Karma (10)
"Hmm... We wrapped up with anal yesterday. Should we start with anal again today?"
"Nngh... n-nooo... p-please... Jiwoo... can't we skip that...? Let's do something else. That hurts too much..."
Shame was part of it, but what made Hanbyul shudder and recoil was a pain and a foreignness he felt certain he could never grow used to, not if he lived a hundred years.
"But I've gotten a little curious. If my fingers fit, why wouldn't my whole hand?"
Watching his pupils tremble like aspen leaves, Jiwoo felt the sadism bloom in her all over again.
"I-I'm sorry... I'll drink every last drop next time, I swear. Please go easy on me..."
"It's fine. I'll put on plenty of lotion this time."
A dark shadow fell across Hanbyul's face.
"Y-you put lotion on yesterday too!!! I don't want it...! S-stop...! I don't waaant it!!!"
She scooped her struggling husband up as lightly as a fleshlight and folded him into the ass-spanking position, ass presented, helpless.
"Khhn..."
A grown man, old enough to know better, reduced to this by his own wife. The humiliation burned.
"I'm putting it in, okay?"
Like an untimely shot in the ass from Nurse Jiwoo, Hanbyul took another round of anal whether he wanted it or not.
"Urgh...! Agh!!! Ahhngh..."
"Oh... You're not howling like you did yesterday. Good~ Quiet is so much better♡ Jia might be listening, you know?"
At the sound of Jia's name, his whole body flinched.
"Huh? Why'd you clench even tighter when I mentioned Jia?"
Yesterday's fight still sat in her, and with it a nasty little suspicion that he might actually like Jia more than her. Jiwoo decided, then and there, that she was going to rip those pathetic worries out of her husband by the root.
"P-pull it ouuut... I can't breathe...! Hoooork!"
"Sorry. If I finish too quick, it wouldn't be a punishment, would it? And you're getting more turned on thinking about our daughter? Leaving me out of it?"
The Queen had found a bizarre angle to be angry about, and she was running with it.
"Eekya... eughk...! Nngiiiik!"
"What do you think the problem was? I want you to sit with that. Think about what you should do next time."
Three fingers deep, she worked his prostate until it went slack.
"Die... just... just die alreadyyyy!!!"
His body seized. A violent, shuddering climax tore through him from the first hour of the morning, eyes rolling, body tipping backward—
"How could you say something like that to your beloved wife?"
A sharp smack cracked across his ass.
The way that springy flesh rippled, the way he thrashed and squirmed across her lap like a child — it was so unbearably cute she could hardly stand it.
Hanbyuuul...♡
She wanted to stuff him into a school uniform and do this exact kind of play. The thought alone was filthy beyond measure.
After that she kept going, dressing up her own greed as discipline, watching that soft ass bounce and roll like water under her hand...
"Ah... aahh..."
Drool welled and dripped onto the floor in fat, lazy beads. The anal lesson was over.
"Haha♡ You're completely melted... So cute. Getting horny every single day. This is Hanbyul's fault, right?"
"Yesh... nngh... yeshh..."
"That's right~ You get it now? Our Hanbyul, with that horny body of his, is the one who's wrong. Who told you to be this sexy?"
She stroked his hair and gathered him back into her arms. He might as well have been her comfort doll.
"..."
Jiwoo held him at a measured distance and simply stared at his face. A flicker of expectation showed in her eyes.
"..."
He tried to figure out what she wanted this time and came up empty. She wasn't looking at his mouth. She wasn't looking at his cock. Just his eyes.
"J-Jiwoo...?"
"Say it."
She offered the hint gently, in case he genuinely hadn't caught on.
"Q-Queen...?"
"No. Not that. Tell me you love me♡ Give me some sex appeal♡"
Her breathing had gone high and feverish. She looked at her personal doll with eyes that were just a little unhinged, obsession and madness braided so tightly together that the feeling hit him all at once — he was never getting out.
"Jiwoo... I love youu...♡ Hold me..."
"Khhnn♡"
She granted her husband's request without a second's hesitation, crushing him against her as if she meant to grind his body to dust, burying her nose in the nape of his neck and breathing him in.
"Sniff, sniff, sniff. My scent♡ Hanbyul's body only smells like me now...♡"
Back in high school it had been mixed — other women's scents turning up on him now and then. Now he was saturated in her and her alone.
"I love you... Queeen... Please cherish me with your pussy♡"
Hanbyul had gone into heat himself. The things coming out of his mouth were things he would never, ever have said sober — pure, shameless sex appeal, offered up on a platter.
"I want to bury myself in the Queen's breasts and gasp for air."
"That's exactly it♡ Your body and your heart have to be connected to mine. You can never escape♡"
"Th-that's right... I want to become one with the Queeen...♡"
He rocked his hips up and down, clinging to her.
