The Chaste Wife Humiliated Even by a Servant (1)
Every time the two men’s cocks advanced, stretching her vaginal walls wider, she felt the folds of her pussy being scraped one by one with vivid clarity—a new kind of pleasure she had never known in bed with her husband.
— Sssuuuk— chigeok— thwack-thwack-thwack— thrust-thrust— squelch-squelch—
“Haaah…! Aaaahng! Nngh-nngh-nngh…!”
Hah-hah… every time those folds get scraped I feel a pleasure I can barely hold back.
Jong Yak-hui kept pouring out love juices under the overwhelming sensation.
— Gulp— trickle-trickle—
The clear nectar spilling from her cunt ran down the thick shaft of Dang Dupae, who was thrusting up into her from below, until even his balls were soaked.
“Haha, Brother! Looks like the Second Matriarch’s started dripping like a faucet even without Yeollakgo. She’s a filthy slut now—our personal sex slave.”
“Haha, you’re right. Even without the aphrodisiac she’s gone crazy for our cocks.”
Just as they said, Jong Yak-hui was not under the influence of Yeollakgo right now. Yet she was so aroused that she took both of their cocks into a single pussy and still leaked endlessly.
Even when the two men called her a lewd woman, she had no answer.
Aaaah… just like they say, I’ve already surrendered to their cocks and become a filthy slut.
She was writhing in pleasure from sex with the two of them without any drug at all; she could not refute a single word.
— Twitch-twitch— squeeze-squeeze— clench-clench—
Her vaginal muscles clamped down on both shafts with fierce strength. Every time Dang Dupyeong’s cock slid in and out it stabbed her womb and scraped her walls fold by fold. Jong Yak-hui trembled and cried out under that pleasure.
— Thrust-thrust— squelch-squelch— thwack-thwack— slap-slap—
“Haaah…! Aaaah, th-this feeling…! Hnngh…!”
“What about this feeling?”
“I-it feels good.”
“Second Matriarch, you mean our cocks feel good, right?”
“Y-yes. Both of your cocks feel good.”
“Haha, then we’ll keep giving you that good cock.”
Dang Dupyeong’s hips slammed hard against her mound and crotch. Each impact sent convulsions through her body as if she were about to black out from pleasure. He gripped both of her legs, forced her thighs wide open, and pounded her mercilessly.
— Thrust-thrust— grind-grind— thwack-thwack— slap-slap—
— Gulp-gulp— trickle— drip-drip—
Jong Yak-hui soaked herself in endless nectar and sank deeper into ecstasy.
Aaaah, having two cocks inside me at once really feels like my pussy’s going to split. No matter how many times we do it, this pleasure is insane.
The cock Dang Dupyeong was driving into her scraped her walls and delivered shocks strong enough to press against her urethra and bladder. As the pressure built, her excitement climbed higher and higher.
— Thrust-thrust— squelch-squelch— thwack-thwack— slap-slap—
“Hiiik—! Nngh—! Haaah—!”
Aaaah, I came again. Aaaah, I keep climaxing every time I have sex with them. I’m not a chaste wife anymore. Hah-hah!
In the end she reached orgasm. Yet the two men never stopped thrusting, and the climax refused to fade; wave after wave of climax crashed over her until she thrashed helplessly.
— Clunk—
“Is the Hall Master of the Medicine and Poison Hall in?”
In the middle of their lewd coupling, a knock and a woman’s voice sounded at the door.
“Huk! The Third Matriarch at this hour?”
“Wh-what do we do?”
“I’ll go out and handle it.”
— Sssuuk— pop—
“Hnngh!”
Dang Dupae pulled his cock free from Jong Yak-hui’s pussy, hurriedly yanked on the trousers he had discarded, and carefully opened the door.
— Creeeak—
“Is that the Third Matriarch?”
“Yes.”
“What business brings you to me?”
“I came to ask for some medicine.”
“Ah, of course. Please have a seat.”
— Thud—
Dang Dupae stepped into the Medicine and Poison Hall office and shut the door behind him. In the adjoining herb room, Dang Dupyeong was still buried inside Jong Yak-hui.
What does Lady Ho want?
Realizing the visitor was the Third Matriarch, Ho Yeonsuk, Jong Yak-hui held her breath. Holding it was not easy.
— Thrust-thrust— squelch-squelch— sssuuk-sssuuk—
“Hnngh-hnngh…! Hooop!”
Th-this bastard is still…?
She twisted her head to glare at Dang Dupyeong.
“The Third Matriarch is right outside!”
She whispered the scolding in a tiny voice. Dang Dupyeong only grinned.
