Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Invasion (3)
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Her husband flung open the closet door at breakneck speed.
Lee Sin-a stared at the hopeless scene and approached him.
She grabbed his arm as he roughly yanked the door open and screamed.
“What the hell are you doing! Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”
“...”
Her husband turned to look at Lee Sin-a.
Despair filled his eyes.
“I can tell what you’re thinking just by looking at your face! But right now, your face is...!”
He took a moment to catch his breath, then continued.
“You’re lying right now. Aren’t you?”
“...”
Lee Sin-a was at a loss for words.
Her heart sank.
Her husband suspected her, and Mr. Choi was hiding right there.
She had to come up with some clever ploy.
“... Yeah. That’s it... You really have to see it for yourself, huh...”
Lee Sin-a decided to strike first.
With her husband randomly ripping open closets, her only option was to throw out her cards and divert his attention.
-Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Lee Sin-a strode quickly to the leftmost closet.
She opened the one with her clothes and pulled out a pile of lewd outfits hidden in her travel backpack, dumping them in front of her husband.
-Rustle.
“This is what you were so desperate to find. Happy now?”
Her husband stared at the clothes scattered on the floor, his face a mask of shock.
Among them was a dildo modeled after Mr. Choi’s cock size.
“You...!”
Jeong Hyun-jae dropped to his knees and examined each item Lee Sin-a had thrown.
He let out a deep sigh as he took in the obscenely lewd toys and scraps of fabric that barely qualified as clothes.
“You’re the mother of my kids...! How can a mom wear stuff like this!”
“Does being a mom mean I’m not a woman anymore? Am I just some machine that takes care of the kids?”
“You...”
She turned her head away, her eyes brimming with frustrated tears.
Jeong Hyun-jae felt confused as he looked back at the vulgar clothes.
Her Nutube cosplay outfits had a naughty vibe, but this was on another level.
These didn’t cover any important parts—they were designed purely for fucking.
-Swish.
And the dildo in his hand.
This grotesque monster, modeled after something incomparably huge to his own.
How long had his wife been using it?
“Do you even know how long it’s been since we’ve done it?”
That was when it hit him.
Jeong Hyun-jae’s eyes flew wide at her words.
He looked up at her, and she gave a wistful smile before continuing.
“You don’t even remember the last time we had sex, do you?”
Her husband bowed his head.
He’d thought they were both getting older, so neither felt those urges anymore.
Or maybe that was just his self-justification.
Maybe he’d rationalized his own failing dick by assuming she didn’t want it either.
“I’m a woman too. A woman. But you haven’t held me in years. Do you have any idea how pathetic that makes me feel?”
The husband who made his wife feel pathetic.
Jeong Hyun-jae felt his chest tear apart with pain.
Had all her warm words and actions been lies she hid for his sake?
Had she been soothing her aching loneliness every night with this monstrous dildo?
“I didn’t know. I had no idea...”
Muttering those words, Jeong Hyun-jae covered his face with both hands.
Lee Sin-a let out a sigh of relief as she watched him.
Her desperate gambit with the clothes and excuses had worked.
“Honey.”
Lee Sin-a approached her dejected husband.
She knelt to meet his eyes, then gently lifted his face.
Lee Sin-a gazed into his eyes.
“... Do you love me?”
In that moment, her question was sincere.
The emotional volcano from this incident had erupted, making her want to bare her true feelings to her husband.
She wanted to hear how he felt about her betrayal.
“I love you. More than anything in this world.”
Her husband looked straight into Lee Sin-a’s eyes and answered with conviction.
Tears welled up in her eyes at his response.
She replied.
“Then hold me.”
With those words, Lee Sin-a slipped off her dress.
She bared the body she’d sculpted through strict diet and exercise, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Then she whispered in his ear.
“Please... hold on to me.”
Lee Sin-a’s sobbing voice echoed through the silent room.
She trembled, recalling the intense sex scene between her husband and Lee Ha-young.
That image still haunted her as a massive trauma.
But if he held her with the same ferocity he’d shown Lee Ha-young, she could still forgive him.
Beyond that, she wanted to confess her own sins, acknowledge each other’s faults, and start fresh.
She whispered in his ear once more.
“Hold me... hold me like you’ll break me. Please.”
Lee Sin-a’s mind had been twisted by Mr. Choi’s influence.
Now, she could only feel the depth of love through intense sex.
Having lost faith in love due to her husband’s affair, she sought reassurance in something direct and visceral: brutal fucking.
That’s why she craved her husband’s intense sex more than anything—more than anyone.
She wanted him to crush her in his arms and prove his love anew.
“... Si, Sin-a...”
The beautiful days of their youth.
Back then, he’d called her by her name.
Lee Sin-a felt a thrill as he said it again, gazing into his eyes.
And then—
“Mm-hmm!”
She crushed her lips against his.
Her mind rewound to five, ten, fifteen, twenty years ago—to the days when she’d abandoned everything for him.
Lee Sin-a loved Jeong Hyun-jae.
More than anything in this world.
She’d forsaken her chaebol background, endured the pointing fingers calling her foolish, and proven her happiness with him.
“Mmm... mmmph... mm-hmm...”
Lee Sin-a forgot Mr. Choi was hiding there.
No matter how skilled his sex was, it couldn’t tarnish the young Jeong Hyun-jae in her heart.
He was everything to her.
“Oppa... oppa...”
Lee Sin-a wanted it back.
The days when he called her “Sin-a” and she called him “oppa.”
She yearned to reclaim those thrilling, innocent memories.
And she believed they could recreate it.
By admitting each other’s sins and atoning for life, they could start over.
“...”
But her husband’s response was lukewarm.
No fierce tongue, no tight embrace.
