Losing the Bet
"Hngh...!" Instead of screaming, she clamped her hand over her mouth, forcing every sound back down her throat. But her body betrayed her utterly. Her waist arched to the breaking point, her entire frame went rigid, toes splaying wide. Her legs quivered like aspen leaves in the wind, and deep inside her pussy, scorching spasms gripped his cock tight, then released, over and over. She'd silenced the noise, but anyone watching would recognize a flawless orgasm. When the endless convulsions finally ebbed, Seoyeon collapsed onto the bed like a puppet with its strings severed. From her vacant eyes, hot tears streamed endlessly.
Park Isang leaned in, his face drunk on triumph, and whispered hotly into her ear.
"I win. Don't I, my amche?"
The moment his victory-soaked voice pierced her ear, Seoyeon's mind snapped awake from the haze of pleasure. The ecstatic sensations that had dominated her body moments ago vanished like a lie, cold reality crashing down. She'd lost. She would be this beast's slave for life. The horrific truth flashed through her mind, and she bolted upright in near hysteria.
"No! No way! I... I didn't cum! Never...!"
Her disheveled hair wild, she glared at him like a feral animal and screamed.
Park Isang snorted, as if her fierce denial was utterly ridiculous.
"Ha! So if you don't make a sound, it doesn't count? Your pussy was milking my cock so hard it nearly tore it off. Who was the one with toes spread wide, shaking like a leaf?"
"I said no!"
Seoyeon bellowed, her voice trembling pathetically—like a thief caught red-handed protesting too much.
Park Isang stared at her for a moment, then shrugged with exaggerated nonchalance.
"Fine, fine. Plenty of time left anyway. I'll let this one slide—as a special favor."
He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was barely 12:40 p.m.
As he stepped back, Seoyeon let out a sigh of relief and scrambled to grab her scattered clothes from the floor, hurriedly dressing. Park Isang watched with arms crossed, looking almost bored, before speaking up.
"If you're gonna be working hard all day, you need to eat. Let's have lunch."
He sauntered casually into the living room and began setting out delivery food on the table, as if he'd ordered it in advance. Seoyeon pretended not to hear, fussing only with her clothes. Irritation crept into his voice.
"Keep rebelling and ignoring me like that, and just go. I'm getting tired of it too—I'll dump everything online and be done. We made a bet, so you're supposed to obey me all day, right?"
Under his threat, Seoyeon finally rose and shuffled to the table like a condemned prisoner marching to the gallows, slumping into a chair. Park Isang was already seated, eating calmly. He picked up side dishes with his chopsticks and placed them on her rice, chattering casually about their intense fuck moments ago.
"Man, that was something earlier. Your insides were so hot and soaking wet. You were gushing all over my fingers from the start. Felt that good, huh?"
"…"
"Your pussy walls clung to my cock all slick and tight—I thought I'd die. Your husband has no idea, does he? That you're such a responsive little amche."
Seoyeon said nothing, just poked at her rice grains. They tasted like sand in her mouth. Undeterred by her silence, Park Isang dissected every one of her body's reactions, mocking her relentlessly. His crude words shredded her soul. At last, the hellish meal ended. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and said,
"Alright, round two. Crawl under the table and get on all fours."
Seoyeon nearly shouted "No!" but bit her lip. Just today... endure just this one day. Brainwashing herself, she crawled humiliatingly under the table. The cold marble floor bit into her knees. Once she was perfectly on hands and knees like a dog, Park Isang stood, circled behind her, roughly hiked up her skirt, and yanked her panties down to her knees.
"Remember this position? Right here, same pose—you scarfed down the dog food I gave you."
His voice slithered into her ear like a devil's whisper. The horrific memory resurfaced: him splattering his cum on food, forcing her to lap it up like a bitch in heat. Shame made her tremble. Strangely, that nightmare began heating her lower belly again.
Park Isang smacked her ass cheek hard—slap!—the sound echoing.
"Look at this amche bitch—your pussy's already dripping. You love it when I handle you rough like this."
He gripped her waist firmly, forcing her ass high into the air. Her breasts swayed perilously close to the floor, her slim waist accentuating the plump, pale globes of her buttocks thrust upward. At their center, her hole glistened with arousal, pink flesh exposed. He rubbed his cock slickly against her entrance, then seized her waist and thrust in to the hilt without hesitation.
"Grk!"
Seoyeon's back bowed like a bowstring from the brutal, deeper penetration. He grabbed her hair, slamming her face to the floor, and pounded her like a beast. Thud, thud—dull flesh impacts reverberated under the table. His massive shaft ravaged her inner walls. Each deep plunge dragged the thick veins along her folds, mercilessly battering her cervix.
Seoyeon pressed her forehead to the floor, biting her lower lip until it bled to stifle the moans bursting free.
"Yeah, this position suits you! Taking it from behind like a dog! Bet you thought about this when you spread for your husband—my huge cock ripping your hole apart!"
He was right. Every time with Cheolsu, she'd fantasized about this man's size to console herself. The shame of him seeing through it amplified her illicit pleasure. She clenched her teeth, holding back, but she was at her limit. Each stab to her depths wrenched out death-rattle moans: "Hngh!", "Hup!"
He yanked her hair back, panting hot in her ear.
"That food—tasty? How'd my cum taste, you fucking slut?!"
With those words, he slammed upward one final, deepest thrust.
"Kahk!"
Her suppressed scream finally erupted. Her body locked rigid as a colossal wave of pleasure dwarfed the first. Park Isang waited for her spasms to subside, then pulled out and asked,
"Now admit it? That's two."
Collapsed on the floor, gasping, Seoyeon shook her head.
"No... no... you pushed too hard from behind... I was just bracing not to fall... that's all that made the noise..."
Park Isang burst into incredulous laughter at her lame excuse.
"Really? Think that bullshit flies? ...Fine. I'll overlook this one too. Sun's still high."
He rose and headed to the bathroom. Soon, water ran. Seoyeon lay motionless on the cold floor, exhausted, while he showered. Time passed. Steam billowed as the door opened; Park Isang emerged with just a towel around his waist and nudged her with his toe.
"Your turn. Go wash up clean."
At his command, she hesitated, then dragged her trembling legs up and stumbled into the bathroom. After he left, she locked the door and cranked the shower full blast. Hot water cascaded over her weary body. She hung the head on the wall and stood blankly beneath it, eyes closed.
I came here to end it today.
She repeated to herself. I swore to finish this hell with my own hands.
But what was this? She'd taken the beast's lust again—and climaxed inside it. A melting pleasure she'd never felt with her husband. The fact that it came from the man she despised most drove her mad.
No, this isn't me. It's just... my body reacting on its own.
She desperately denied it. But the memories were vivid. The deepest parts of her body, dormant under her husband's clumsy, dutiful thrusts, had opened helplessly to this brute's savage pounding, screaming in ecstasy.
How... how can this body rejoice for that loathsome bastard?
Her mind screamed resistance, but her traitorous flesh quivered in the afterglow, responding so honestly. This betrayal—aimed at whom? Her husband, who abandoned her to her desires despite knowing? Or herself, crumbling to humiliating pleasure? Maybe both.
She had to cut ties, but nothing went her way. She sank deeper into the mire. She loathed this situation—and herself for feeling pleasure amid it.
In the whirlwind of confused emotions, she couldn't tell if the hot streams mixing with the shower were tears or water.