The Husband's Humiliating Gratitude
The officetel's front door clicks shut, leaving only a suffocating silence in the house. Cheolsu cannot move. Right at his feet lies his wife, sprawled half-unconscious after being pounded like an animal by another man just moments ago. Her back and thighs glisten stickily with their mingled sweat, semen, and her own arousal. The air throbs with a fishy, nauseating stench.
How much time passes? Seoyeon stirs first, rising agonizingly slowly. Her face flushes with the afterglow of pleasure, her vacant eyes wandering unfocused through the air. She gazes down at the sticky fluid trickling down her thigh—Park's yellowish semen mixed with her juices and a few strands of his coarse black pubic hair, a total mess. She stands, shuffling toward Cheolsu, who stares up at her in a daze. Locking eyes with him, she extends her index finger in a slow, seductive motion, scooping up a thick glob of his traces from her thigh. Without hesitation, she brings it to her mouth. She stretches out her tongue, licking every bit around her lips clean. Gulp. The sound of her swallowing the last drop echoes loudly.
Her gaze turns sensual as she eyes him, dropping to the bulge straining massively against his pants, betraying his uncontrollable desire. Seoyeon smirks and tugs his pants down. She grasps his cock, stroking it softly up and down as she whispers, "You're so hard, Cheolsu."
Cheolsu cannot respond, only heaving ragged breaths.
"Why no answer? Turned on? Seeing your wife... get fucked by another guy—in your own home, right in front of you—like a beast... Did it feel that good?"
When her probing questions draw no reply, Seoyeon loses interest and releases his cock with a flick. "Ugh, then speak up."
"Ah, no! That's not it...!" Cheolsu desperately grabs her hand again.
Seoyeon watches him, flashing a provocative smile. "Then what is it?" She leans to his ear, whispering like a serpent. "I was gonna... give you a special blowjob today... What a shame."
At those words, he nearly sobs, pouring out every emotion he's felt. "At first... at first, I really wanted to die... Seeing you... in his arms... kissing him... It felt like the world was collapsing...! But then... when he was pounding you... and you screamed... I got so excited without realizing... You looked so fucking sexy..." He chokes up. "When you clung to him... swinging in midair... your white ass slapping against his thighs with that smack every time... my heart felt like it would explode...! Hearing you call him serbangnim... begging him to fuck you harder... It was so humiliating... so arousing...! I'm sorry... I'm such a pathetic loser...!"
Her face blooms with deep satisfaction at his wretched confession. "That's right... No more denying it." She hugs him tightly without another word—not forgiveness or comfort, but the affectionate confirmation of ownership toward a perfectly broken toy. She drops to her knees at his feet and takes his cock into her mouth.
Seoyeon's blowjob is a refined art form unlike anything Cheolsu has ever experienced. Instead of swallowing him whole from the start, she cradles it gently with both hands, appraising it like a jeweler with a rare gem. "So cute," she smirks. Then she flicks her tongue out, delicately lapping only the clear precum beading at the tip. Cheolsu jerks his hips involuntarily at the ticklish sensation.
"This technique... it's not for you. It's only for serbangnim. I'm just giving you a pity taste because you look so pathetic."
She whispers that and begins devouring him in earnest. Her lips seal perfectly around his shaft without a gap, but she holds back her tongue. Instead, she fine-tunes the suction in her mouth, drawing him in softly like sucking juice from ripe fruit. Wet, sticky slurps fill the room. Cheolsu marvels at her unfamiliar skills while drowning in the overwhelming pleasure, unable to think straight.
"So... you should thank serbangnim for allowing this moment. Right?"
Cheolsu gapes, lost in ecstasy, unable to reply. Suddenly, Seoyeon pulls him from her mouth. The abrupt halt leaves him panicked, staring at her.
"You have to say it. Thank Director Park. Or... we're done here."
"Ah! No, no! I'll do it! I'll do it!" Cheolsu cries desperately.
"Di... Director... thank you...!"
Seoyeon grins and takes him back in. Her tongue now dances more fiercely than before. Finally, Cheolsu can't hold back. "I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum!"
At that instant, she pulls out again, stroking him rapidly by hand alone. His body convulses, spurting white ropes. Just before they touch her, she yanks her hand away as if dodging filth. Not a drop soils her skin. Her face shows contempt, as if even his seed is unworthy of her body. But Cheolsu, oblivious in the throes of a long-denied intense orgasm, merely pants on the bedsheets.
Meanwhile, Seoyeon casually grabs her phone and dials Director Park on speaker.
[Park:] "Yeah, my amche. Finally calling. Thought I'd die waiting for you, serbangnim."
"Sorry, serbangnim. He was whining so much... took a bit to handle him. He's right here now—can I report what happened today?"
Seoyeon presses the phone close to Cheolsu's ear and begins recounting everything in vivid, lewd detail. "After you left yesterday... I couldn't bear to swallow the traces you left right away. I held them in my mouth full and took a proof shot. Did you see? Your thick cock-juice all over my tongue... And today, thanks to your merciful permission, I comforted Cheolsu with my mouth. The poor guy was crying so pathetically... So I gave him special service since you allowed it. Of course, it wasn't as big or hot as yours. As a toy... it was usable. But right before he came in my mouth, I pulled out. I can't accept seed without your permission. This is all thanks to you, serbangnim. You've turned me into a real amche."
Finishing her report, she adds, "Oh, serbangnim. Cheolsu has something to say."
She shoves the phone into his frozen hand. Cheolsu stares at her questioningly.
"I told you earlier. You're thanking him."
"But... that was just words during..."
"How else will serbangnim know? Say it clearly yourself. Hurry up and greet him... or no more skinship ever again."
Under her threat, Cheolsu reluctantly holds the phone to his ear. In a tiny voice, "...Thank you."
But Seoyeon snatches it back, snapping at the speaker. "What exactly are you thanking him for?"
Cheolsu hesitates, then surrenders completely, spilling out his humiliating gratitude. "...For letting me... receive service from my wife's mouth... on mine... Thank you so much, Director... I never knew... my wife could suck cock that well... thanks to you... For allowing her to... serve my worthless thing... with the same devotion as you... Thank you so much..."
[Park (with a deeply satisfied laugh):] "Good, Team Leader Kim. You get it. Seoyeon's always been that kind of bitch—born to serve me. I'll let her give you tastes now and then, so never forget to be grateful."
"...Yes... I'll remember... Director..."
Seoyeon takes the phone back, cooing sweetly to continue with Park. "Serbangnim~ Shall I finish that story from earlier? How wet I get just thinking of you..."
Watching Seoyeon chat with Park right beside him after his own degrading thanks, Cheolsu feels something snap in his mind with a twang. Ah... We can never go back to how it was. I... can't resist this hell anymore. He finally abandons the false hope he's clung to, beginning to accept this nightmare as his new reality.
The next morning, Cheolsu quietly rises beside the exhausted, sleeping Seoyeon. He heads to the bathroom for his commute prep. After standing under the hot spray for a long time, he emerges to find the bedroom empty. Water runs from the master bath instead—she's already up and washing. Moments later, she appears, makeup flawless, in a flashy dress that hugs her curves, one he's never seen before. Grabbing her handbag without a glance at her husband's departure, she mutters, "...Where... are you going?"