Chapter 44
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: You Really Want to Die?
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Do you really want to die?
Isn't sex just about sticking your dick in a pussy?
Of course... physically speaking, yeah, that's right.
Shove your cock in, grind it around inside the pussy until you're ready to blow, then unload a thick spurt of cum. Boom, that's sex.
On a technical level, rape counts as sex. One-night stands count as sex. As long as there's a dickhead involved, you could call it all sex.
But fuck, does that mean sex between husband and wife is on the same level as some cheap dick-fuck?
What I'm doing right now—holding Sora close and showing her off—isn't just a record of thrusting my dick in and out. It's about love plus a goddamn lewd ritual.
And this bitch has the nerve to say?
"As long as it's pussy and dick, all sex is the same?"
That sounds like nothing more than, "No matter how you two swing your hips, I could do the same sex with just a dick."
It was blatant provocation.
She was insulting our bed, our private sex, our love—equating it all to cheap dick-fuckery.
Kurokawa Ren.
You fucking pussy bitch.
Screw stealth and all that bullshit—if I were alone, I'd have charged in right then, twisted her nipple off, and wrecked her whole family honor with my cock.
The crime of insulting the sex between Sora and me.
That alone warranted ripping her head off.
Rage surged up inside me, my whole body tensing like my muscles were about to burst.
That's when it happened.
"Ren. That's too rude."
"?!"
"H-Honey?"
Before I could even open my mouth, Sora—the one I'd been clutching, shyly hiding her breast with—spoke up first.
Her voice was firm, but laced with a tremble.
"Of course you're right. Sex is just uniting male and female genitals. But it came off like anyone could substitute for a couple's 'duty' just by rubbing those parts together. That's not merely about lust. It's an insult to us under the name of husband and wife."
Sora's voice wasn't her usual gentleness—it had sunk to an icy chill.
"I-I didn't mean it like that...!"
"I know. You haven't shared those feelings with a man yet, and you're not married. But remember this, Ren. Sex isn't something you mimic lightly or brush off casually."
I bit my lip.
I was stunned.
The fury boiling inside me cooled in an instant. In over ten years together, I'd never seen this 'anger' on my wife's face—not even once.
Even during our newlywed days, our fights, or when she cried, Sora always kept her warm smile.
But now, her face was different.
The intimidating presence of the senior Magical Girl, freezing her opponent with a single glance.
In that chilling arrogance, I truly felt anew that the woman I loved was really Pink Lumina.
Her words carried weight, making the air in the room heavy.
The smug smile that Ren had been flashing at me moments ago slowly faded from her lips.
A thin shadow fell over her pale face.
Serves the bitch right.
A twisted laugh squirmed in my chest like I was chewing it down.
At the same time, I felt strangely aroused.
Truth be told, even when fucking Sora, sure, there was some lofty love bullshit, but my top priority was always swinging my hips, slamming my dick in, and getting lost in the pleasure of blowing my load.
But now, Sora had packaged it as 'something deep that a couple does for profound reasons.'
With a wife who believed that, why the hell would I shatter the illusion?
I said nothing, just slowly nodded.
On the surface, like I deeply agreed with my wife.
In reality, my dick was already throbbing hard inside.
"Ren, what you said paints my husband as nothing more than a monkey crazed with lust, swinging his hips."
"S-Sorry, Senior...!"
"Watch your words from now on."
A short, firm reprimand.
Ren ended up bowing her head, unable to say a word.
That defeated look... fuck, it was delicious.
'Fucking bitch who was teasing with her stiff nipples, but in front of my wife, she shrinks without a peep.'
I chewed on that inwardly, savoring Ren's crumpled face like a booze snack.
The mood was already fucked anyway.
So instead of sushi, I filled my mouth with the sweet taste of the bitch's crushed expression.
It was goddamn savory.
After that, Ren never approached us first.
Until we finished eating, stood up, and left the house, she only offered polite bows.
...Yeah, that would be a peaceful ending.
Husband and wife go home on good terms, bitch left alone fuming.
But a slut who flashed her nipples and subtly spread her legs for a married man didn't deserve that luxury.
