His Wife's Naked Dogeza of Apology
"C-cum... control...?"
The grotesque words had barely left his mouth when—
A sharp, electric pain clamped around his cock.
"Ugh...?!"
"W-what the hell...?"
The sensation punched through the fog in his skull and snapped his reason back in an instant. He looked down on reflex.
"A... a hand...?"
A woman's hand had reached around from behind him and was binding his cock with the panties that had been sitting there.
"H-hey...!"
Kim Sung-jin twisted around and shouted at her, thrown completely by the fact that she had actually put her hands on him.
She paid him no mind at all.
"Hold out through this and you win~"
As if tying off a finished knot, Kim Ha-eun yanked the panty strings tight around his cock.
"Nnngh...!"
Every drop of blood that had rushed into his erection was trapped now, with nowhere left to go. She wound the strings this way and that until they formed a little bow, and the crotch panel hung limp beneath it—a thoroughly grotesque sight. A pretty knot on an ugly hanger. A pearl necklace on a pig: the whole arrangement existed only to mock the thing it decorated.
"Pffhahaha! That's actually cute. I knew Ha-eun had clever hands, but I didn't think she was this good~"
"Thank you, Master...♡"
Apparently the sight pleased Master just fine.
"Haha, the knot's pretty enough... shame the thing it's tied around is that pathetic little dick~♡"
His wife's reason had come back, it seemed. She jumped straight in to mock her husband, her laugh dripping with contempt.
"W-what's this last wager even supposed to be... doing this..."
Shame crawled over every inch of him. He rushed them to start already.
"Time limit's the same—three minutes. In that window, Ha-eun's going to work your cock over."
Master launched straight into the explanation.
"Hold your orgasm for those three minutes and you win. And if you lose..."
"I-if I lose...?"
"Oh my? I already explained that, didn't I~ hehe..."
Becoming Master's masochist slave.
If he lost, every last one of his human rights would be stripped away on the spot, and he would become Master's property. His fortune, his power, everything he had built—all of it would belong to Master. Until the day he died, he would burn himself down as a Male Slave, laboring and living for Master alone.
"To prove it..."
Kim Ha-eun held a contract out in front of Kim Sung-jin. Across the top of the document—
"C-Couple Slave... Contract..."
The words written there were something out of a fever dream.
Article 1. The contract process shall be recorded on video by Master.
Upon the undersigned's defeat, all human rights are forfeit. Property, authority, and all accumulated assets transfer in full to Master. The undersigned shall live and labor until death as a Male Slave for Master's exclusive use.
"You'll be stamping your seal right here...♡"
The clauses he skimmed were nothing short of catastrophic. Slavery in the twenty-first century... and sexual slavery, at that.
...She's insane...
Outrageous, unconscionable terms. They had no legal force whatsoever, but—
"A Chief Prosecutor can do an awful lot, can't he? You'll get to put those famous talents of yours to work for Master to your heart's content...♡"
People who did things like this were never going to care about the law. What really stuck in his craw was Article 1—the part about Master filming the whole process. Even if the terms themselves had no legal teeth, handing a man this dangerous that kind of leverage was already more than enough.
"T-this kind of..."
The words to call the whole thing off rose all the way to his throat. But—
We've already come this far, haven't we...?
Sunk cost. For the first time, he had beaten his wife at something. Not a true victory, of course—but he was only one step away from that real win. So—
Fine. I just have to win, right?
A pointless male competitive streak flared to life. And more than that—
I want to see it...
The feeling he had been trying so hard to ignore leaked up to the surface. He wanted, desperately, to see what came next.
"You going to do it? Or are you going to be a man and just quit? Hehe."
And on top of everything, a young, beautiful woman was offering to torment his cock?
"...Fine. I'll do it."
This was the last of it. He wrung out whatever will he had left and accepted the wager.
Slap-slap-slap—!
A sight he almost never got from his wife: the neat, domestic figure of a woman in an apron. Of course she was naked underneath it, so the whole picture was as filthy as it was homey—a husband's ideal, realized in the most obscene way possible. But that luxury was being enjoyed entirely by some other man.
"Haha, you're loving this. My cock that good?"
"Yeeesss...! Maashter's cooock...! I wuv it soooo muuuch...!♡"
Ah—not entirely. Letting the husband watch was already more mercy than he deserved.
"Hah...! Hah...!"
F-fuck...
Kim Sung-jin was staring at his wife's ahegao as she came and came on their marriage bed, taking Master's cock from behind, while Kim Ha-eun worked his own cock over without mercy.
M-my cock... it's going to burst...!
"Aigoo~ our Chief Prosecutor... at this rate you might actually pass out."
Kim Ha-eun had already gotten comfortable teasing men and tormenting cocks.
"Looks like every drop of blood in your body is piled up right here... haha."
Even as she needled him, she kept the panty strings bound around his cock in constant motion, squeezing him as if she might make him come—and then didn't.
"G-gentle...! That hurts...!"
"Ah-ah. If you drop your hands, the timer resets. Keep them up properly."
Kim Sung-jin was holding the same humiliating pose as in the previous wager: legs bent as if sitting on an invisible chair, both hands locked behind his head, his whole body trembling.
"Hah...! Hah...!"
He had barely survived it last time. Three minutes in this position, at his age, was far too much. What kept him going was—
I-I'm going to win...!
—a man's competitive fire. Or maybe—
"Oghogoooohk?!♡"
—just the pleasure of this filthy game itself.
His cock twitched and swelled.
"You're more impressive than I expected. Getting even harder..."
