Side Story: Widow Aki's Bath Service in Black Mourning Clothes♡
She closed her eyes and swallowed his everything along with her last shred of dignity. The hot, fishy liquid sliding down into her stomach felt like molten lava of humiliation, melting away every ounce of her resistance.
"Well done."
Jinwoo looked down at her with satisfaction, now nothing more than an empty shell. He released her hair and rose from his seat.
"But you're still dirty."
His gaze fell on her black mourning kimono, stained with sweat and bodily fluids.
"Strip off that last remaining shell of yours right here, like shedding skin. And my clothes too. Use that filthy mouth and hands of yours to remove them cleanly."
At his command, Aki began to move slowly with vacant eyes. With her own hands, she untied the kimono that had been the final symbol of mourning for her deceased husband. The silk fabric slipped silently to the floor, exposing her naked body once more under the dim candlelight of the altar. Her form was already a mess of his marks.
She crawled on all fours to his feet and prostrated herself. Then, just as before but now with the perfect gestures of a slave, she began stripping his clothes using her mouth and teeth.
Once all his clothes were off, he roughly seized her wet wrist.
"Follow me."
He dragged her like an animal toward the bathroom.
The bathroom was filled with hot steam and the thick scent of hinoki cypress. The massive hinoki tub was already brimming with warm water. He shoved her roughly into the tub.
"Hngh!"
Her body twitched at the sensation of the warm water enveloping her. Jinwoo followed behind her, pressing his body close against her back.
"Your body still reeks of your dead husband," he growled into her ear. "I'll wash it clean... make it completely mine."
He squeezed a generous amount of premium body wash into his palm. Then, with foam-covered hands, he began washing her body.
His touch was far from a simple cleaning. It was teasing, exploring, another form of domination.
Each time his fingers gripped her voluptuous breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, a stifled moan escaped her lips. He smeared the foam from her breasts onto her lips and licked it off with his tongue.
"Haa...♡ Ah...♡"
His hands slid lower. He began stirring the spot between her legs, still sticky with his traces. "Filthy. So damn sticky." He thrust his fingers inside her pussy, scraping the inner walls as if cleaning them. Wet, squelching sounds echoed obscenely through the water. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to her mouth. "Lick. Taste your own filth directly with that tongue of yours."
Aki, tears streaming down, had no choice but to lick the humiliating mix of her fluids, his semen, and soap bubbles from his fingers.
"There's still... one more spot that needs cleaning."
He leaned her against the tub wall and made her wrap her legs around his waist. The buoyancy of the hot water lifted her body lightly, creating a perfectly defenseless, receptive position.
He thrust his hot, rigid cock back into her deepest, sopping wet pussy.
"Haaaaang!♡♡♡ No...♡ No more...♡"
The insertion in the hot water brought a slick, dense sensation utterly different from before. Her tight vaginal walls, lubricated by water and her arousal, accepted his massive length all the way to her cervix without resistance. Waves sloshed over the tub's edge with their movements. He "cleaned" and "purified" her insides with his cock, over and over.
"Plosh! Plosh! Squelch! Splash!"
The friction sounds in the water rang out duller and more obscene than in the air. As he gripped her ample breasts and whispered in her ear, "I'll coat this filthy pussy of yours with my semen... so no trace of your dead husband remains."
At his cruel words, Aki wailed in shame and pleasure, climaxing repeatedly. Finally, her womb was once again filled to the brim with his hot semen.
When she thought it was all over and he pulled out of her body, he didn't stop.
"We're... not done yet."
He picked up a bottle of clear gel from the bathroom shelf. "Do you know what this is, Aki?" It was premium lube. "Your dead husband never explored this far, did he?"
His cruel gaze fixed on the tightly closed final gate of purity between her ass cheeks—her anus.
"No... Not there... Please, anything but that...!" For the first time, Aki screamed in genuine terror. Her pussy was the familiar passage for love with her husband. But that place... it was only for excretion, her final dirty sanctuary that must never be violated.
"Quiet." He pinned her waist down with one hand and squeezed cold gel generously around her anus with the other. "Hngh!" Her body convulsed at the chill. He spread the gel widely with his fingers, gently rubbing the tightly wrinkled entrance. Her body resisted, but his touch was too skilled and persistent.
"So tightly shut... How much pleasure have you been hiding in here?" He slowly pushed one finger into the gel-slicked entrance. "Ah... It hurts! It hurts! Please...!"
Despite her desperate screams, he didn't stop. The narrow, inexperienced walls resisted fiercely, clenching around his finger. But the lube's slipperiness and his relentless motion rendered it futile. He added fingers one by one, forcibly stretching and taming her tight, resisting interior. A tearing pain filled her lower belly, mingled with a strange, unpleasant fullness.
