Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Honey, I'm Sorry
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Honey... I'm sorry.
Orgasm... wouldn't come.
No, to be more precise, orgasm was being denied.
I wanted to squirt it all out deep inside her pussy right then and there, but my husband knew my body too well after ten years together.
He could read with his fingertips exactly when Sora would twitch and cum, sensing the rhythm perfectly.
"Guh...! P-Please... just this once...!♥"
Even clenching her thighs desperately did nothing.
In that instant, the fingers that had been delving inside slipped out smoothly.
A wet schlurp—her vaginal walls sucked at them like a vacuum, only to grasp at empty air in futile frustration.
It was as if her climax had been strangled at the brink; Sora's entire body convulsed and shuddered violently.
And right away—smack!
"Nnghooooh...!♥ Kkhiiiik...!♥"
A palm like a blazing fireball struck her ass cheek, already covered in overlapping handprints.
A fresh, vivid red mark overlaid the layered imprints, the flesh quivering as pussy juice spurted out with a squish.
"...And your thanks?"
The cold words cut through the air.
"Y-Yes, yeees...! Th-Thank you for stopping your wife's selfish pussy from cumming on its own again...! Thank you for turning me into a body that can't even cum without her husband...!♥"
Sora wailed, her face a mess of tears and snot.
Even her thanks came out mixed with screams and moans, sounding like the cry of a beast.
This was already the fifth edging.
Her thighs trembled like they had cramps, her lower belly spasming from tension.
Her pussy entrance, denied release, could only drip a few pathetic drops that pattered onto the floor.
Those drops formed a sticky puddle, and her splayed legs shook slippery atop it.
Her face was already on the verge of ruin.
Her eyes were unfocused and glazed, snot and tears streaming down to soak her chin.
Her lips quivered between sobs and moans, repeating thanks and pleas for permission.
'I... I wanna cum...! Please... if only you'd allow it, honey... I could let it all out right now...! I wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cuuuuum...♥'
But just as the urge to climax began to subside a little, those fingers crept insistently back into her pussy.
Each time they withdrew and plunged in, wet sounds—schlurp, squelch, slick—echoed through the room, her vaginal walls clinging madly to her master's fingers, refusing to let go.
And those touches grew ever more skilled, zeroing in on only the spots that felt best, like a game leveling up.
They grazed nerves so deep inside her pussy that her whole body jolted each time, hitting them dead-on.
The more it went on, the more Sora despaired.
'At this rate... I'll die without cumming... As long as he deliberately stops me, my orgasms will never be allowed...♥'
Deep down, she instinctively knew that today, no climax would be permitted.
Because she'd cum so humiliatingly at another man's touch, her husband would repeat this edging endlessly to discipline her thoroughly.
That was his "love," and that was her "punishment."
"Gkh...! I-I'm about to cum...! Please give permission, honey...♥"
"No."
"Kkhiiiit...! Hiiit...♥♥"
Again.
As the fingers pulled out, her splayed legs shook up and down on their own, and the pent-up pussy juice leaked out in streams down her thighs.
Sora gasped for breath, tears pouring from her eyes.
Edged right at the brink again.
The hollow thrill of those withdrawing fingers spread deep into her core, dripping more juice onto the floor.
"Guuuuh...! Hwaaaaaah...♥"
She sobbed from her tear-streaked face, but ultimately, she realized it herself.
This was all her fault.
As a magical girl, she could never have a normal life to begin with.
Which made it all the more vital to protect the one man she'd chosen herself amid that obligatory existence—and she'd betrayed that.
'I... betrayed Taegon's heart. So this discipline is only right...♥'
That guilt tightened around her ankles even more.
She ached to release her hands from behind her head, spread her legs wide, and make herself cum.
But that would shatter even her final promise to her husband.
In the end, Sora accepted the humiliation with choked sobs.
Swallowing every word of "You did wrong, so you have no choice" from her husband as absolute truth.
And once more, she spat out her groveling thanks.
"Th-Thank youuu...♥ For blocking my climax again...! For personally disciplining me...! Thank youuuu...♥♥"
But then.
Pat, pat.
"There, there. Even though you're already so exhausted you're pissing yourself, you keep your hands behind your head and endure to the end. Good girl, my Sora."
"Ah...!"
Sora's eyes widened in shock.
She'd braced for those devilish fingers to drag her to the edge again and deny her mercilessly...
Instead, a gentle hand suddenly stroked her head.
In that moment, she became aware of her own pathetic state.
Her pussy had lost the strength to clench, leaking not just juice but spurts of yellow piss—drip, drip.
