Husband's Daily Routine
"Thank you for coming over, darling~."
"It's nothing. Nothing's too much for my darling."
"Hehe~."
The couple walked back into their apartment after finishing their usual evening routine. One partner had an extremely East Asian cute appearance, while the other was a tall Westerner with blonde hair and a strong jawline.
His name was Bronze Gunner. He was the husband of Bronze Bulleteana.
His face was decent enough, but his skills as a hunter were pathetic. He was a freelancer at best, and even then he only showed up at the hunter guild to do menial tasks that had nothing to do with his skill. If we limit ourselves to Awakened individuals, he was clearly the lowest of the low.
Still, Kang Suk-hye, Bulleteana, had chosen him as her husband and changed her last name to Bronze.
Why?
"There were times like that... I'm tired, aren't I? I'll do the dishes tonight anyway."
"Thanks, darling~ I love you."
One laugh and one line like that, and he was already smiling through it all while putting on his suit and starting to wash the dishes like the perfect good man he was.
Haha. The dumb, loyal little shitdog. How adorable, really.
Bronze Bulleteana headed straight for the bathroom and then locked herself in her own room. The sounds of running water from the kitchen didn't concern her at all.
She was the perfect maid who would do anything as long as she kept up the charming act and the sad little performance. That was her husband.
Normally she would have closed the door and gone shopping on her phone, but today she just wasn't in the mood for that.
"......Fuck, you pathetic fucking loser."
That disgusting, failed, pervert NEET young man right next door. His rage filled her entire stomach.
Ajumma? You're talking nonsense. Who the hell are you talking about...!!
She wasn't the violent type, so she didn't lash out in the moment. But the more she thought about it, the more the murderous intent rose in her chest.
"...Darling? Are you okay?"
Gunner called out to her from the doorway after finishing the dishes, his Korean a bit clumsy. Bulleteana trembled. Slowly, she stood up, deliberately emphasizing her body by running her hand down her curves.
".....Waaah...!"
The best timing possible for her planned tears. In fact, she had prepared it.
Unlike her usual self, she left the door open and lay on her side right by it, face hidden from view.
"H-honey...!"
Gunner rushed over and hugged her tightly.
"Waa, waaah... I'm sorry, darling... I didn't mean to make you worry...!"
Her tears, with those soft, innocent eyes, were perfect. A gentle, kind married woman who had been wronged. Even Gunner, who had the gentlest personality, felt it in his chest.
"I'll kill that motherfucker...!"
Gunner spun around in anger. Bulleteana quickly grabbed his arm.
"W-wait!"
She shook her head back and forth, fake tears flowing freely. Gunner respected his wife's kindness but also felt deeply sorry for her.
A drama was playing out in a married couple's home after ten years. The wife who wanted violence, the husband who became even more determined the more he felt sorry for her. Bulleteana was both the scriptwriter and the director and the actress.
Yes, yes. That's how it should be.
After an hour the mood had simmered into heat. They decided to make love earlier than usual.
"I... I'll protect you...! I'll kill that bastard!"
"Mmm... I'll believe only in you, my husband..."
Intense eye contact crossed between them. Bulleteana's lies weren't even lies.
More anger. More...! Love me more and hate him more. You're so easy to move. How cute and lovable...!
It was all twisted in the right direction.
"...Am I going in?"
"Mmm... Come in..."
On the surface it was the ideal, kind kind of love. In reality it was built on one partner's dominance.
And at the same moment, on the other side of the thin wall.
"Fuck...! Fuck...! FUCK!!!"
"Heuk, heuk. Huh..."
Nagaja was fucking the woman he called Bronze Bulleteana... who now only called herself Kang Suk-hye.
"You fucking bitch!!! How the hell can you take five loads at once!!!!!"
He grabbed the back of Kang Suk-hye's head and one arm, flipping her onto the computer desk and pounding her from behind.
"Heuk! Heuk! Heuk!"
There was no mercy. He wasn't showing any consideration for women. He didn't even know how to control his own strength when fucking a human.
"Haaaaaaa!!!!"
His long, thick cock pierced through Kang Suk-hye's body. Her voluptuous figure shook wildly.
But she wasn't flailing around like a puppet with no strings. She gripped the desk with both hands, bracing herself against the coming pain.
"Heul! Heung...! Heung...!!!"
Her moans of pain slowly turned into pleasure.
Aaah! It feels so good! This feels so good! It's good even when it hurts~! Scam. This is such a scam~!
"I've suffered half my life in this~!!"
"Shut up! I've suffered the entire life in this!!! Fuck, shit, give me the whole ceiling!!!"
Nagaja's hand left her arm and grabbed her bouncing breasts as they swayed with gravity.
"Hwa... eh?"
Even she was surprised by the situation. She was about to say something, but it was too late. Nagaja grabbed her with full force.
"Huk!!!
Despite the echoing scream, Nagaja grabbed her opposite breast too. He held both tits like handles and kept pounding.
He wasn't treating her like a human. Of course, he wasn't treating her like a human at all.
At that moment, on the other side of the wall.
Bulleteana pressed a button and the home control system automatically switched the lights to a cozy mood. At the same time a soft, rhythmic background music started playing to cover any noise.
"Haak... darling..."
"Uung... honey~."
Soft caresses continued. Gunner's hands stroked Bulleteana's full breasts.
