Karma (9)
Nnh...
So bright. Was it morning already?
For reasons she couldn't quite place, she felt wonderful today. Something really good had happened yesterday—she was sure of it.
"Mmm..."
Like a newborn calf, she forced her eyes open—they wouldn't quite focus—and with a slightly vacant look on her face, she tried to recall what had made this morning feel so sweet.
"...?"
She thought on it for a long while. Then her head rose and fell, ever so slightly, and she felt a warmth that wasn't her own.
Ah. That's right. Hanbyul was here ♡
The "pillow" beneath her rose and fell with every breath, and the presence of another person became unmistakable.
Feeling someone else's warmth... so this is how good it feels.
It was as if every anxious, difficult hour she'd endured was being paid back in full. She was reminded, all over again, that this was what a married couple was supposed to be—drawing strength from the simple fact of each other—and for the first time in what felt like ages, she felt that vanished warmth of married life settle back into her bones.
I'm happy... ♡
Should I make up with Hanbyul right now and go back to the way things were?
Should I stop the education and just live normally again?
Maybe it was the calm in her chest, but all sorts of thoughts came drifting in.
If she told her mother, the answer would probably be something like, You still haven't come to your senses. You need to wreck him until he shakes every time he looks at you.
And even if she trusted him, he might go right back to acting like a slut and disappoint her all over again. She agreed with that, to a point. A person's nature didn't change that easily.
Treat him gently, and Hanbyul would absolutely mess up again. So this time, she was going to keep educating him—with new methods ♡
"Hanbyul~ ♡"
Jiwoo sat up, using the naked, sleeping Hanbyul as her pillow. Her body traced an elegant line, like a woodland doe stepping out of the trees to a spring, all alluring curves on display.
"Hanbyul~ How long are you planning to sleep~? Your wife is up. The least you could do is say good morning."
Hanbyul slept on, breathing soft and even. Normally she would have just watched him in silence. But she'd decided things would be different for as long as the education lasted. She bit down on his nipple and started sucking.
"Eek!!!! S-stop! I'm awake! I said I'm awake!"
He tried to push Jiwoo's head away with both arms and discovered he couldn't. The forgotten mix of pain and pleasure came rushing back, and Hanbyul remembered, all at once, that he was still being educated.
"I told you to say good morning. Guess you didn't hear me?"
She went for his nipple again.
"I-I'm sorryyy...! J-Jiwoo... d-did you sleep well?"
The wife who was normally so tender and kind. The wife who turned sharp as a cat and burned with jealousy the moment another woman entered the picture. That Jiwoo—so charming, so lovable—
S-she's scary...
The way she treated him now—so severe you couldn't have drawn a drop of blood if you pricked her with a needle—was nothing but terrifying.
Meanwhile, Jiwoo couldn't hide her arousal as she looked at Hanbyul, who gazed at her and her alone like the picture of a devoted husband.
Hahh... this is so fucking hot.
"Yeah. I slept well. So what are you doing?"
"Huh?"
Still on his back, Hanbyul asked what he was supposed to do.
"Oh, come on... Do I really have to spell even this out for you?"
"Ugh... ah..."
He realized her lust-glazed eyes were locked on his mouth. Figuring she wanted a kiss, he parted his lips a little and flicked his tongue.
"Khhn ♡ You want a morning kiss? Fine."
Hanbyul was subjected to a half-forced morning kiss. Their tongues tangled obscenely, making vulgar wet sounds, and before he knew it his own tongue had gone slack.
"Huh? What... you don't like it?"
"N-no...! There's no way I wouldn't like it... ♡"
Just yesterday he'd still been resisting and talking back. Now he was blushing and behaving so meekly that Jiwoo was secretly delighted.
That's it. Look only at me.
"You've gotten pretty well-behaved. Looks like the education is starting to pay off?"
"Yeah... I won't resist anymore... so go easy on the pain... Jiwoo..."
Tears welled up, ready to spill at the slightest tap, and her protective instincts flared. In an instant the Queen pulled Hanbyul into her arms and patted him like a baby.
"Of course. As long as my Hanbyul is a good boy and looks only at me, I'll ne~ver do anything too mean."
"O-okay..."
"Then let's see if you really mean it."
She hooked his tongue out with her fingers and—chomp!—bit down.
"Hik!!! Nnnngh...! J-Jiwoo! Ghk!"
"Slurp... Oh? You just hated that, didn't you? You said you wouldn't, just a second ago. Was that a lie?"
Her mouth pulled away with a wet sound. Faint teeth marks remained on Hanbyul's tongue.
"I-I didn't hate it..."
"Really?"
She asked again, as if to make absolutely sure.
"I-it's not a lie..."
"Alright, then. I'll believe you this once."
A brief half-beat of silence.
"If you're lying. I'll cut your tongue off."
She delivered it with a face that could kill.