“Heh-heh, that just makes it more thrilling, doesn’t it?”
More thrilling?
He rocked his hips back and forth, driving his cock deep into her cunt.
— Sssuuk—
“Hooop!”
Pinned on her back across the table, Jong Yak-hui had no choice but to clap one hand over her mouth to smother the moans. Once the door closed, the quiet conversation in the office became hard to hear. Instead, the wet sounds of Dang Dupyeong fucking her rang out all the clearer.
— Thrust-thrust— grind-grind— thwack-thwack— slap-slap—
“Hooop-hooop…! Hoooop!”
Hah-hah…! Maybe it’s the tension, but my pussy’s even more sensitive. Knowing Lady Ho is just on the other side of one door makes it worse. Aaaah, th-the pleasure is insane.
She fought desperately not to make a sound. Yet the knowledge that the Third Matriarch Ho Yeonsuk stood beyond the door only heightened every sensation until she felt she would go mad. Holding back her moans was far harder than usual.
Dang Dupyeong was just as aroused. Jong Yak-hui’s naked body, white legs spread wide left and right, looked even more obscene than normal. Her full breasts swayed; the black bush of pubic hair against her pale skin drew the eye. Below it, her mound was speared by his own cock, and her long white legs stretched out to either side. The thought of the Third Matriarch just beyond the door made him unable to restrain his excitement.
Someday I’ll fuck the Third Matriarch too. For now, just conquering the Second Matriarch is already a rush. Hnngh, what a killer pussy.
The lust he had been holding back exploded inside his head.
— Brrr— brr— brrr—
“Hnngh…! Heuk! That was even better than usual.”
Unable to hold back, Dang Dupyeong came inside her again and again. It felt like a larger load than normal.
— Sssuuk— pop— thud—
“Haa-haa…! Hnngh…!”
Jong Yak-hui still covered her mouth with one hand, stifling every sound. When he pulled free and released her legs, they fell limply onto the table. From her wide-open pussy, thick white semen oozed out in heavy globs. The business was not finished, so she could not dress yet.
The Third Matriarch won’t come into the herb room… will she?
With Dang Dupae there, he would stop her from entering. If she walked in and saw them naked, everything would be over; he would never allow it.
After some time the Third Matriarch left the office and Dang Dupae returned. Only after he too had finished and they were done did Jong Yak-hui finally leave the Medicine and Poison Hall.
She walked the corridor back toward her own chambers.
Haa… my lower half is always soaked.
Having taken both men’s seed, she left the hall wet every single time.
“My lady!”
“Ah, Dong-ssi Halabeom. What are you doing here at this hour?”
A short old man with deeply wrinkled skin appeared before her. Even in the darkness Jong Yak-hui recognized him at once as the servant who had accompanied the Third Matriarch Ho Yeonsuk when she first married into the family. He had simply been “Dong-ssi” then; now age had added “Halabeom” to his name.
“Yes, my lady. I was waiting for you to return from the Medicine and Poison Hall.”
“Waiting for me to return from the Medicine and Poison Hall?”
A chill ran down her spine.
He knows I went there.
Of course, going to the hall for medicine was nothing unusual; the household expected it. Yet the old man’s tone was strange—no longer the careful, respectful manner he had always used with her.
It’s as if he already knew for certain that I went there.
Even in the dark she could sense that his eyes were different from usual.
“Yes. I know exactly what the Second Matriarch was doing with the Hall Master and Deputy Hall Master.”
“What I was doing with them? I was having medicine prepared, of course.”
“One does not need to strip naked and scream in ecstasy simply to prepare medicine.”
“What…?”
Shock froze her entire body.
How does this man… know about that?
The unexpected words from Dong-ssi Halabeom stopped her cold.
“The Second Matriarch of the Dang Family is sharing her body with those two gentlemen. I understand, of course… but if word of it ever spreads through the family, it would be rather inconvenient, would it not?”
“……”
This was open blackmail. He was threatening her with the ruin that would follow if he talked.
Aaaah, how did he find out? No—that isn’t the point. The point is that he is using it to threaten me.
When Jong Yak-hui fixed him with a terrifying glare, Dong-ssi Halabeom met her eyes without flinching.
An old servant who would never have dared look me in the eye before… is staring straight at me?
Proper etiquette demanded that a servant lower his gaze the moment a matriarch looked at him. Yet Dong-ssi Halabeom stared right into her eyes and smiled.
This was no longer the attitude of a servant addressing the Second Matriarch. It was the gaze and manner of a predator that had already chosen its prey.