The First Night with My Wife
“Ouch…!”
It had been several months since I last fucked Yeonju. My cock hadn’t felt more sensitive than before, and it definitely wasn’t the same as the first time I’d claimed her. Even back then it hadn’t hit me like this. Her pussy wrapped around my cock like it was breathing, writhing and clenching with every slow thrust.
Chuk-chuk… chuk-chuk…
Unlike with Ji-eun, I moved my hips slowly as I began to fuck Yeonju. I knew my cock was thick, but Yeonju—who had already swallowed a bigger one—took me to the root without the slightest hesitation.
It was me who was in agony. Every time I pulled out and slammed back in, the countless folds inside her pussy ground against my tip all the way to her womb. When I’d fucked Ji-eun I could go as rough and savage as I wanted, but even this slow, deliberate in-and-out motion with Yeonju was already making my balls ache.
Chuk chuk chuk…
Still, my hips picked up speed. Each time I withdrew and drove back in, the swollen head of my cock scraped her ridged walls and sent waves of pure ecstasy crashing through me.
“Nngh~ Oppa~ Haaah~ Hak~ More… more……”
In the throes of pleasure I watched Yeonju murmuring sweet words to some other man in her sleep. It should have hurt. Instead it only made my cock throb harder. I was cuckolding her, and yet every moan, every flutter of her lashes as she dreamed of being claimed by another, only fed the dark, throbbing hunger I’d never been able to quench with anyone else.
It wasn’t just her body. It was the secret, buried part of me that reveled in it. Even when she had fucked Minyong or some stranger, even when I’d watched her take thick cock after thick cock like a cheap whore, the jealousy and lust in my veins only burned hotter. I could swallow every filthy detail and feel my cock swell, because deep down I knew one truth: Yeonju had always been mine.
The moment I saw her mouth around a stranger’s cock, her throat bulging as she gagged and swallowed, or the way she let another man pound her until she cried, my cock only grew thicker in my fist. With Ji-eun it had been simple release—punch a hole and be done. With Yeonju it was worship, degradation, and a kind of twisted love I couldn’t stop.
Chuk-chuk~ slick-slick~ smack-smack~
“Huk~ Hak~ Hak~!”
My cock was slamming into her faster and faster. Her pussy was gushing more and more of her own juices. Every time I buried myself to the balls and slapped her thighs, the wet sounds grew louder. Her face twisted between pain and pleasure, creeping closer and closer to orgasm.
“Aak~ Aaak…! Aaaah~ Oppa… good… Aat… Ang! Ang!”
Was she really sleeping? The realism of it made me curious.
“Feels good?”
I spoke to her as she drifted in the haze of pleasure and pain.
“Hak~ Hak~! Ang~ A… ang! Ang~ Hak~!”
But Yeonju only kept up a steady stream of sleepy little whimpers. “…Oppa… ang~ Oppa… ang! Ang…”
Whoever she was calling, it didn’t matter. I was sure she was mine, and right now all that mattered was getting my cock branded deep inside her.
Smack-smack~ smack! smack-smack~ smack~ smack! smack! smack! smack!
I pounded her with everything I had. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, locked her thighs under my arms, and drove into her with all the force of a man trying to claim territory. The sight of my cock disappearing again and again into her tiny pussy was filthier than any hentai, and the way her soft belly jiggled, her tits bounced, and her moans grew louder and louder only drove me closer to madness.
I switched positions—lifting her hips, pounding her doggy-style, then rolling her onto her side. Her lack of consciousness was the only thing missing. I could have hated it. Instead I flipped her face-down, spread her ass, and fucked her like a runaway train.
Smack! Smack smack smack smack…
“Ugh…!”
“Aaaah! Oppa… oppa… oppa… ang~ ang~ ang~”
The last round I pulled her into my arms and went feral, rutting into her like a beast in heat. Even in her sleep Yeonju kept searching for an unknown “oppa,” and my name slipped out in the cutest, sweetest little moans with every thrust.
“Shit…!”
I came inside her without meaning to. I couldn’t stop myself. I kept pumping until I was spent, then finally let my hips slow. Ten minutes, maybe less. I had emptied every single drop of lust I’d carried from our first night together.
“Hak~ hak~ hak~”
Even after I collapsed, I was still gasping. Yeonju hadn’t woken up, but her breathing was already calming.