"Hic—!"
The atmosphere had turned so suddenly vicious that Hanbyul hiccuped without meaning to. It was a symptom that only ever appeared when he was with Jiwoo.
"Kyaa~ ♡ Did you just hiccup? Cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute cute"
She mashed his face into her chest and hugged him tight, rocking him back and forth.
"Nngh... mmph..."
Hanbyul figured he was fine as long as he could still breathe.
"Huh...?"
She looked down at her husband with unfocused eyes.
"You were thinking about tits just now, weren't you?"
"N-no I wasn't..."
The instant the words left his mouth, she dug into his armpit. The crease had been folded all night, sticky with sweat, and she plunged her long fingers straight in.
"Hgk!"
It was his most sensitive spot. Just being touched there made his whole body shake.
"I knew it. This is our Hanbyul's weakest spot ♡ If you weren't thinking about tits, I could make you feel even better."
Back in high school she'd tormented his armpits constantly, so she knew his weak points inside and out.
"But why—when you're in my arms—were you thinking about some other bitch's tits?"
Hanbyul had been thinking about breasts, yes. Just not another woman's. He shot her a faintly indignant look, but she didn't give him a chance to explain. She slathered body lotion on her fingers and drove them into his armpit.
"Hwoooooh!!!"
Slick, sticky, and unbearably sensitive.
"I sweeeeear!!! I-I swear it...!!! I absolutely was not thinking about another woman's tits!!! Nnghiiiit ♡"
"Another woman? So you were thinking about tits, then?"
She twisted the hand buried in his armpit, rummaging this way and that.
"I-I'm sorryyy... J-Jiwoo... I-I love your tits ♡ I love your tits so much I thought about them without meaning to... Hwooooh!!! S-stop it... ♡"
His armpit pulsed, exhaling hot air. Lotion clung to it like semen. And Hanbyul, melted.
Jiwoo flushed at being told he liked her breasts.
"R-really...? You like my tits...?"
"Y-yeah... Jiwoo... ♡ I-I mean it... I l-love them so much... ♡ I love you...! Oohk...!!!"
"Alright. Then leave a kiss mark over here that says you love me."
She shoved her twitching pussy over Hanbyul's face—no, ground it against his mouth.
"Mmph..! Ghk! W-wai— khhh... khh!"
"Hm? You're not sucking very well...? Want me to help you do it properly?"
She wore the innocent face of a child playing with insects like toys, an expression that didn't comprehend Hanbyul's suffering at all.
She lifted her hips for a moment, giving him a chance to breathe.
"I-I'm fine! Jiwoo...! I-I'll do it myself. Just relax..."
Then he craned his neck up and desperately rubbed, licked, and sucked, working her as hard as he could.
Slurp. Slurp.. suck.. sluuurp. Pop~ ♡
"Hhang~ ♡ So desperate. You don't have to be that scared. As long as you do it right, I won't get mad. Re.lax ♡"
At those words, his tonguework loosened a little. The sudden slump in his efforts earned him a lash of irritation.
"Of course, if you spill what I squeeze out, there will be punishment."
Obscene sounds filled the master bedroom from early morning, and a woman's moans rose with them.
"Haang.. hhang.. there.. right there..! Hwaaaang~ ♡"
Yang Jiwoo grabbed Hanbyul's head outright and ground her pussy against him, forcing his tongue to slam into her clit.
"Hwoohk.. nngh.. khak.."
She used Hanbyul's pained sounds like a side dish.
"I-I'm cuuuming.. ♡♡♡"
Her hips shuddered violently as she gushed. The married man opened his mouth and gulped it down, thinking he had to drink every drop. It had a faint peach scent, though the aftertaste was a little fishy, but he endured and drank it all.
"Puhhhh..."
"Wow... you managed to drink it all, huh? If you can do this well, why were you like that yesterday? You should've just done it right from the start."
"Hweeeh.. I-I dunnoo.."
Hanbyul's belly had swollen from all the juices he'd swallowed. She stroked the tadpole-like bulge—and then said something that would strike terror into anyone who heard it.
"There's still more left, though. Don't let your guard down ♡"
"U-uugh..?"
She shoved herself back into her husband's mouth and released a different liquid entirely. Water flooded in with no time to prepare—
"Mgyaaa!!! Pbbububub!!!"
He couldn't even hold it. He sprayed it right back out.
"Aah. I warned you, and you threw it up?"
"Nmmmuuuuuh!!!! Nmmuu! Mkgkuuuh!!!!"
It dribbled out, splattered everywhere, and still it kept coming, forcing him to swallow.
"Guess I'll have to punish you for this? Last night you barely lasted at all. Today you'll have to go even longer than yesterday, right?"
She rubbed her swollen clit against Hanbyul's dazed face, displaying the Queen's untouchable, dripping sensuality.