My Wife Became Public Spank Material

The pale blue glow of the tablet screen washed faintly across the darkened hospital room.

Pain from his injuries made even moving his fingers a struggle, but he forced them onto the glass and dragged them across. Park Minjun kept scrolling in tiny increments, searching the internet. The photos had no end. Jia, stripped down to almost nothing, captured from every angle, at every magnification.

Those breasts, well beyond an H-cup, hung heavy beneath scraps of torn cloth and swayed with a thick, liquid weight. From her cinched waist the line flared out across a wide-spread pelvis and into the plump, jutting swell of her ass. Thick, yielding thighs gleamed, slick with sweat. Even the curve of her back as she gripped a spear in one hand and hauled a cart behind her — every last inch of Jia's intoxicating figure had been laid bare before the eyes of countless strangers.

The comments section was even worse. Thousands upon thousands of remarks tore Jia's body apart piece by piece, as if they were disassembling her in public.

Public Good.

The word drove itself into Minjun's mind like a spike.

His wife's body was no longer his alone. It was being treated as something anyone could look at, anyone could lust after. Through the internet, Jia's near-naked form had already been shared, consumed, and toyed with by countless men.

Minjun's face stayed frozen. He didn't even dare breathe loudly. Inside, though, he was coming apart.

Shock ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rolled through his mind in waves. Humiliation bored down into the marrow of his bones.

While he had been unconscious, Jia had dragged him through the city streets in next to nothing — and that scene had now become erotic content the entire country could watch.

The humiliation ran so deep it left his whole body tingling in a strange, electric way.

And yet, even as that fierce shame burned through him, Minjun felt something else stirring below.

Blood pooled in his lower belly. His cock was swelling — slowly, but unmistakably.

...What the hell is this.

Minjun panicked. His mind was crushed under shock and shame, but his body was answering to the naked photos of his wife and the lust-soaked comments men had left beneath them. He felt the blanket lift, just slightly, and clenched his teeth.

A warped feeling — humiliation tangled with arousal — stabbed through his chest. He wanted to put the tablet down, but his fingers wouldn't obey. Every swipe brought more explicit ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠photos, more filthy comments.

That was when it happened.

The hospital room door opened quietly. Minjun had no time to react. Even if he had, his body wouldn't have moved properly enough to do anything about it.

"Park Minjun? Time for rounds."

A nurse stepped in and drew the curtain aside. She was young, and pretty enough. Nowhere near Jia's level, but the figure under that white uniform wasn't bad. Checking the chart as she approached, her eyes drifted to the tablet in Minjun's hand.

Jia's naked photos were still up on the screen. Close-ups of those bursting breasts and that ass, and beneath them, a flood of sexual comments.

The nurse's eyes went wide.

"...Sir?!"

She startled and took a step back. The screen was packed with explicit shots of a naked woman — a voluptuous, meaty body filling every pixel. It never occurred to her that the woman on Minjun's tablet was his wife. Jia.

She simply assumed patient Park Minjun was sneaking a look at hardcore porn in his hospital room. Shame flushed her face a deep, burning red.

"You can't do that in a hospital room!"

Her voice was short, but it cut through the quiet. Minjun tried to kill the screen, but it was already too late. She had seen the photos. There was no question.

"Ah, this is... I..."

He tried to explain, but the words wouldn't come. He moved too late, and his hands wouldn't work well enough to even turn the tablet off.

Telling her they were Jia's photos would only make things worse. He didn't want to explain to a nurse that his wife's naked body had gone viral.

The nurse frowned and glared at him.

"How can you look at that kind of thing in a recovery room? There are other patients here..."

"Y-yes..."

Minjun just hung his head and answered. His mouth had gone dry. He had nothing to say in his defense. He'd been misunderstood, but he had no way to clear it up — and no desire to.

The nurse sighed and checked the chart again. She assessed his condition, inspected the IV and the monitors, then spoke coldly.

"Be more careful from now on. Save that for when you're discharged. Do it at home."

She delivered the warning sharply, her eyes sweeping over him with a quiet contempt.

His lower body was still swollen. The humiliating erection under the blanket refused to go down. He couldn't even move, so he had no way to hide the tent in the thin hospital sheet.

"Nngh..."

On top of that, the painkillers were wearing off. The burns covering his body and the trauma to his internal organs came back in sharp, vicious waves. Every time the nurse so much as brushed him during her check, she felt him wince.

"...Does it hurt? The painkillers have worn off. I'll give you another dose."