"Already this excited? I should take it out for you soon, huh...? Slurp...♡"
"Nngh...! Yeshh... I'll be good... I don't have hands or feet, but I'll at least serve you with my cock with everything I've got♡♡♡"
That did it. The last thread of Jiwoo's reason snapped clean, and she came down on him like a wave.
"This is your fault! Why are you this horny?! Huh?! You do this even when we go outside, don't you? I'm going to keep going until you come to your senses. You're the one who's wrong for being this turned on!!!"
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Legs forced wide, both hands fisted in his swaying hair — the Queen milked him in that wrecked, spread-open posture, bouncing on him with a single-minded hunger. Her breasts heaved. Her hair swung. A bewitching crease of a smile sat in her eyes, and her nipples stood in tight, adorable peaks. She worked her hips with the kind of body that could drive a man out of his mind.
"Nngh!! Ahn... ahnah...! Ahh♡"
"Does it feel good?"
She dragged her tongue across his mouth as she asked.
"Yesh... yeshh... Queeen...♡ How's... my cock...?"
He smiled up at her, languid and filthy, writhing his bound body in a desperate little plea — a man in full heat.
"It's the best♡ Having a husband with a masterpiece like this makes me so happy I could die♡"
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Ahhhnngh...! Thank youuu...♡"
She snapped her hips back and a tide of slick burst from her, soaking his face and body as if she were marking her territory.
"Haaang~ You're so fucking sexy♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡ Hanbyul♡"
She bent down and whispered it into his ear without pause, without mercy. The warmth of her body, the shelter of it, the pleasure — Hanbyul's mind went white.
"J-Jiwoooo...!!! I-I love youuuuu...♡♡♡"
His hips bucked hard as he came apart.
"Hooooooooork!!!"
That one sincere line undid her. Jiwoo's mouth went slack, her nose scrunched, and she came with the most vulgar face she had — a long, shuddering climax that emptied her out.
Their endless coupling finally broke.
"Hahh... It's over."
Jiwoo started to collapse on top of him, then twisted at the last second and settled onto her side instead. She turned her head, stroked his hair, and whispered it again.
"Hanbyul, I love you♡"
"Nngok... nngoooht..."
Whether he actually heard any of it was another question entirely.
And then again at lunch.
"If you'd just been good, it wouldn't have hurt at aall~?"
"Hooooork!!! Y-you're riiight... I'll only listen to the Queeeen!!!"
His body seized and spent itself all over again.
"Hanbyul's cock is so pathetic, huh? Can't even last through this...?"
"Q-Queen... your pussy is squeezing too tiiight...♡"
And again at dinner.
"Does it feel good?"
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Nngiiiiiiit!!!"
"Can't even talk? You're basically livestock at this point."
"Khooohk... kroooork...!!!"
And again at midnight.
"J-Jiwooo... s-stooop... I'm really going to diiee..."
"You're not dying, though? And we haven't even hit twenty-nine yet♡ Don't even think about sleeping until we fill the quota."
His head lolled, all the strength gone from his neck, his body jerking in time with hers like something already half-unconscious. Hanbyul had become the Queen's personal masturbation toy, and she was not finished with him.
The next morning.
The couple who had never once left the room — who had done nothing but make love — woke to a change.
"This is how you should've been from the start. If you'd just been good, would anything have hurt?"
The ropes that had bound his limbs had all come undone. Only the marks remained. Hanbyul knelt on the floor.
Jiwoo sat on the bed with her legs crossed, radiating a slightly softened version of the Queen's presence, looking down at him.
"Yes... I was an idiot."
"That's right. Good boy."
"From now on I'll really... really only look at you, Jiwoo, and serve you with everything I've got♡"
The education was finally bearing fruit.
"Then come here♡"
She spread both arms and stuck out her tongue, calling him over. He looked at her with eyes so thoroughly gone on her it was almost pitiful, climbed into her lap, and licked her tongue with painstaking, devoted care.
Lick. Lick.
Sluuurp... slurp... slurp...
She claimed that diligent tongue right back, wet and greedy, and then—
"Did you sleep well, honey♡ Ehehe..."
He gave her a smile so clean and unspoiled it almost hurt, playing cute for his wife with those bright, crinkled eyes.
"..."
A thread of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth.
"H-honey...?"
She stripped off her pajamas and flung them off the bed. In a single motion Jiwoo was naked. Jet-black hair spilled over her chest like a curtain. One hand found her own breast; the other began to stroke the curve of her ass.
"J-Jiwoo...?"
The lewd, vulgar display sent a slow signal down through Hanbyul's body.
I-I have to hold it in...
She was already beautiful — that face, that body — and now she was showing him this. He didn't stand a chance.
A bulge. Rising. And in that exact instant—
"J-Jiwooo!!!"
Jiwoo came down on him all over again. Their love showed no sign of cooling.