd gained, but—
"Ah~ that's Hyo-jin for you~ she's got that hugging-meat feel, you know? Hahaha."
Master welcomed it, hugging her even tighter and shaking her like a fleshlight. With every thrust, their fluids splattered onto his face.
D... dirty...
He thought that, and yet he couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Two minutes down~ one minute left?"
Two of the three minutes were already gone.
O... one minute... left...
Relief that there wasn't much time left, and a restless hunger that he only had one more minute to watch this—Kim Sung-jin stared at the place where their sexes met as if his eyes would fall out.
But his wife would not allow it. She clamped both feet around her husband's face.
"Mmph—!"
"D... disgusting... where do you think you're looking...?"
She forced his gaze up to look at her. And so he found himself looking up at his wife as Master held her aloft and fucked her.
"Y-y-you wanted... to watch your wife... g-g-guh...! get pounded on another man's... cock?!... th-that badly...?!"
She poured every ounce of contempt she had onto her husband, and still—
"S... so that's why... you're so pathetic... you... you just let your own woman... get stoooleeen...?!♡"
Jang Hyo-jin couldn't even finish the sentence, pinned helpless on Master's cock.
"Oooook—!!!♡"
"Haa...! Haa...!"
Kim Sung-jin's mind was going blank, bit by bit. He didn't think he could even call her a slut anymore.
"Y... you loser...! So pathetic...! I've always thought so...! I regretted marrying you...!"
She was telling him that marrying him had been the worst decision of her life—negating her entire existence with him—and still—
"N... nngh...!"
His cock just felt like it was going to explode.
"That's why I feel so gooood right now...! Meeting a magnificent man like Mashter... I'm so happyyyy...!♡"
Thanks to all of this, it looked like he was going to win the bet just fine. But watching his wife's pussy cum on Master's cock, right in front of his eyes—
"Aaaah—! I'm coming I'm coming I'm commiiing—!!!♡"
Something... somewhere deep inside him... felt like it had just lost.
The squirt of his wife, climaxing with everything she had, poured straight onto the face of her husband, Kim Sung-jin, right under her nose. And as a bonus, it splattered across his still-erect cock.
"Ah..."
Was there any greater prize a Neto-Maso could receive?
At the same moment, the three-minute timer began to ring.
"Heeeh... heeeh...♡"
Jang Hyo-jin melted in Master's arms, her mind fried by pleasure. And matching her, her husband, Kim Sung-jin, stood on shaking legs, barely holding himself up.
"Impressive. I didn't think you'd last this far. Haha."
Master's mocking praise didn't reach him at all.
"..."
His unfocused eyes showed just how blank his mind had gone.
"Next one's the last one, finally."
Kim Ha-eun's voice whispered at his ear.
F... finally...
That voice alone reminded him of what he was doing here.
"N... next..."
He forced the words out through a dazed head.
"The next one... hurry..."
Like a man addicted to something.
"Alright~ the last bet you've been waiting and waiting for is~?"
At Master's words, Kim Ha-eun, behind him, took the string panties that had been sitting on Kim Sung-jin's cock and cinched them tight, tying them around him.
"A classic hold-it-in contest~ haha."