Karma (11)
Lately, I’ve been in a good mood.
I whisper love to Hanbyul until I’m sick of it, and we make love the same way. Ah… scratch that. “Sick of it” is the wrong phrase entirely.
These days, the same blissful routine keeps repeating itself — the kind that could melt me clean away. I could live this forever on an endless loop and die happy.
But what is that sound I’ve been hearing for a while now?
Slap. Slap. Slap.
That vulgar wet noise only ever comes out when we’re joined together, and it was right up against my ear. The second I heard it, panic flared — was it Jia and Hanbyul? — but then the pleasure hit me straight on, and it took a moment to accept what was actually happening.
Hnnngh…
I’d cracked my eyes open that morning chasing a kind of good feeling I’d never known before… and there it was. The shameless sight of him hoisting my legs high, panting, hips working away.
You filthy little thing~♡
He was so cute, so earnest, that a laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it.
“Euhng~?”
I’d been quietly testing how far he’d go on his own. A shame he noticed. The second our eyes met he froze mid-thrust, as if he’d been bracing for me to explode.
Gulp.
He swallowed hard.
“Ah… y-you’re awake…?”
“What do you think you’re doing…?”
I wasn’t actually angry, but I put on a show of it anyway.
“I… I couldn’t wait. I ate Queen’s pussy without permission. P-punish me…”
Hanbyul stuck his tongue out long and flat and sucked on his own fingers with wet little slurp-slurp sounds. Day by day he was turning into more of a shameless little minx.
This… incubus…♡
Doing something this adorable first thing in the morning just so he’d get punished…♡
It still didn’t feel real that the slightly prickly, aloof Hanbyul I used to know could become this obedient, this abject. If I’d known he could change this easily back in our high-school days, I would have started training him a lot sooner.
“Then I’ll give you your punishment…?”
“Ah…?”
I shoved him back with the sole of my foot. His cock slipped free with a lewd little pop, glossy and dripping with my slick, twitching in a way that made any woman lick her lips. I kept pushing until he was sitting at the edge of the bed.
He’d been bracing for a real punishment, eyes bright with anticipation — and when I put distance between us instead, he looked up at me with pure resentment.
“Disappointed?”
“Nngh… n-no, I’m not…”
“No, I’m nooot~”
“Don’t copy me…!”
“Dwon’t cowpy mwe! Puhahaha!!!”
“…”
He was genuinely sulking now.
It had been a long time since I’d seen Hanbyul pout like that. In a school uniform, or literally any clothes at all, it would have been unbearably cute. Stark naked with nothing but a raging hard-on, though… it just looked like he was begging even harder to get fucked.
“Fine. Hanbyul♡”
I stretched out one long, elegant leg and began dragging the sole of my foot over the full length of his cock. The entire flat of my foot molded to him like a hand, pressing and lifting, teasing him with every pass.
“Hnnn… hngh…”
“Feels so good you’re dying, doesn’t it…? Such a pervert.”
Every time my foot moved, his hips jerked. His lips parted. His eyes went hazy and blank.
He’s too precious♡
I spread my big toe and second toe and pinched the head of his cock between them.
“Hyaaakh!!!”
Precome welled from his slit and smeared sticky-wet between my toes.
“Whaat? Feels good when I touch you?”
“Heeungh… Jiwoo… Noona…♡”
“…”
It should have felt good. “Noona” was the one word I’d wanted to hear from Hanbyul more than anything back in high school.
But ever since I’d learned about that other Jiwoo — the one with the heavy, full body — the word had started to sound like it wasn’t meant for me at all. Like he was saying it to her.
“Why does ‘noona’ suddenly piss me off so much…?”
I crushed the head of his cock hard between my toes.
“Kh… khhk…! J-Jiwoo… wh-why all of a sudd— khhk…”
“I don’t know. I’m just suddenly in a bad mood.”
I’d meant to draw it out, make him suffer a little more sweetly — but the heat under my skin wouldn’t let me.
“Lie down.”
“Y-yes…♡”
He still had no idea I was actually angry. Of course he didn’t. Thinking about it now, it was strange enough that a dog in heat could flip personalities overnight. I had a duty to correct that. So I said nothing, and simply swallowed his cock whole.
“Aah, it’s incredible…!!! Honey, y-your pussy feels so gooood…♡ Aaaah…! I’m gonna— I’m cumming…!!!”
Hanbyul thrashed and overacted in a way he never usually did.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrt!!!
The orgasm itself wasn’t fake — I’d worked him just desperately enough that he came the second I took him in — but I knew exactly what Hanbyul sounded like when he was truly lost in pleasure. So this theatrical performance, this forced little show put on to satisfy his wife… in a word, it was bullshit.
He was mixing in that coy, coquettish tone on purpose, trying to make me feel good.
Not a chance.
“Transparent.”
“Eh?”
“You didn’t even like it. When you did it with that other Jiwoo, you probably shot like a fountain, didn’t you? Writhing under those fat tits, whining like a bitch? Big-titted sluts really are better, huh? You must’ve been out of your mind panting under her, you filthy little whore.”
I genuinely wanted to meet that Jiwoo once. Just to see what she was like.
“Th-that’s not… that was…”
“See? You can’t even talk.”
