Karma (4)
Slap.
"Ah...?"
"What's wrong? Did I startle you?"
Still wrapped in his wife's arms, he touched his cheek with a dazed look at the pain that had come from nowhere. Unlike the first day she'd left on her business trip, there had been real force behind it this time. He had been hit. For the first time, Jiwoo had hit him.
"What? Does it hurt?"
"..."
"I hurt too. You fucking bastard."
So this was what people meant when they said someone had changed. She seemed like a completely different person.
Slap!
"Augh...!"
"Puhahahaha!"
She clapped the same hand she'd struck him with over her own face and burst out laughing.
"Haa...♡ Hanbyul, what am I gonna do?"
"Hnnnngh... hhk... J-Jiwoo..."
He called her name, hoping the Jiwoo he knew would come back to him.
"Haa... this feels so fucking good. I think I'm gonna develop a weird fetish. Hanbyul, what do I do?"
"..."
She kept stroking her own cheek with lingering fingers, breathing in heated little gasps.
"Did my Hanbyul hurt a lot?"
"Hhk... hnn... y-yeah... i-it hurt..."
"Yeah? But what am I supposed to do about this..."
She traced his chin with her index finger and made him look at her again.
"I hurt too..."
Her eyes turned sorrowful. The corners of her mouth drooped. He thought she was finished. He was sure of it.
SLAP!!!
"AAAAAAAH!!!"
The pain was so vicious it felt like his cheek was being torn off. He clapped both hands over it in a panic. There was no room left for any other thought. It hurt so badly his mind went blank, leaving nothing but the desperate wish to get away from this pain.
"Aaaugh... ahhnnngh... hhk..."
"Does it hurt? Does it hurt? Huh? Hanbyul, doesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurtdoesithurt. Hanbyul... I hurt so much I feel like I'm going insane."
He clutched his chest, tears welling up.
"Hhk... hnnnngh... J-Jiwoo... I was wrong... I-I'm sorryyy... so..."
She shifted again.
"So what. Don't hit you?"
She had said exactly what he wanted to say, so he nodded without a shred of suspicion.
"But did you stop when I told you not to? When I told you not to see other women, did you wait for me quietly without meeting anyone? Did you keep your word the way I asked you to — the way I told you to?"
"J-Jiwoo..."
He clung tightly to her waist, begging her to stop hitting him — an action born of pure instinct.
"Hnn~♡ How can you tell me to keep my word when you couldn't even keep yours...? I don't get it."
She hugged him close and stroked his hair the way one would a puppy.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorryyy... Jiwoo... I'm sorryyy... hhk... p-please don't hit me... please..."
Tears were already streaming down his face. He clung desperately to Jiwoo's body, begging for forgiveness. When she still gave him nothing, he rubbed himself against her thigh and kept saying he was sorry, over and over.
"I was wrong... I-I was wrong..."
"What am I supposed to do when you cling to me like that... it's so fucking hot♡ Hanbyul is small and precious. I have to take care of him... ah..."
She trailed off with a small gasp, as if something had just clicked. The hand stroking him suddenly felt rough.
"You did this with those other bitches too, didn't you. Did you think this would work on me? So it was an act?"
The face that had softened slightly hardened in an instant. That hadn't been his intention at all, and he tried to tell her it was a misunderstanding.
"Ah... I can't do this. Fuck."
"J-Jiwoo...! No, it's really not. I've never done this with anyone else, I swear. Please believe me... please...!!!"
She didn't look like she believed a word.
"J-Jiwoo..."
Hanbyul unwrapped his arms, dropped to his knees, and pressed his palms together, begging for all he was worth. Having tasted the pain once already, the fear on his face was impossible to miss.
"J-Jiwooo... I was wrong..."
Now he wrapped both arms around her ankles and pleaded for forgiveness. His posture sank naturally with it. As his upper body dropped, his shirt slid down in a smooth glide, baring the elegant curve of his waist and the lewd line of his spine.
"I'm sorryyy... Jiwoo..."
His voice trembled. So did his hips — as if he were trying to be cute. Jiwoo had gone without sex for quite some time, and now this situation, this sight of Hanbyul, had her lust climbing past the boiling point, ready to explode.
Hanbyul, cowering like a dog at her feet — she wound her fingers through his hair and yanked him upright.
"AAAAH..!!! I-I was wrong... I'm sorry... I won't do it again...!"
"Hey♡ Anyone watching would think I beat you every single day."
Jiwoo's signature icy, frigid atmosphere, paired with a genuinely furious face he had never seen before. She herself had never been on the receiving end of anything like this, so she had no way of understanding that to the already gentle, fragile Hanbyul, she had become an object of terror.
"Hey. While I'm still being nice, just shut up and follow me."
As if he were her personal property, the Queen dragged Hanbyul by the hair toward the master bedroom. The once-quiet house had been transformed into something thoroughly grim. As he was hauled along he kicked and flailed, still trying to resist.
Thud!
"Guhk..!"
