Karma (14) — Catfight 3
Thirty minutes on his knees, walking like a dog.
They'd been circling the restroom in a wide, meandering loop — a walk that was anything but a walk. The entire time, Jiwoo's hands never left Hanbyul's ass, groping it, kneading it, spanking it again and again.
Hah... I can't take this...
And bit by bit, Hanbyul began to understand why they'd come here. Back at the convenience store, he hadn't understood why she'd bought that 1.25-liter bottle of water. On the way over, she'd kept pouring him cup after cup, far more than he needed — that had seemed strange, too. He'd figured it was just because it was summer.
It was only after they'd arrived, after thirty minutes of crawling like a dog while she molested him, after he'd been made to drink every last drop of that water, that he finally understood. He'd finished all of it. Which meant a very particular biological need was about to announce itself. The moment the realization hit, he could feel his bladder swelling, the urge to go building with every second.
"J-Jiwoo... I really need to pee..."
"Sorry, what? Must've misheard you."
She yanked the leash and his body came with it. Both hands flew to his throat as he thrashed and struggled.
"Hey. You mutt~♡"
"Woof...! Woof woof!"
He rubbed his thighs together, shoved a hand between them, and looked up at her with a face so pitiful it hurt — anything to get across that he needed a bathroom. His owner was in no hurry to grant him permission.
"Aww~ You need to go potty? But you've gotta do this one thing first, right?"
She pulled out the dog chew she'd been hiding the whole time and tossed it on the ground.
"Our puppy's gotta eat his favorite chew~"
Jiwoo wanted to dismantle more than his pride. She wanted his dignity itself in pieces. But Hanbyul was far too desperate to care. He went for the chew with his mouth, no hesitation at all, and forced himself to gnaw on the hard, flavorless thing, licking it in raw submission.
"Hahh... mmph... hahh..."
Click.
"...?"
The sound of a shutter. Hanbyul froze mid-chew and stared blankly into the lens.
"What are you stopping for? Eat."
Now she was recording video. The phone hovered so close to his face it was suffocating, and he stopped what he was doing, dropped his head, and tried to read the room.
"Wow... would you look at that attitude?"
She seized a fistful of his hair and shook his head hard.
"Nngh..!"
"Why isn't my puppy listening to his owner? You want to get punished? Is this your way of begging for more attention?"
Tears welled up in place of a denial, and he tried to finish the chew — only for her to cut him off.
"Hey. Suck."
She tossed the spit-soaked chew aside and held out her index finger. Hanbyul hesitated, unsure whether he was really supposed to do this. Then he remembered licking Jia's entire hand, and he took the finger into his mouth in one go.
"Mmph..."
"Hnnngh~♡"
Jiwoo's hips shuddered. The way Hanbyul looked right now, combined with what he was doing, was devastating. That tongue peeking out between his lips set a woman's heart on fire. That desperate expression made her womb throb.
"Okay... th-that's enough. You can go now♡"
Her voice was thick with leftover heat as she finally gave him permission. The words had barely left her mouth before Hanbyul tried to scramble to his feet and bolt for the restroom. He didn't make it three seconds.
"Ghk...! Cough, cough!"
"If you're a dog, you pee like a dog — leg up. Why would you try to use a people's bathroom...?"
He stared up at his wife with eyes that begged her to just let this one thing go.
"Ah. You've still got clothes on — it might splash. How thoughtless of me. Sorry~ Owner'll strip you♡"
She twisted his meaning, crushed that last scrap of hope, and kept going.
"D-don't...♡"
"Are you giving your owner orders?"
His privates were bared in an instant. He tried to cover himself with both hands —
Yank!
She jerked the leash and his hands fell away.
"Alright, time to go?"
"Kh..."
His hands drifted toward his throat, but the spikes on the collar kept him from touching it. He scowled up at her again, a silent protest that this was too much —
Smack!
The price of defiance was his cheek.
"Ah..!"
"Next time, it's this."
Jiwoo clenched a fist and let him see the strength in it. Struggling, resisting, anything at all — none of it worked, and he knew it by now.
"..."
He decided to accept the situation. And as a sign of that acceptance... he put both hands and both knees on the ground, lifted one leg, and held the posture of a dog.
"You're gonna go right here in the middle of the path? Dogs pee on walls or trees, you know...?"
Thanks to his wife's sudden, untimely concern for canine authenticity, Hanbyul made his way across the open field to the restroom wall.
"J-Jiwoo..."
"What?"
He struck that same vulgar pose as before. The heavy weight of him hung toward the dirt.
Psssssshhhhh...
He let go. Leg lifted like he was marking territory, pale flesh splashed with yellow. A married man's face burned crimson, his ears cooking red with shame. If he'd had a dog's tail, the scene would have been indistinguishable from porn — not that it wasn't already plenty.
He finished and looked up at his owner, a silent question in his eyes: Is it over?