Lee Sin-a opened her eyes.
“...”
There was her husband’s guilt-ridden face.
Staring desperately at his limp crotch.
“Hic... sob... hic...”
Tears suddenly welled up.
Jeong Hyun-jae pulled the sniffling Lee Sin-a into his arms.
He cried out.
“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I want to try too...!”
“You don’t love me anymore... do you?”
“No! Why wouldn’t I love you! I...!”
“Then why...?”
She barely swallowed the words, You fucked her like that.
“Sin-a...! I’m sorry for not realizing all this time. For not knowing how lonely you were... how I...”
Her husband kept apologizing as he held her.
But Lee Sin-a’s ears were deaf to his words now.
Having given up, she gently pushed him away and forced a wistful smile.
“Got it. We’ll talk later.”
“Huh?”
“I need to get ready. You have to go to work.”
“... True, but...”
“I’m fine. I’ve calmed down. You should head to the office.”
“... Okay. Sorry about earlier. Have fun on the trip with your friends.”
“Yeah.”
Her husband stood, head bowed.
He lingered, pacing nearby as if reluctant, but eventually opened the door and left.
The room, swept by an emotional storm, fell silent.
-Bang!
Then the bathroom door attached to the master bedroom flew open, white smoke billowing out.
It was the cigarette smoke Mr. Choi had lit in there.
“I was worried. Thought you might go back to him, Sin-a.”
Mr. Choi emerged naked from the bathroom.
Lee Sin-a looked up at his body.
Her gaze locked onto his towering erection.
“But looks like your husband doesn’t crave you like I do.”
His cock stood like a massive tree trunk.
Lee Sin-a stared at it with unfocused eyes.
Dried tear tracks streaked her face.
The last tears she’d shed hoping to win him back had evaporated.
-Step. Step. Step.
Mr. Choi sauntered leisurely.
His destination: the marital bed beneath their beaming wedding photo.
He lay down and stared at Lee Sin-a.
Her pupils still chased his massive erection.
“I’ll give you what you’re thirsting for, Sin-a. Come here.”
Lee Sin-a’s throat quivered.
Her lips twisted into a bizarre grin, and she slowly rose.
Like she was hypnotized, she approached Mr. Choi.
-Drip... drip... drip.
With every step, her love juices dripped.
She’d given her husband—herself—one last chance, clinging desperately, but he’d kicked it away.
Now she had only one option left.
-Slide...
Lee Sin-a came right up to him.
Before climbing onto the bed, she stared at his savagely throbbing monster.
“Sin-a. Hurry up—.”
How badly did it want her, pulsing like that?
Lee Sin-a climbed onto the bed.
She slid smoothly onto Mr. Choi’s stomach, reached back with one hand, and gripped his monster.
“...!”
Throb, throb.
The searing heat in her hand.
Lee Sin-a aimed it at her pussy.
And shoved it deep inside.
“Hnnngh!♥”
Her back arched like a shrimp.
But only for a moment—her upper body collapsed into Mr. Choi’s arms.
Mr. Choi smirked lewdly as he held the fallen Lee Sin-a.
***
At the same time.
Jeong Hyun-jae sat on the toilet in the bathroom, clutching his head.
He was drowning in deep self-loathing for leaving his wife so lonely.
Damn it. Why! Why can’t I!
He’d disapproved of his wife’s changes.
He’d ignored her videos and Instagram pics, dismissing them as a phase, blind to her desires.
She was still just a woman craving to be one.
Ugh...
But his cock wouldn’t stir.
Not even for his still-alluring wife.
Why?
She’s been jerking off every night with that massive monster...
Suddenly, that grotesque sex toy flashed in his mind.
He was shocked she even used toys, but its size hit harder.
Did she fantasize about a cock that huge?
Another man’s cock?
-Sting.
Imagining it burned his chest.
The wife he thought was his alone—thinking she might take another man’s cock crushed him.
-Twitch.
And yet, his previously lifeless dick began to react.
Jeong Hyun-jae made the fantasy more vivid.
“Mmm...♥ Just watch from there, honey...♥”
On the bed. His wife in slutty clothes exposing everything.
A stranger embracing her.
Jeong Hyun-jae’s cock swelled.
“You’re done for now♥ Cling to that pathetic limp dick and jerk off...♥”
An absurd scene.
His wife in trashy clothes, spewing filth, mounting another man’s cock.
Her hips started moving, real sex beginning.
“Ahhng♥ Ohng! Hnng! Ngh! Hnng! Mmmng♥”
Moans filling the room.
Fierce mating with a strange man.
Rage burning in his chest.
“Haa... haa... Lee Sin-a... Sin-a...”
Jeong Hyun-jae clutched his chest, calling his wife’s name.
And felt his cock throbbing, fully erect.
He stared at it—towering after years—in confusion.
Wha, why...?
His dick rock-hard from this depraved cuckold fantasy.
But Jeong Hyun-jae didn’t want to waste it.
He wanted to unleash his manhood after years.
He gripped his cock and started stroking.
“Haa... haa... haa...”
He delved deeper into the vision.
His wife and the stranger entangled sloppily.
Right now, she was clinging to him like a frog, begging for cum.
“Ohng! Ahng! Give iiiit! Master’s hot cum! Fill me up!”
His wife rolling her eyes, spewing trash talk.
Then the man’s cock twitched, spewing semen.
Jeong Hyun-jae etched the despair into his mind and came after years.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
Semen pouring from his pathetic dick.
Jeong Hyun-jae savored the afterglow, staring silently at the cum on his hand.
Then he grabbed his smartphone, watched his wife’s videos and pics, and scrolled through comments from other men toying with her.
Like magic, his cock swelled again.