I carefully slid out of her, then pulled the covers over her naked body. Her chest rose and fell peacefully.
“Haah…”
A long, sweet sigh escaped her lips. Like she’d just shaken loose years of tension.
The mixture of my cum and her juices slid out of her pussy in thick white strands.
I grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned her thoroughly. Her pussy stayed open, leaking slowly, but I didn’t care. I closed her thighs, pulled her panties up, and tucked the blanket around her. I placed her head on my arm and held her tight.
Would she remember tonight? Or would she dream of some stranger and think it was real?
Either way, no regrets.
If she remembered, I would confess proudly. If she forgot, I would keep loving her exactly as I had. Either way, something had changed. I could feel it in my bones.
“Ugh…”
In her sleep she turned toward me. I pulled her closer to my chest. Her face—angelic even in dreams—rested against me.
Looking at that face, I knew I would love her through anything. Tomorrow, next year, every version of her that existed. Forever.
That night, for the first time, I held Yeonju in my arms and slept the deep, peaceful sleep of a man who had finally claimed his wife.
The next morning.
“Mmm…”
Sunlight hit my face. I opened my eyes to a sudden pang in my chest and looked down.
‘Shit… forgot.’
Yeonju had her mouth clamped around my nipple. I’d been so caught up in the moment I hadn’t noticed. Yeonju had a habit of sleeping drunk and chewing on whatever was handy…
‘Fuck… I’m crazy.’
No matter how good the sex felt, I’d let her bite me over and over and still forget? I carefully peeled her mouth off my nipple. The skin around it was already dark with teeth marks.
“Mmm~ chomp… chomp…”
She was muttering in her sleep and grinding her teeth. ‘Should I pinch her cheek hard?’ I thought, but I didn’t. Because this time the bite had meant something different.
The right side of my chest was a mottled mess of bruises. I’d need a whole month to heal.
I got out of bed, closed the curtains, and threw on an oversized shirt to cover the damage. Loose shorts, too. It was 6:30. I didn’t usually eat breakfast, but I thought of Yeonju’s hangover and started boiling bean sprouts and green onions in a big pot of fish cake soup.
The leftover fish cake and bean sprouts went into a quick stir-fry with gochugaru, sesame oil, and soy sauce.
Boil… boil…
The soup smelled incredible. I tasted it—perfectly seasoned and hot.
“Ugh… what is that smell?”
Hyejeong crawled out of Yeonju’s room, disheveled and grumpy.
“Whoa~ Smells amazing. Did you make this?”
She reached for the stir-fried fish cake with her unwashed hands.
Smack!
“Wash your hands first. Disgusting.”
“Tch, gross.”
I slapped her hand without mercy. She pouted, but it was no use.
“Yeonju still asleep?”
Smack!
“She’s still out. Wash up and eat. You smell like shit.”
The moment she tried to reach for more, I smacked her hand again and pointed to the bathroom.
“Ei… seriously! Am I a germ? I’m not eating this disgusting shit!”
“Don’t eat it, you brat. I didn’t make it for you.”
Hyejeong finally disappeared into the bathroom. I ladled the soup, plated the stir-fry, and set the table.
By the time I was done, Yeonju shuffled out wearing only a thin blanket.
“You’re awake? How’s your head? Better?”
“Head hurts… dizzy and throbbing~ Hing.”
“You were told to drink lightly! Don’t drink like this every day, you’ll wreck your stomach! Want holes in your gut? Want to become an alcoholic? Keep going and you won’t even know you’re drinking! What the hell are you doing! How am I supposed to look at my mom if you keep this up? I worry about you more than you worry about me! What are you going to be when you grow up!”
“I’m sorry… I won’t do it again. Just this one time~ please?”
I found myself shouting without realizing. I wasn’t even mad—just tired of the same old lecture. Still, letting it all out felt good.
“Nom nom~ This is actually good.”
She always said that… after I scolded her she only heard half and threw the other half out the window.
“Try the bean sprouts too.”
Yeonju took the fish cake in her mouth and chewed. Then she grabbed a handful of bean sprouts.
“Nom~ Tastes good.”
“Yeah? Glad you like it. Wash up, get dressed, and eat.”
“Yeah~”
She stumbled back into her room.
“Fucking bitch…”
I turned to see Hyejeong already back, glaring at me. She must have watched Yeonju eating the fish cake and bean sprouts with her bare hands.
…What could I even say?