"Your husband died without tasting this sweet hole. Poor bastard. I'll savor every inch of you in his place."
He moved his fingers, stroking and pressing the sensitive wrinkles inside one by one. What started as pure pain began to warp under his persistent caresses. Amid the ripping agony, sharp, electric pleasure of a wholly different kind began to bloom.
"Ah...♡ Ahng...♡ It's weird...♡"
Finally, when her anus had swallowed three fingers greedily, he aligned his massive cock with it.
"This will be your new brand."
"Nooooooo-!!!"
With her scream, he pierced her completely once more. An unimaginable ripping sensation. Extreme pain as if her body were splitting in two. But at the peak of that agony, a big bang of depraved pleasure swallowed her mind whole. Her sanity burned white in that instant.
The man paused, buried fully in her anus, feeling her insides convulse and clench around his cock. A satisfied smile crossed his lips. Then, he began moving again.
"Plosh! Plosh! Plosh! Plosh!"
The dull, sticky slaps of her ass against his hips echoed through the bathroom. Gripping her waist, he mercilessly pounded her deepest depths. Aki buried her face in the tub's edge, spewing scream-like moans.
"Haht! Ah! Ah! Ah!♡ It's breaking...♡ Breaking apart...♡♡ Inside...♡ So weird...♡♡♡"
Each time his cock plunged deep as if skewering her guts, an inexplicable twisting pleasure exploded from her belly. The sensation of her forbidden zone being developed—a place her pussy could never reach. Her body was no longer hers.
He gripped her ass hard, lifting and angling it to stab even deeper, more stimulating spots. Every wrinkle of her anus was crushed and tamed by his rough thrusts.
Finally, he poured every drop of his hot semen into her depths. Her anal walls, experiencing hot seed for the first time in her life, spasmed wildly in shock. The contractions milked him to the last drop.
When the second round ended and she lay utterly exhausted against the tub's edge, he whispered his final command into her ear.
"Now... you're clean."
He brushed her wet hair back. "So now, prepare for my 'night.'"
He stepped out of the tub first and donned a robe. "Go to the bedroom and wait for me. Wear only the black garter belt, panties, and bra. Prepare that voluptuous body of yours in its best state. If, when I enter, even a single drop of your pussy juice hasn't dripped and it's bone-dry..."
His eyes flashed like a beast's.
"...know that tonight, those holes of yours will be soaked in blood."
He left those words and exited the bathroom. Thud. The door's close echoed heavily in the steam-filled room.
Left alone, Aki curled up in the hot water. Her body throbbed and burned as if it weren't her own. His traces still lingered humiliatingly in her pussy and now-defiled anus.
She looked up at her reflection in the fogged mirror. Hair disheveled and soaked with sweat, tears, and his fluids. Cheeks flushed red from pleasure and pain. And... vacant, unfocused eyes. The mirror held no trace of the 'Yamashita Aki' she once knew. There stood only a bitch, body, mind, and soul utterly ravaged by one man.
"Hic... Hngh... Hnnngh..."
With that realization, the sobs she'd suppressed finally burst forth. Not sobs of sorrow. A chaotic wail tangled with shame, humiliation, and the venomous memory of pleasure that devoured it all. She covered her face with both hands. But it was useless. Her mind replayed every moment with horrific clarity. His cruel words. His violent touches. And... how honestly her body had responded. Screaming no, it shouldn't—even as her pussy dripped with arousal, her hips bucked to match his rhythm. Even... in that final forbidden penetration, amid the agony, she'd tasted the greatest pleasure of her life.
"Darling... I'm sorry... So sorry...!" She wailed, picturing her husband's portrait on the altar. "I've... I've become filthy... Your wife... ruined by another man's seed...!"
Her cries turned to her daughters. "Chiharu... Koharu... Mommy's sorry... Sorry I couldn't protect you... How can I face you with this... this filthy body...!"
Yet even in her desperate guilt, her body was honest. Her lower belly heated again. Her thighs grew slick unwittingly.
"I'm... I'm filthy...!"
She scrubbed her body frantically, as if to erase his traces, his scent. But the more she did, the more sensitive her skin became, the memories sharper.
Crying, she felt it too. This was her new nature. This humiliation was the only reality she'd live from now on.
How much time passed? Her sobs gradually subsided. With empty eyes, she stared at the bathroom door. Beyond it, he waited. For her to appear in his bedroom in the most lewd, humiliating pose as commanded.
She sighed. Then, as if reluctantly accepting an inescapable fate, she slowly rose from the tub. She began stepping toward preparing for her new night—heavy steps trembling with strange anticipation.