The visual stimulus and all that blood pooled in his groin only made him thicker. But—
"You do remember our wager is about holding your orgasm, right? The livelier you get, the more sensitive you'll be~"
Unlike last time, this bet favored him the more his erection died.
"H-how long has it been...?"
"Let's see~ .....two minutes left."
O-only one minute down...?
Time always seemed to race when he needed it and crawl when he was suffering.
"Hoo...! Hoo...!"
Oxygen was draining from his brain. His vision blurred.
This is... dangerous...
But there was an upside. This much physical strain should naturally pull the blood out of his cock and send it back to his brain and muscles. In other words, his erection was dying.
At this pace... I win this one too. And then, finally...
The condom-free creampie sex with his wife that he had dreamed of.
And then—
"I'm sorry, huuusband...!♡"
"...?"
His wife's shriek came from in front of him. He looked.
"Nnghiiiit...?! Nghik!!!♡"
With Master's cock still buried in her pussy, she pressed her head down onto the bed, both hands neatly gathered in front of her.
"What... are you doing...?"
His wife was performing a dogeza.
That Jang Hyo-jin... apologizing to me...?
Not just any apology—a full, earnest prostration. And she wasn't wearing a scrap of clothing. A Naked Dogeza.
"I'm thorry, I'm thooorryyyy!!!♡"
She was even using formal speech to apologize.
But... why all of a sudden...?
Changing her attitude and apologizing now, of all times, was strange.
"You have to explain properly what you're sorry for~ haha."
Master must have given her an order.
That bastard... he got nervous because I was about to win, didn't he? Apologizing now doesn't change a damn th—
"...What did you just say...?"
That was not something he could let slide. He had seen the man fucking his wife raw, no condom, during the wager. Of course people who did this kind of thing wouldn't bother with one. But he had already come inside her? On their first meeting?
Rage surged up his throat.
I've been putting myself through this circus just to cum inside her ONCE!!!
He broke the pose and lunged toward the two of them—
"Ah-ah."
Kim Ha-eun immediately yanked the string.
"Gah—!"
A single scream tore out of him and he froze in place, unable to move.
"Where do you think you're going in the middle of a wager?"
A thong string pinched between a woman's index finger and thumb. That one thin strap was enough to put a man's rage in its place.
"Nnngh...!"
"Let go of me!"
Even as he shouted, he had his hands back up over his head, almost dutifully. Kim Ha-eun smiled. She had confirmed she had him under control.
"Think rationally. It's already done. What's the one way you can still win from here?"
"What the hell good is any of that?! I've been putting myself through this just to get inside her, and that guy already dumped a load in her on the first meeting!"
"Exactly. So win... and scrape the other man's semen out of your wife, wouldn't you say?"
He flinched. Something instinctive twisted in his gut.
"I heard this somewhere... one theory is that the mushroom shape of a man's glans is for scraping another male's semen out of a woman's vagina."
That was it. Wanting to fuck your own woman after another man has come in her—that was male instinct. Hurry... put your cock in her before she gets pregnant with another man's sperm...! the instinct screamed inside him. And to do that, he had to win this fucked-up, impossible wager.
"B-but... you can't scrape out something he already came..."
"Then you dilute it with your own semen~ Pump her full all night until morning and flood her womb with your sperm. That's all there is to it, isn't it?"
Even if he tore the two of them apart and legally destroyed them afterward, this biological sense of defeat would follow him to the grave. So if he wanted to ease even a fraction of that disgust, he had no choice but to win the wager they had offered, fair and square, and pour his own semen into his wife's cunt.
The thought reached that far, and life surged back into the cock that had been dying. To win, he needed that erection to die... and instead, the idea of winning and impregnating his wife had his body getting ready.
Well. He could dress it up as instinct all he wanted...
"Hey, you filthy bitch. Aren't you even sorry to your husband? Apologize properly, haha."
Smack! Smack!
"Heeughh... hhik...! I-I'm thooorryyy...!♡"
Maybe he just wanted to keep watching his wife sob and apologize to him.
"Louder! Cry like you actually mean it, haha."
Smack!
Ordinarily, watching another man spank his wife's ass should have filled him with rage.
...T-that arrogant bitch...
Instead, something in him started to feel satisfied.
T-this fucking bitch...
He had always dreamed of this. The day his arrogant wife, who never knew her place beneath her heaven-sent husband, would cry and beg his forgiveness, unable to move... performing a Naked Dogeza of apology to her husband...
"Hhic... hnguuuh..."
...pinned in place on a man's cock.
Slap-slap-slap—!
The problem, of course, was that the cock wasn't his.
"How's it feel, looking at your wife like that?"
Kim Ha-eun needled him now that the dogeza had settled him down.
"Seeing your wife sob with Master's cock in her... does it make you feel helpless as a man?"
She had already seen straight through him.
"Or does it feel... satisfying? Hehe."
Vicarious satisfaction through Master... the only way an unworthy male can still comfort himself...♡
There were three main reasons men became Master's slaves. The first was pure awe toward a stronger male. The second was because the woman they loved was being held hostage, and they wanted to stay with her. The third was pure pleasure.
"Hah...! Hah...!"
He's even drooling pre-cum... haha.
That pleasure came in types, too. The first was a pure masochist's pleasure in submission.
"I'm thorry I left my huuusband...! and fucked another man and fell into being a sex slaaave...!!!♡"
"Y-you fucking bitch... hah... hah... l-louder... apologize louder..."
The second was surrendering the self to an overwhelming alpha male and tasting vicarious satisfaction through him.
Chief Prosecutor~? If you want to see your wife the way you really want her... the only way is to become Master's slave...♡
In Kim Ha-eun's mind, the final shape of Kim Sung-jin's ruin was already beginning to take form.