"Gotta shake it off, right?"
Apparently not. He'd already learned — thoroughly — that talking back and resisting were no longer options, so he followed his owner's command and started shaking his ass. The motion sent his cock flopping, slapping against his thighs with a sound so crude it made his ears ring.
Smack. Smack.
"Shake it more♡"
He planted his face in the dirt and rocked violently back and forth. Everything between his legs swung with him, his balls thrashing wildly in time.
"Aigoo... it's still not clean♡"
She set down the leash and the phone she'd been recording with, then covered him from behind while he was still on all fours and started stroking that dripping cock.
"J-Jiwooo!!!"
A moan slipped out of him at the sudden touch, thin and helpless.
"At times like this, shouldn't you say 'woof' instead of my name?"
One hand swept over the whole of his chest. The other worked him with single-minded purpose, coaxing out every last drop, stimulating past the head and all the way into the urethra.
"I-I can't..!"
He thrashed beneath her, pinned and helpless. The resistance meant nothing. It wasn't long before he came.
His whole body seized —
Cum streaked the restroom wall and the grass beyond it. Spurt. Spurt.
She waited until he was finished.
"Oops... I don't have a waste bag. Now what do we do?"
A dark, honeyed smile touched her eyes as she laid Hanbyul flat on the ground.
"Hah... n-nooo..."
Pleasure was melting him from the inside out. He tried to push her away with arms that wouldn't stop shaking — but there was no stopping the face that sank between his legs, philtrum stretched, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
Sluuuuuurp~♡
She sucked so hard the air between her mouth and his cockhead vanished. Every last trace of cum left in his urethra was cleaned out, and she left the head itself glistening.
"Slurp... phew~ All cleaned up?"
"Hahhhh... hhk... y-you're too much..♡"
Hanbyul lay there with both legs spread, his hips trembling uncontrollably. Another new and thoroughly humiliating encounter, carved into a restroom floor.
"Up we go~ Shall we head back home?"
She didn't even give him time to catch his breath. The leash snapped taut and his owner hauled him to his feet. He barely managed to stay upright on legs that shook like a newborn calf's, leaning his entire weight on Jiwoo as they started for home.
"Heheheheh...♡"
Jiwoo was radiant. The fact that he had no choice but to depend on her filled her with a happiness so complete it bordered on indecent. From a distance, it might have looked like a woman dragging a drunk man into a motel...
"No... this can't be... this isn't..."
The man in front of her was nothing like the oppa she'd imagined, and Yerim was busy denying it with everything she had — even as something else boiled up underneath.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck... I knew he'd be like this..!!!"
Rage and arousal, both of them overflowing. Part of her regretted following them all the way from the convenience store just to see this. Another part of her was already treating it as an opportunity, hanging a thread of hope on what she might do with it.
Hanbyul and Jiwoo, lost in their own little rose-colored world, had no idea that someone behind them was already sharpening the knife.
"Dad, look at the state of you!"
Jia came flying out to the front door, so worried about her father she'd forgotten her mother was even there.
"Ah..."
The sight of his daughter fussing over him made Hanbyul suddenly, painfully aware of what he looked like. He pushed himself off the body he'd been leaning on and reached out.
"Jia..."
Sorry. Embarrassed. He called her name and stretched out a hand — but that hand never reached her.
Yank!
Jiwoo jerked the leash and cut the conversation off cold. She looked every bit the villain in that moment, but it was also the clearest possible demonstration of what her possessiveness and obsession were really worth.
"Mom! Why do you keep treating Dad like this?! Are you seriously doing this right now?"
"Then why do you keep trying to stay glued to him?"
The two women locked eyes, and the standoff began.
"Just stop it. Aren't you embarrassed?"
"Embarrassed about what? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. If anyone should be embarrassed, it's you."
"About what?"
"Whining because you can't get what you want. Getting all hot and bothered just looking at your own father."
"W-what are you talking about?!"
"Oh, please. What am I talking about? Want me to list everything you've done? Right here, right now?"
Jia knew exactly what would happen if those things came out in front of Hanbyul. The color drained from her face in an instant. But as if some unseen hand had chosen her side —
A ringtone cut through the air, and the standoff between the two of them came to an abrupt halt.
Fuck. Why is it me this time.
Last time, it had been Jia who'd had to peel off mid-fight to take a call. Now it was Jiwoo's turn. The ringing cut off before long — then started up again.
That one died just as fast. A moment later, a notification chimed — not on Jiwoo's phone this time, but on Jia's. She'd been keeping it in her pocket on purpose, the same way she had before, ready for a call. Her foresight paid off.
A victorious little smile touched her lips as she looked at the screen. Then she turned it around and held it up for Jiwoo to see.
"Mom? I think you'd better take this call."
Jiwoo's mother. Hanbyul's mother-in-law. Jia's grandmother. King Yama herself — Yang Hyesu.