She still seemed disgusted with him, but she did her job. She prepared a syringe of painkiller and pushed it into the IV line. A cold liquid slid into his veins.

The drug spread through his bloodstream with a dull, heavy ache, and as it took hold, the pain began to blunt, little by little.

After administering the painkiller, the nurse left, pulling the door shut behind her. Minjun felt his mind start to fog.

After she left, the door hadn't quite latched. It hung slightly open. From the hallway, the nurses' whispering drifted in.

"...Oh my god. He was looking at porn in that condition?"

"Is he insane? The man almost died of burns and he..."

"I was doing rounds and there were naked photos up on his tablet. I was genuinely speechless."

"His dick was standing at full attention too. Looked like he was getting off like crazy. Ugh. Disgusting."

"Unbelievable. Husband's in that state — I wonder if the wife's okay..."

"I heard the wife's actually gorgeous, a famous hunter, and then the husband's like that."

"So fucking incompetent, and a pervert on top of it... Who'd want to be married to something like that?"

Backtalk among the nurses. Naked ridicule, sliding down the hallway and into the room.

Minjun closed his eyes.

Self-loathing washed over him like water. His wife's body being consumed like a public good. Himself, looking at those photos in a hospital room. The nurse's misunderstanding. The whispering in the hall. All of it crushed down on him.

He hadn't done anything wrong. Not a single thing. And yet he felt as if he'd been reduced to something less than ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠human — a pervert.

The painkillers were slowly sinking through his whole body. The physical pain receded, but his mind stayed murky. Still hard, eyes closed, Minjun slipped across the edge of consciousness.

...At some point, he was standing on a street he didn't recognize.

An alley flashing with neon. The passage was narrow, littered with every kind of trash. The air was damp and stale. Somewhere, low moans mixed with the rough laughter of men. Minjun moved forward without thinking.

A shop sign caught his eye. It glowed with a strange, too-bright light.

Drawn by something he couldn't name, Minjun approached the shop. The door slid open on its own, revealing the interior. Shelves packed tight. Fluorescent light falling cold across ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the space.

The inside of the shop was strangely dark. Minjun wandered. All around him, DVD cases printed with the naked bodies of countless women — faces and figures he couldn't quite make out.

Wandering the shop, Minjun stopped.

He froze in horror at the grotesque title plastered across the wall. An entire corner, filling a whole wall, was nothing but Jia.

The DVD covers lining the shelves pulled his eyes all at once. Every single one was vulgar, explicit, using Jia's actual face and naked body.

All of it was so perverted, so hardcore, it was horrifying.

But everywhere his eyes went along the shelves, there was Jia. Jia's face. Jia's body. Jia's moans, packaged and sold as product.

Minjun felt his hands tremble. Those naked photos that had been on the news were being consumed here in an even more degraded form.

A large screen was mounted above the corner. It flickered, then a video began to play.

It was Jia.

The camera was tight on her face. Sweat-soaked hair stuck to her forehead. Her lips were parted, panting. Off-screen, the rough breathing of men and the slap of flesh against flesh rang out without pause.

Jia's voice poured clearly from the speakers. There was no trace of her usual cold, aloof way of speaking. Her face was twisted as if in pain, and only those pitiful moans filled the space.

Then the shot changed. Jia was surrounded by four men at once, limbs spread, being shaken. Those H-cup breasts bounced violently. Her narrow waist was gripped in men's hands, forced to move.

And the camera deliberately closed in on where she was joined. A cock slamming violently into Jia, shown without any shame.

Minjun couldn't breathe. His feet wouldn't move. On the screen, Jia kept moaning, and the men kept violating her without pause.

At some point, other men had filled the shop, staring blankly at the screen alongside him.

"Han Jia, that bitch. She's finally become a porn actress!"

"A slut with a body that perverted is better off hunting men's cocks than hunting monsters!"

"That's right! Letting just one husband use a body like that is a waste! Every man should get to use her however he wants!"

As if Jia's body had already become a public good — a product anyone could watch and buy, as long as they paid.

Minjun's gaze went back to the shelves. On the cover of Hunter Wife's AV Debut, Jia was looking toward the camera, lips slightly parted, smiling. A lewd little smile Minjun almost never saw from her. Those eyes felt as if they were staring straight at him.

His heart hammered, pounding hard. Humiliation, rage, and an excitement he couldn't explain all crashed over him at once. Dream and reality had gone blurry, and Minjun couldn't take a single step from where he stood.

On the screen, Jia's moan rose again.

That single line sliced past Minjun's ear, sharp as a blade.