Second Revenge 3. What the hell had happened?
Second Revenge 3. What the hell had happened? There was some kind of logic where she chose death the instant some other guy's cock—not mine—went into her pussy? No matter how I thought about it, that's what it had to be. A slight chill started creeping up my skin.
Meanwhile, Gu Mirae clung to me, panting heavily with a look of relief on her face. But soon her body began to tremble faintly again, as if her instincts had picked up on something being off. Her pupils shook with unease.
At the company, fucking her boss—me—was just part of her normal routine. But this wasn't the office; it was her home. That realization was stirring up chaos in her brain. Still impaled on my cock, Gu Mirae started glancing around, hips moving all the while. The familiar bedroom scenery, Ra Seung-gun's medical books, their wedding prep stuff... everything was giving her a weird sense of dissonance.
"Mm... Ungh..."
Anxiety laced her moans. The man she'd thought was her husband had suddenly become me, and realizing this was home—not work—had her head spinning. I could feel cortisol flooding from her. Not a good sign.
"Gu Mirae."
I leaned close to her ear and whispered softly. Her body shivered slightly.
"Something feels off right now, doesn't it? But I promise, it's not weird at all."
She looked up at me, eyes full of confusion.
"We're just working from home. Economy's shit these days—everyone's getting laid off."
I whispered the words every office worker dreads right into her ear, and her face froze. She swallowed hard, terror flashing across her features. She'd always been anxious about her future, so she reacted instantly to my words.
"You've survived. You didn't get fired from the company."
I moved her hips slowly as I kept whispering, stimulating both the pleasure of penetration and her anxiety at once.
"Working overtime this hard even at home... it'd be a huge loss if they cut you. Right?"
Squelch... squish... slurp... slurp.
Her pussy walls clenched tighter around my cock. The anxiety was actually amplifying her sexual response.
"I'm tight with the boss, so I'll put in a good word to make sure you keep your job. Sound good? Feels nice, huh?"
I slipped a finger slightly into her asshole and whispered in her ear. Her body jolted hard.
"Hngh!"
She nodded quietly, like she'd understood. The moment her anxiety flipped to relief. A bright smile started spreading across her lips. The real Gu Mirae emerged, wrapping her arms around my neck and grinding her hips wildly. With the confusion cleared, her true lust exploded.
"Haah~ Ungh~ Hiiik~"
Her moans grew louder. Now, Gu Mirae was my personal fuckhole, whether at the office or back home after hours.
Slap slap slap slap... splat splat splat splat splat.
Squelch squelch squelch...
"That's right, Mirae. You're completely mine now."
I gripped her waist and thrust even deeper, right up to her cervix.
"Haaang!"
Gu Mirae's back arched like a bow. Her small tits jiggled pathetically up and down. She collapsed into my arms, breathing raggedly.
Spurt spurt spuuuurt.
Spuuurt. Spuuuurt. Spuuuuuuuurt.
The cum I'd been holding back flooded her womb. Her cheeks flushed red, her body slick with my seed and quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure.
"Haa... haa..."
She couldn't speak, but her moans brimmed with satisfaction. The day's conditioning plus this intense fuck had rewired her brain into a whole new state. Dopamine and oxytocin exploding, restructuring her neural circuits.
I whispered low in her ear.
"Mirae, I've got something to show you."
I grabbed the laptop from the bedside table and plugged in the USB. The one packed with Ra Seung-gun's dirty secrets. Folders popped up on the screen, and I played a video from the Shin Serin folder.
Gu Mirae's eyes widened. She stared holes through the screen, struggling to comprehend.
"Aang! Seung-gun oppa! Harder!"
"Yeah, Serin. You're my favorite."
"Hngh..."
A small moan escaped Gu Mirae—shock and betrayal mixed.
"That's your husband's true face."
It was amazing she'd understood the video. And her anger now? Proof her intelligence was rising.
Definitely... dopamine triggers intelligence spikes.
Gu Mirae spread her legs wide like Shin Serin in the video, head down, ass raised high in the air. Her face buried in the pillow, ass presented temptingly. The Jack-O Challenge pose from that game character— it'd gone viral once.
"Oh? Learned that quick?"
Just the pose change made it chillingly hot. I slid my cock back inside her.
"Haaang!"
Her moan was clearer, more intense than before. She wasn't hiding her pleasure anymore.
She actively welcomed me, shaking her hips. Her pussy walls gripped me tight, writhing like a living thing.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!
Pussy juices splattered as flesh smacked flesh, filling the bedroom. I grabbed her waist and pounded harder. Her body undulated like waves with my rhythm. Her brain was fully tamed by this new pleasure stimulus.
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. Tears welled in her eyes—the face of a bitch submitting to ecstasy.