His fingers traced circles toward her nipples, gently caressing the peaks as if admiring fine art.
He was confessing love and showing affection. Bulleteana felt her heart swell with the eyes that looked at her like that, and with the value that was proven by it.
"Touch me more... honey..."
Gunner gave her strength with his story. Of course he wasn't shouting or sewing needles through her body; he was giving it in small, gentle ways.
"I-I'm coming...!"
"Mmm! Come in!"
The pace quickened. But the sound was nothing like a slap; it was just the kind of stimulation that made her insides slick and wet.
Still, they both clearly reached climax.
"Haah...! Haa..."
"Uung... Haa...!"
Gunner's cock trembled as he came. Bulleteana shook her hips while moaning. They were both acting, of course.
But Gunner felt satisfied. Bulleteana felt satisfied too.
The atmosphere cooled down calmly. As hot as it was, it cooled instantly.
This was exactly the timing she had been waiting for.
Drip.
A single tear rolled down Bulleteana's eye.
"......Gunner. Should we check the sperm bank? If you really want it..."
Gunner had no choice. For ten years they had no children, and the hospital results had said it was his problem.
He didn't know that Bulleteana had made the acidity inside her to kill his sperm, and that she had also tampered with his sperm test results.
"No. Gunner. I want to give birth to your child."
At that perfect moment, loud noise came from the wall next door.
Thud, thud, thud. Steady, dull impacts.
Gunner's face crumpled instantly.
He hadn't originally felt any hatred toward the noise. According to his wife, the NEET next door had insulted her when she tried to help, calling her ajumma. Besides, he had been there to complain about the floor noise when he fell off the roof, so it wasn't her fault.
His presence was troubling his wife. For some reason it also felt like his infertility was his fault. He had to vent.
"Gunner...!"
Bulleteana deliberately shook her head to look innocent, letting him off the hook. She had deliberately planted anger in her husband.
"Should I go kill him right now?"
Gunner said it kindly but with real force.
Bulleteana jumped at the story that matched exactly what she wanted. It was way stronger than the sex they had just had.
She turned the trembling into fear and said,
"I'll go talk to him next time. Come with me then."
"...Sure. I'll prepare the leave. Don't worry. It'll all turn out fine."
"....Mmm. Darling."
The lights went out. The two lay in bed holding hands and went to sleep. Only one of them was truly asleep.
...That fucking loser.
Bulleteana ignored the hand in her own and stared at the wall where her husband was.
He hadn't originally hated the guy. He was just a loser living in the same building who lowered his own status, so he had decided to kill him for the service of bringing home a young lover.
He had been flustered when he ambiguously survived, but he had talked it out with the rich lover and handled it fine.
He was at the level of a monster that had let her enjoy a thrilling "game." If he disappeared according to her plan, she had no intention of doing anything about it.
But now it was different.
Ajumma? Me? I guess I have a disability instead of being a loser?
Her soft, cute face and this cold, cynical tone didn't match at all.
Die and come back, and you think something's changed? You're a fucking loser. A NEET who isn't even shit. If I want you dead, you disappear like the bug you are...!
After venting her anger she laughed. Extreme emotional change.
Aah. How fun it'll be. I'll properly kill you. And take every last bit of your pathetic self-esteem...!
She closed her eyes while planning. Another thrill for her meaningless life.
But at that moment.
On the opposite side of the wall...
"Haak... Haak... Damn. Too excited."
Nagaja, after five loads, finally calmed down and caught his breath. Turning his head, he saw the computer desk and monitor, keyboard, mouse, and Kang Suk-hye all piled up like a big slime.
"...Does all that slime disappear?"
"Uee... H, hah...!"
Nagaja, a little late to the party, felt a bit bad.
"......Did someone hear us next door? If I use my clone ability now I'd be done for..."
"U, hehe... Of course it's not your concern, my lord~."
Kang Suk-hye stood up from the desk. The keyboard keys stuck to her body fell to the floor along with the slime.
Her body was stretched and squeezed, covered in red marks everywhere. Her hair was messy and stuck to her face, and real-time liquid was still flowing down from between her legs.
Yet she spoke calmly and gently.
"The soundproofing is really solid. Inter-floor noise has always been impossible to hear unless you're listening on purpose. Sometimes it leaks through but it's short-lived."
"....So you were trying to kill me?"
"Uuhu~ 'I' am a crazy bitch, you know~."
"...Hah. Yeah, yeah. Having sex with you made me feel loose for a second. It was actually calming me down. Let's start slowly."
Kang Suk-hye peeled the keyboard keycap that had been covering Nagaja's nipple. She nodded with a smile.
"Yes~."
The next day was the weekend. The Bronze family home had Western breakfast followed by a kiss.
A peaceful day. But it didn't last long.
Bulleteana had left to talk to a friend. Gunner, without a hint of suspicion, saw her off and worried about her.
He had plenty to do. Dishes, cleaning the bathroom, and actually a full house clean for her sake.
But before he even turned toward the living room...
Click, click, click.
It was the sound of the door lock opening.
Bronze Gunner instinctively sensed the timing and rhythm. It had to be his wife's. But something felt different.
But.
"...Sorry. That friend suddenly had an urgent matter~."
"What? I was supposed to spend the whole day with my husband today?"
"Rea-ally."
That hope vanished the moment the door opened.
The person standing there was, of course, his wife.