“If you love me, drop all of that and focus on me. Cum for me alone. Stop with this forced, half-assed crap.”
I glared down at him and wrenched his chest hard enough to tear, soft flesh and stiff nipples grinding into my palms.
“Khhuh♡ Look at this. Look. Without me, this body of yours would’ve been passed around like trash.”
“Hyaaaooh…♡ J-Jiwoo…”
“Why would you do that? Why pretend it felt good all of a sudden? Why say things that get under my skin for no reason?”
“I-I’m sorry… Jiwoo… I’ll d-do it properly… I won’t say weird things… p-please don’t hit me…”
Ordinarily I might have stopped at forgiveness. But once the words heavy and chest had started circling in my head, there was no chance of that.
“It hurt yesterday too, and that was what finally made you feel it. Isn’t this better for both of us? I get to feel love this way…♡ Right?”
I pulled Hanbyul’s upper body up and crushed him into a tight embrace. Both hands braced like spikes, I drove my nails straight into his back.
“Aah… it huuurts… stooop!! I’m sorry… honey…!!!”
His skin gave way softly. Blood beaded up along the crescent cuts my nails left behind.
“‘I’m sorry’ isn’t it. What did I tell you? I told you to feel it. Feel it. Drown in the pleasure, shoot your cum, and climax.”
Maybe this had already stopped being about training and become pure, mindless cruelty. I knew that.
But what was I supposed to do?
I liked things the way they were now. Hanbyul, who no longer ran, who did whatever I told him. My will sitting higher than his.
You’re never getting away. You can’t leave me. Hanbyul♡
“Does it feel good?”
I bit into the nape of his neck, pinched his back, and put my full weight into grinding down on him. It hurt. It burned. It exhausted him — and still.
“It feels goooood!!!! It feels so good!!! Hyaaaaaaakh!!!”
He forced the suggestion into himself: that he was nothing but a sex toy drowning in pleasure.
“There wasn’t a shred of feeling in that!! So you really don’t love me, do you?”
My eyes went dull and cloudy.
“I-I love you! My cock loves it so muuuch!!!”
In the end, Hanbyul twisted even his own will just to survive — straining to become the Hanbyul Jiwoo wanted.
“Is that so?”
I clenched and released around him, milking him from head to root with a suction like a mouth.
Brrrrrrrrrrrt!!!
I wrung another orgasm out of him.
“Aah… you came first again. So you still prefer the big-titted bitch after all…?”
Jiwoo’s eyes were all but dead. Frost clung to every word she spat.
“Th-that’s not true… believe me, Jiwoo…”
“Looks like you need a sharper punishment. It might hurt, but prove your love with everything you’ve got.”
“I-I don’t waaant!!!”
Hanbyul’s single scream sealed it. What the Queen called education was handed down as a death sentence.
She used the fact that he wouldn’t cum from violent play as an excuse to rage at him — feel it and cum.
“See! It feels better when it hurts, doesn’t it? That’s what this filthy body of yours is saying!”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Hanbyul screamed the opposite of everything he felt. No matter how much it hurt, he insisted it felt too good, desperately trying to deceive himself.
Even when she bit his nipples raw and left tooth marks, blood welling up. Even when the head of his cock swelled red and angry. Even when bruises bloomed all over his body…
By the time the “lesson” finally ended — fortunately(?) — Hanbyul had become Jiwoo’s personal sex slave.
“Hweeeeh…”
He let his tongue loll out around the fingers she’d shoved into his mouth. Tears sliding down both cheeks made it obvious how much pain he’d endured… but that didn’t matter.
What I wanted was a Hanbyul who loved me♡
At last, Hanbyul could feel real pleasure through me.
I pressed a soft little mwah of a kiss to the head of his cock.
“Euhok! Ogogogogogok!!!!”
Brrrrrrrrrt!!!
Hanbyul came spectacularly.
“You can finally cum properly. Good boy. That’s my Hanbyul~♡”
“Heukh… hweeeh…”
“Fufu♡ Honestly, what a filthy, obedient little body. No room left to doubt it — you’re the perfect personal dildo husband, aren’t you?”
“Yeheeeh…”
After fixing the torn door, the couple sat side by side on the bed, spending the night by the light of a single lamp.
“Hanbyul. Do you know what I did whenever I got lonely on those overseas business trips?”
She turned to look at him.
“Hm…? What did you do…?”
Hanbyul turned the same way, meeting her eyes.
“I listened to this♡”
She pulled up a recording, hit play on the edited file — and his own voice poured out without end.
“Honey, I love you~♡”
“I love you♡ Jiwoo♡”
“Honey, I love you~♡”
“I love you♡ Jiwoo♡”
“Honey, I love you~♡”
“I love you♡ Jiwoo♡”
“……….”
His own voice, looping without rest. Whispering love to Jiwoo, over and over and over.
“Ah…”
“Well? Can you feel my love?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Liar.”
Jiwoo knew the answer had been forced. She climbed straight on top of him and wrapped both hands around his throat.
“Liarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliar.”
“Urgh… kkh… Jiwoo… s-stop…!”
“I can’t. Don’t you dare think straight today. Or tomorrow either♡”
Until dawn broke, the master bedroom rang with nothing but one man’s tear-choked cries of pleasure.