The Perfect Rehearsal for Her Master
She finished speaking and flashed the world's most innocent smile toward Cheolsu, who stood there dumbfounded. Piling on, she crushed his final shred of hope.
"Oh, and... I permit you to jerk off alone in front of me anytime. But... don't even dream of touching my body. This body belongs to serbangnim now."
Cheolsu couldn't utter a word in response to that cruel declaration. He simply collapsed right there on the spot.
And so their bizarre cohabitation began.
Night fell, and Seoyeon showered first, slipping into bed. A short while later, Cheolsu cautiously lay down beside her. It had been ages since his wife had come home, but he didn't dare lay a finger on her.
Seoyeon acted utterly disinterested in him, staring at her phone and giggling endlessly as she exchanged messages with someone. It had to be Director Park.
After fiddling with her phone for a long stretch, Seoyeon suddenly turned to face Cheolsu. He flinched and averted his gaze.
"On Saturday... when you overheard me talking to serbangnim... did it get you really hard?"
Her blunt question triggered an honest reaction from Cheolsu's body. His crotch swelled stiffly, the bulge starkly visible even under the covers.
Seoyeon sneered at the sight, then pointedly picked up her phone again and called Director Park—as if to flaunt it.
"Serbangnim~ It's me."
Her voice dripped like honey, sweet and sultry.
"Yes... I'm lying here next to that guy right now. But... I miss serbangnim's cock so much... my pussy's soaking wet..."
She laced her words with moans, glancing sidelong at Cheolsu.
"But... Cheolsu was home alone for three days, right? He's so pitiful... so, could I comfort him a little? Huh? Aaah... I absolutely won't have sex with him! Just... with my hand... I promise, serbangnim... Please? Pretty please, let me..."
She wheedled with all her coquettish charm. Moments later, a radiant smile bloomed across her face.
"Really?! Oh, thank you, serbangnim! I love you!"
She planted a kissing sound on the phone—mwah—as if smooching his cheek, then hung up.
Turning to Cheolsu with the benevolence of a queen granting mercy, she said, "Since serbangnim specially permitted it, you should be grateful."
With that, she slipped her hand under the covers and grasped Cheolsu's cock. Then she began recounting the "weekend tale" he'd craved so desperately.
"That day... serbangnim sat me on the bed and just watched. He wanted me to make the first move. To please him... I climbed on top myself. I grabbed his massive cock with my hand, positioned it at my pussy entrance... and slowly lowered my hips. The girth—nothing like yours—forced its way inside me... Ah... I really thought my pussy would split in two. But it felt amazing. I'd never been filled so completely. I gripped his shoulders and ground my hips like a mortar, using every muscle in my pussy to coil around his cock like a snake, squeezing tight. Each time, he'd let out these satisfied groans... and I felt like... like a real woman for the first time."
Her hand moved with the same fluid, sticky rhythm as her hips that day. Cheolsu swallowed hard.
"At the department store... it was even more intense. Amid all those crowds, his hand never left my ass. Rubbing my crack over my dress... and in the packed elevator, he slipped it under my clothes, groping my bare skin... my soaked panties. Watching me tremble without making a sound, he whispered in my ear, 'This slut's just pissing herself wet.' I thought I'd lose my mind..."
She squirted more lotion and pumped him faster.
"And... that final night... I gave him the ultimate service. I started by rimming his asshole. That thick, musky male taste... stroking his cock while savoring it, he came almost instantly. But that wasn't the end. I sucked him hard again... with my mouth and hands... found the switch deep inside him. Then... he erupted into my mouth—not cum, but hot piss like a fountain. My face and tits were drenched in his heat... and I was... so happy. Knowing I'd sent my serbangnim to heaven..."
No sooner had her explicit confession ended than Cheolsu's body convulsed violently. He couldn't hold back, spilling everything into his wife's hand.
Seoyeon stared at the white, sticky mess on her palm with utter disgust and annoyance.
"Ugh... clean this shit up quick."
She wiped his cum off on Cheolsu's pajamas. Then, glaring at him with pure contempt, she spat, "Getting off by hand while your wife tells you how she got fucked like a dog by another man... You're such a pathetic sight."
With that, she rolled over, turning her back to him. She picked up her phone again and started giggling to herself, clearly amused by whatever she saw.
Left alone, Cheolsu felt his heart tearing apart in agony. Yet at the same time, the intoxicating rush of depraved pleasure from his wife's touch and her humiliating tales was slowly addicting his body and mind.
The next evening, when Cheolsu got home from work, the apartment felt alien. Seoyeon had prepared dinner as usual and waited for him.
"You're back, Cheolsu?" she said with indifferent nonchalance.
On the table sat a single, neatly plated serving—just for him. Cheolsu sat alone like a criminal at the empty table, eating the meal his wife had made.
Seoyeon didn't even glance his way, lounging on the sofa with a magazine as if he weren't there.
When he finished washing the dishes, Seoyeon rose from the sofa. She headed to the master bedroom and shut the door.
Anxious, Cheolsu finished up and timidly grasped the doorknob. It wasn't locked. He quietly opened it and stepped in—then froze, breath catching at the sight before him.
Seoyeon stood in the center of the room, before the full-length mirror. She wore the trashy strap lingerie Director Park had bought her that Saturday. Countless black leather straps crisscrossed her pale skin, leaving her voluptuous breasts and ass almost fully exposed.
She wasn't on her phone or talking to anyone. She scrutinized her reflection, muttering to herself like an actress rehearsing lines on stage.
"No... from this angle, my ass doesn't look tasty enough. I need to arch my back more... serbangnim would love that, right?"
She twisted her waist precariously, checking her ass curve in the mirror. Then she dropped to all fours.
"Serbangnim... Does this angle please you? See how my ass... is winking, begging for your cock? Ah... I want you to fill this hole so bad..."
She rolled her body seductively, thrusting out her breasts this time.
"Expression's too stiff. More... more like a bitch in heat, lost in ecstasy. Lips parted just a bit, eyes half-lidded..."
She coached herself, adjusting her face. Imagining Director Park, her eyes lost focus, gleaming with feverish heat.
"Serbangnim... do I look pretty? I dressed like this just for you. This filthy body... it's all yours..."
She whispered sweetly to her invisible lover. For the perfect performance, she began groping herself—twisting her nipples, rubbing between her legs, arousing her own body.
"Hngh... Ah... Not yet... I can't get wet already... I need to look prettier for serbangnim..."
From the doorway crack, Cheolsu could only watch, transfixed, as his wife rehearsed this horrific yet flawless act for another man. Finally, he couldn't bear it.
"...What... what are you doing right now...?"
His trembling voice broke her immersion. Seoyeon halted, turning slowly—irritated, like a prima donna interrupted mid-rehearsal.
"Can't you tell? I'm rehearsing."
"...Rehearsing? For what... Seoyeon, please... stop this... I... I was wrong... Let's go back to how things were, okay?"
Cheolsu begged. But her response was a scornful laugh.
"You're so weird, Cheolsu. You got excited watching and hearing me get fucked by serbangnim. And now, after enjoying jerking off to tales of me getting railed by some other guy... you wanna back out?"
"This is the result. Your choice."
She sighed pityingly.
"And honestly, I like it way better now. These tits, this ass, this pussy... they're all too good for an average nobody like you. Only my true master, serbangnim, deserves them."
With that, she turned back to the mirror.
"You're in the way, Cheolsu. Get out? I need to practice my best expressions for serbangnim."
She was no longer his wife. She had become the perfect actress, devoting her all to performing for her master.