Submission
That evening, Cheolsu returns home with an empty soul. The memory of heading to work with his wife that morning feels distant, like a dream from another life. As soon as he opens the front door, he senses something off about the apartment. On the living room wall, in the most prominent spot, hangs the large wedding photo frame capturing their happy smiles from an outdoor shoot. But the photo has changed.
The only thing the same is the wedding dress Seoyeon wears in the picture. The glamorous outdoor backdrop has been replaced by a tacky, single-color studio background. The biggest change, though, is the man standing beside Seoyeon. It's no longer Cheolsu—it's an old, fat, balding middle-aged man: Park, the section chief.
"Wh... what's this...?" Cheolsu asks in a trembling voice.
Seoyeon, lounging on the sofa, replies in an excited tone. "Oh, that? It's a new wedding photo I took with serbangnim today. Pretty, right?" She beams proudly, then stands, slips her arm through his dazed one, and drags him toward the master bedroom. "Ta-da! This one's the real deal!"
Above the bed on the largest wall hangs a monstrous photo dwarfing the living room one. In it, Seoyeon kneels before Park in her wedding dress. His cock drips with fresh, yellowish semen that coats her face, mouth, hair, breasts, and the pure white veil in thick globs.
On the bedside table sit smaller photos: Seoyeon in her wedding dress licking Park's cock, sucking it vigorously with it stuffed in her mouth.
"Look at these. We took them today to commemorate becoming a real couple. So... romantic, isn't it?" Seoyeon says, bubbling with genuine happiness like a child.
Even amid profound despair and humiliation, Cheolsu feels his groin heat up uncontrollably. Ignoring—or perhaps sensing—his turmoil, Seoyeon crushes his last shred of hope. "Oh, and the photos with you? I almost threw them out, but felt sorry for you... so I shoved them into the built-in closet on the balcony. Be grateful."
Cheolsu manages a shaky reply. "...Th... thank you..."
His words only excite her more. She picks up one small photo from the table. "Check this out. This one's the masterpiece." Her voice quivers with arousal as she recalls the shoot, describing it in crude, lewd terms. "Right in front of the old photographer... I knelt in my wedding dress, took serbangnim's balls in my mouth, and licked from the base of his cock all the way to the tip with my tongue. That musky, thick male scent... it's still lingering in my nose. Just looking at this photo makes my pussy soak without me even realizing."
She whispers wetly, glancing at him. His pants bulge grotesquely from her filthy words. "Oh my, Cheolsu... hearing my story turns you on too?"
She smiles seductively and points to the massive photo above the bed. "This is the highlight. When serbangnim pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face. That yellow, thick cock-snot covering me... ah..." She strokes her cheek in ecstasy, lost in the memory. "His seed beading like pearls on my pure white veil... it was pure bliss. Look at my face in this one. Don't I look like the happiest woman in the world? The face of a real wife receiving her true husband's seed with her whole body."
She approaches him and whispers in his ear. "You'll never make me wear that expression in your lifetime. Right?" Without waiting for an answer, she grabs his rock-hard cock through his pants. "See? Your body's honest."
She sits him on the bed's edge and kneels before him. She grips his cock but doesn't stroke yet. "Tell me everything about your day. Confession time, Cheolsu."
He bows his head and spills it all in a trembling voice. She strokes him slowly, persistently, as he confesses.
"This morning... walking to work with you... your beauty made my heart race, but knowing it wasn't for me felt like hell..."
"And? Did your cock get hard from that hellish feeling?" Her nails graze his glans.
"...Yes... And when I ran into the chief... leaving you in the car and handing him the keys, saying 'please take good care of her'... I felt so pathetic I wanted to die..."
"But you got excited anyway. Right? That sinful thrill of handing me over to my real master with your own hands... it made your dick stiff."
"Yes... The worse I feel, the harder I get after..." Her hand speeds up slightly. He swallows a moan.
"In the office... overhearing your kisses and moans through my earphones... my mind went blank. When you screamed his cock was incomparable to mine... it was so humiliating, but still..."
"Still what? Tell me how your body reacted."
She grips deep to the base, then slides to the tip. "...I couldn't stop listening... I was so aroused I thought I'd go mad..."
"Coming home to see our wedding photo replaced by his... and in the bedroom, that cum-stained veil photo... watching you gaze at it happily... I..."
"Yes... keep going..." Her voice is cold, her hand hot.
"You looked so... so slutty and beautiful... I got hard again...!"
With his final confession, her strokes reach a frenzy. "That's right. You can't stop now. You'll spend your life jerking off to my stories, to tales of me with other men... cumming miserably every time."
Her cruel verdict hits as he erupts in her hand.
After that day, their home becomes a silent stage of perfect routine. Cheolsu stops resisting. He eats the single serving she prepares in silence, holds his breath during her calls with another man, never touches her body. He has fully submitted to this hellish reality.
Saturday morning, Cheolsu sits alone at the table, staring at his cooling coffee. The apartment is oppressively quiet. From the master bedroom come sounds of hurried dressing and clinking makeup.
Seoyeon emerges, fully dolled up in a thin black dress that clings to every curve—a garment he's never bought her. Around her neck, the leather choker from Park, now familiar.
"Coming... home early today?" Cheolsu asks in a near-whisper, hopeless.
She checks herself in the entry mirror, not even glancing back, and teases lightly. "Who knows? Will I even come back?"
Her playful tone stabs like a dagger. He says nothing. She grabs her handbag casually and slams the door.
Bang! Alone again, he stares blankly at the door before collapsing onto the sofa.
Meanwhile, Seoyeon's face glows with anticipation in the taxi. The passing scenery looks especially beautiful today. She's not leaving home—she's returning to her real one.
She punches the code at the familiar officetel door. Inside, Park lounges on the sofa in comfortable loungewear, exuding the lazy confidence of ownership.
"You're here."
"Yes, serbangnim. Wait long?"
She smiles like a child, kneels carefully at his feet, and lifts them onto her lap, massaging the tense spots meticulously. It's their long-standing ritual.
Finished, she slides between his legs, caressing his still-soft cock through his pants. "But... serbangnim, it's not hard yet today?"
He chuckles down at her provocation. "You have to make it hard, don't you?"