Her inner thighs were slick and soaked, the floor a puddle of clear nectar mixed with yellow leaks.
Drip, spurt, trickle—piss and pussy juice leaking together, running down to her ankles. It was so vulgar it burned her ears.
But.
Her face flushed with shame, yet what hit first was a strange surge of emotion.
'I endured the discipline even while pissing myself like this... So Taegon's finally forgiving me...!'
As proof, his hand caressed her head.
That one warm touch resonated deeper in her womb than all the edging madness so far.
And so.
"H-Honey...! I'm about to cum...! Please, allow it...♥"
To Sora, trembling desperately and begging with her whole body.
"Alright. Cum."
With those simple words of permission.
Spiiiish—!!
"Nnghoooohk...♥♥?!"
All the backed-up pussy juice burst out at once.
The nectar running down her thighs mixed with piss, soaking the floor, as her splayed legs quivered and collapsed atop it.
Her body arched like a bow, hands still clasped behind her head shaking, lips spewing a mix of incoherent screams and gratitude.
"H-Honeeey...♥ Thank youuu...♥ For allowing it... Thank youuuu...♥♥"
Sora sprawled on the floor, unleashing tears, snot, sweat, piss, and juice all at once.
This climax wasn't mere orgasm—it was the explosion of submission and forgiveness after long, grueling discipline.
Regrettably, my left hand didn't reach the level of my right during this edging discipline session.
The thrusting angle was clumsy, the speed awkward.
But who cares?
I'd achieved my first-ever legal wife-training milestone.
And seeing Sora wail without even being granted orgasm permission, vomiting out thanks amid the agony.
She wasn't "wife" anymore—she was a bitch tamed before me.
The moment I saw that, my cock in my pants went beyond erection, soaking my underwear with precum.
Drip, drip—the pooled precum spread up to my belly.
And finally, just from the head pat, she'd felt orgasm and begged for release, her trembling eyes and whimpers...
I couldn't hold back anymore.
I scooped up my wife—who'd collapsed in a spray of piss and pussy juice—like a princess, carrying her to the bed.
The room reeked thickly of fluids and climax.
"You've taken enough punishment now. Time for your reward."
I muttered that like a declaration, then thrust my earnest mating press into her still-hot, freshly orgasmed pussy.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Each plunge of my cock made sticky fluids squirt out with a splash, wetting my thighs.
That hot, viscous sensation made my hips speed up on their own.
"Nngiiit?! I-I'm cumming...! Cumming agaaaain...♥"
"Yeah, cum! Go insane on my cock!"
I focused solely on pounding my hips.
Her pussy walls, tight as if tearing, clenched my dick relentlessly, pulsing without cease.
Each time, Sora's thighs quivered as she gushed pussy juice.
Thud, thud, thud—!
The harder I thrust, the more vulgar her moans became.
"Hiiit...♥ N-Nooo...! Cumming again...♥ Your cock's too deeeep, honey...♥♥"
Her sopping pussy swallowed me whole, and I shoved in even rougher.
This wasn't discipline anymore—it was violent mating in the name of reward.
...Until dawn broke like that. I must've creampied her ten times inside.
By the time my historic erection finally wilted, Sora was already half-unconscious, tongue lolling in an ahegao face as she slept.
She'd shuddered from the aftershocks until her energy gave out and she passed out.
I felt a swell of pride knowing I'd ravaged my wife to the end.
But to avoid any awkwardness when she woke, I fetched a wet towel.
'A man doesn't leave the woman he fucked covered in filth to sleep.'
I meticulously wiped her inner thighs, soaked breasts, lips, and even tongue.
I cleaned up the living room floor too—all the scattered nectar, piss, and leaking cum, by myself.
No matter how much I wiped, the smell and stickiness lingered.
If anything, those traces filled the room, proof of how intense our mating had been.
Only after tidying everything did I carefully lie down beside Sora.
Next to my soundly sleeping wife, I gazed at the juices and cum still leaking from between her freshly washed thighs—and a laugh slipped out unbidden.
'Fucked this hard, and she sleeps so cutely... That's cheating.'
But the smile didn't last.
"...You've been punished enough, wife."
I murmured, brushing her sleeping cheek.
"Now, time to punish the bitch who made you like this."
Our destination the next day was already set.
The culprit who'd disguised an "accident" right before Sora's finisher exploded—severing the heartlight mana and triggering the blast.
Silver Serenity.
In our room, still thick with the sweet scent of post-mating fluids, I savored her name.
This time, unlike on the bed, there'd be no forgiveness.