She drove a punch into his stomach. He sucked in a gasping breath, his body trembling like a leaf, and then went limp.
"You should've done this from the start..."
She clicked her tongue once, and then Jiwoo disappeared into the master bedroom with Hanbyul.
Click.
The door to the master bedroom — now the boundary between heaven and hell — swung shut. And the living room fell silent, as if the commotion had never happened at all.
"AAAH!!!"
A moan burst from Hanbyul's mouth as he was slammed onto the floor. And along with it came a soft click — but in his dazed state, there was no way Hanbyul heard that sound.
"Ahhnnngh... p-please stop... I was wrong... Jiwoo..."
Watching Hanbyul tremble like a puppy, Yang Jiwoo felt her sadism boil over. As if to frighten him, she padded over like a cat and climbed on top of her husband's body.
"What, am I gonna eat you alive...?"
She raised the tip of her index fingernail and dragged it in one long stroke from his throat down to his navel.
"Haaunnngh..!"
The sensation sent shivers racing through him. Hanbyul couldn't tell if it was pleasure or fear. And with that, Jiwoo began to do whatever she wanted, however she pleased.
Sniff~♡
The first thing she had wanted to do... she buried her nose in the nape of his neck and drank him in.
"Hwaaaang~!!! It feels so good..♡"
It delivered a satisfaction more densely packed than anything she had ever smelled before. Jiwoo's hips trembled as she feasted on the nape of his neck.
"Slurp... sluuurp... slurp... sluuurp..♡"
Sweet♡ So sweet♡ Fuck, it's so good. I mean it, it's so fucking good..!
"Haaunnngh..! D-don't... ahh♡"
The married man was quickly steeped in pleasure. Seeing her husband enjoying himself when she was the only one who should be satisfied, she frowned and set out to scare him again.
"You changed your perfume, huh?"
Hanbyul had been wearing a rather provocative expression the whole time she wordlessly sniffed and licked him. But at Jiwoo's words — spoken with vacant eyes as she tilted her head — he froze like stone.
"How many women did you meet for the scents to be this mixed up...? And lavender? What kind of bitch is she, for this scent to be this strong? And it seems really recent, too..."
The thoughts in her head spilled out of her mouth one after another. She had only meant to scare him, but the more she turned it over, the more things didn't add up. And now even this — the way he was acting — started to look like he was putting on a cute little performance. He still didn't seem to have learned his lesson, and she was getting angry thinking about how she was supposed to train this slave of hers.
"And you clearly said you'd wait. Clean. For me. You broke that from the very start, didn't you?"
"Uh... ah... ah..."
Jeon Hanbyul couldn't form words, as if he'd been struck with aphasia.
"Ha... fuck. Are you playing dumb, or what."
So angry a vein stood out on her forehead, Jiwoo pulled her phone from her pocket and played a recording.
"Lying about working out and the part-time job, eight missed calls, and making Jia cry. When I get home, you're going to take it all at once. Got. It?"
"I-I understand... honey. I'll wait for you clean."
"That's right. You clearly said. Clean. Didn't you?"
"Y-yeah!"
"Did you hear that?"
Hanbyul felt a chill crawl up his spine at Jiwoo's obsession. It was so extreme he wondered if she really needed to go this far.
"Ah, and you broke one more thing, didn't you?"
"When you go on the trip, send me videos every day."
"This too."
On the phone screen, every single call they had ever had was saved as a recording.
"Tada♡ I even documented them."
She also showed him that she had transcribed the call recordings and saved them as files.
"See? You didn't keep your promise, did you...? So why the fuck didn't you keep it."
"Th-that's not..."
Even as he felt fear at this fanatical obsession, a warm, tingling thrill rose up in Hanbyul.
"What's not. Ah? Did you say that because I left one out?"
She flipped the phone around, tapped it for a moment, then played another one. Until just now she had been playing them loud enough to hear without holding the phone close. Now she pressed it right against his ear.
"The fuck are you talking about, you bastard. That's it. I'm coming over. Wait for me, you whore. You like other women that much? Fine. I'll fuck you so hard you won't even be able to think about another woman. You heat-crazed married slut."
"Heh~?"
A gleam flashed in her eyes, and for a split second a smile appeared. That smile was soaked in the Queen's resolve to show him through action, and in thick, dripping lust. Perhaps it was because he felt that lofty, inescapable presence.
"...!!! Nnnnngh!!!"
Hanbyul thrashed reflexively, thinking he had to run. But she already had the dominant position. His struggle was meaningless.
"Hnn...♡ I don't think so. Where do you think you're going, trying to get away from me♡"
Jiwoo tossed the phone she'd been holding onto the floor and stripped off her top.
"Kh..."
His gaze drifted toward her before he could stop it, drawn by the red, sensual bra.
"You. Perverted. Bastard."
She reached behind her back and unhooked it, her breasts spilling free. Hanbyul found himself pinned beneath her completely naked body. The Queen flicked her tongue and spoke.