By the time we got home, it was late evening.
As I set Sora down at the entrance, I pretended to be startled.
"Ah, damn! I think I left my phone at Ren's place."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yeah. Be right back."
Sora's eyes widened with worry.
"But it's so late already..."
Hey now, what kind of wife questions her husband's words?
I answered with action, not words.
I grabbed her face and crushed my lips against hers.
"Mmph—!"
Caught off-guard by the deep kiss, Sora flailed and gasped for breath.
As my tongue stirred, thick saliva tangled like threads and dripped in her mouth.
The sight made a lewd slurp echo, as if defiling the dinner table we'd just left.
Sora couldn't even retort properly, just panted.
I pulled back, stroking her hair tenderly while groping her pussy below, whispering slyly.
"Don't worry. I'll be quick. Go inside, wash up, and wait. Tonight, I'll stuff your pussy fuller than sushi—way more satisfying."
Leaving her ears flushed red, I turned and walked away.
Streetlights flickered sparsely on the night road. I got in the car and headed to Ren's mansion.
At first, it was nothing unusual.
Music from the radio, steadily blinking traffic lights.
But soon, an odd feeling crawled up my neck.
"...It's quiet."
Current time: nine at night.
On a weekday evening, fewer cars made sense.
But this wasn't just quiet.
The road was eerily still, like the world had frozen.
Not even a taxi light in sight.
No late-returning salarymen at crosswalks, no students with convenience store bags.
Not even a stray cat on the sidewalk.
Completely empty.
The engine roar felt unnaturally loud in the bizarre silence.
Streetlight glows slipped past my car, one by one, like fleeing phantoms.
Cold sweat soaked my back.
Then, at the traffic light, I stopped.
Red light. Car halted, and for a moment, the world held its breath.
That's when.
"Hello, Taegon."
The voice was crystal clear.
I instinctively looked up.
In the middle of the road.
There stood Kurokawa Ren.
More precisely, Silver Serenity in her Magical Girl form.
Her white kimono layered with silver costume gleamed under the moonlight.
Snowflake patterns fluttered on her hems, a silver sword at her waist.
Her hair drifted lazily without a breeze.
My grip tightened on the wheel, a jolt like electricity shooting through my hands.
...This is fucking bullshit.
I ate some normal sushi and came back, now she's ghosting me in the middle of the road?
"Would you step out and hear me out for a moment?"
Hear you out, my ass.
That's something you say to a random passerby.
Not to a fully geared Magical Girl with her hand on her sword hilt.
No matter the smile, to me it screamed, "Don't listen, and I'll slice this car in half and drag you out right now."
Fucking bitch.
But at the same time, it could be my chance.
She's showing herself like this without attacking—means she has some 'purpose' for me.
"...Sure. Let's do that."
As I replied slowly, Ren's eyes curved up slightly.
"Oh?"
I laughed inwardly, swallowing it down.
If she really knew my identity, that bitch wouldn't be smiling—she'd have drawn her sword already.
But she's starting with talk, so she wants something specific from me.
Chance to dig it out. Thinking that, I got out casually, feigning nonchalance.
Loosening up, playing the plain 'civilian husband.'
That was the moment.
Slurp—!
"?!"
What touched my lips wasn't my lovely Sora's soft ones, but Kurokawa Ren's cherry-like lips.
A piercing lemon scent—perfume or makeup?—hit my nose, sickeningly strong.
Her tongue slithered in, trying to pry into my mouth, flipping my stomach.
Not Sora's pussy scent that marinated my mouth every night, but this fucking bitch's tongue invading.
Instantly, nausea surged from deep in my throat.
I forced a swallow, playing the part.
Weak husband cosplay, defenseless act—that's how I'd pry info from the bitch.
But.
Smack!
Instinct shattered the act.
My palm shot out like lightning, slapping her white cheek hard enough to tear it.
Crack—!
Ren's head snapped sideways, hair whipping.
A red handprint swelled instantly on her cheek, bruising purple.
I spat and growled.
"You fucking bitch, how dare you shove that filthy tongue in my mouth?"