Now, I didn't want Ra Seung-gun touching any hole of Gu Mirae's. She was my exclusive pussy. If she slept with her husband now, it'd feel like I was the one getting NTR'd.
"You like Ra Seung-gun's cock better? Or mine?"
Shame hit her at my question—her face burned red. Shame's an emotion you can't feel without an active brain.
Oh ho? Intelligence definitely up. No doubt.
But her body was already responding to my touch. Her pussy grew hotter, leaking more juices. Small but perky tits, slim waist, perfectly firm apple hips, and... her sopping wet cunt. Her body was pleasure's slave, accepting everything I gave.
I came hot inside her again and again. Her womb swelled slightly, packed with my cum. She was utterly spent, limp and drooping. Eyes vacant, drool trickling from her lips.
That's when the front door lock beeped and clicked open.
Beep beep—click.
Ra Seung-gun's back, that fucker.
I didn't stop, thrusting even deeper. Gu Mirae startled at the door sound but soon drowned back in pleasure, moaning. Right now, ecstasy mattered more than her husband.
Ra Seung-gun flung open the bedroom door. He paused briefly at the sight of his wife rolling wildly with a stranger on their bed, but showed no real reaction. Another shell. He couldn't grasp the context or meaning.
Just following his programmed routine—stripping and approaching the bed. His empty eyes flicked between me and Gu Mirae.
This guy's a shell through and through.
I pulled out of Gu Mirae and turned her body to face him. She panted, staring at Ra Seung-gun. Shame mixed with a strange superiority in her eyes. Learning her husband cheated, then fucking another man right in front of him—it twisted into perverse satisfaction for her.
I spread her thighs wide on my lap. Her pussy gaped with a wet shlurp, cum from her womb dripping down with gravity.
Ra Seung-gun's gaze locked on her crotch, staring at the cum drops for a long time. To him, this was some affair dude NTR'ing his wife. But he couldn't process it. Just facts: 1. Wife naked. 2. Wife's pussy spread. So he started undoing his pants. His erect cock stood rigid in the air, heading toward Gu Mirae—legs spread on my lap.
I hugged Gu Mirae boastfully and started pounding her rough again. Slap slap slap slap slap.
Ra Seung-gun froze seeing her hole filled by another cock in an instant. Struggling to understand, he reached out tentatively, only to drop his hand at my shout.
"Hey. Can't you see I'm balls-deep in her right now?"
Ra Seung-gun halted at my yell. The lanky beanpole blinked his huge eyes, scratching his head.
I pulled Gu Mirae back toward me. She melted into my arms willingly, long arms wrapping my neck like lovers. She pursed her lips like a baby bird for a deep kiss.
Mmch... slurp slurp...
Ra Seung-gun watched with vacant eyes. His brain couldn't comprehend, but some faint memory residue in his body would etch this humiliating scene.
"Look, Ra Seung-gun. See how your wife begs like a bitch under me."
I spread her legs wide again and thrust in.
"Haah~ Haah... haah~ Ngiiik!"
Her moans echoed in his ears—the cruelest punishment. Helplessly watching his wife get railed by another man. That powerlessness would drag him into despair's abyss.
I hoisted her ass high and ravaged her harder. Her scream-like moans deepened his despair.
"Haah... heut... haaak!"
Gu Mirae's back arched. Spurt. Spuuurt!
I couldn't hold back, creampieing her repeatedly right in front of him. Seeing cum backflow from her pussy, Ra Seung-gun's face twitched hard. Even animals hate another male's seed in their female—genetic instinct.
Post-orgasm, Gu Mirae gazed at me lovingly. Like a married couple who'd just fucked, we embraced with love-filled faces. Oxytocin surged, love overflowing. Her sweet breath. I lightly pecked her full lips. Tongues too sore for more— they'd gone numb from the intense kissing.
I stroked her hair and got off the bed. Now I was curious about her reaction. After seeing her husband's cheating vid, she'd changed—mimicked Shin Serin's position, moaned louder knowing he watched, fully embracing her role as my fucktoy.
I moved to the sofa to observe. Ra Seung-gun finally climbed onto the bed, thinking it was his turn. Complicated expression, but his hard-on said he wanted to fuck.
Then—Gu Mirae kicked wildly, rejecting him with disgust, like he was filth. Ra Seung-gun flinched in shock and tumbled off the bed backward.
Thud!
Her violent shove sent him crashing, skull smacking the bedside table corner perfectly. Dull thunk—he crumpled unconscious on the floor. Didn't plan to kill him, but his head cracked open.
Gu Mirae looked flustered at the fainted Ra Seung-gun, but ditched him to fling herself into my chest.
"Yeah... no need to stay here. Come live with me, Gu Mirae."
She nodded lightly. I took her back to my place. With work-from-home and overtime programmed, she could live with me now, right? Looks like my household just gained a member.