The Cleansing Gift
Im Jeong-ok, the widow maid's devoted slave, the trainer for the protagonist's mother, the trainer for his prospective mother-in-law, and the stepmother turned slave. She had been gripped by a pounding excitement these past few days.
Recently, amid her growing inner anxiety, Han Taeyang had soothed her with his sweet voice. Promising a gift that stirred her anticipation, his words left her heart fluttering as she eagerly awaited her husband's return, neck craned in longing. And at last, he came back.
Gazing at him—looking even more dashing today than ever—Im Jeong-ok sat in the room, brimming with thick anticipation. What could it be? ... The gift Master prepared...
She couldn't know for sure. But since her husband knew her desires better than anyone, it wasn't hard to guess it was something tied to pleasure. Something to soothe her body, starved for intimacy these lonely days.
Her anxious wait ended when he finally pushed open the door and stepped inside. But...
"...? Husband, what is this?"
A bizarre object she'd never seen before. Made of bamboo, with a shape that seemed to pump something like air in and out. Im Jeong-ok voiced her confusion as she stared at it.
Han Taeyang set a large tub of water before her. With a faint salty scent wafting from it, her husband flashed a deep smile.
"I'll explain slowly. First, you've emptied yourself properly, right?"
"Pardon? ... Ah... yes. I have."
Understanding his meaning, Im Jeong-ok blushed faintly. It was still embarrassing, but a thrill of excitement stirred in her heart as well. He's going to do it again today... I expected it, but... I'm so happy...
The pleasure from her pussy was wonderful, but ever since that fateful coupling, she'd fallen deep into the ecstasy of anal bliss. She knew it was utterly depraved. Yet the profound sense of taboo and overwhelming pleasure it brought made her crave it endlessly.
Amid this thick anticipation, Han Taeyang caressed her body, slowly stripping her bare. His touch—rough yet laced with deep affection—warmed her chilled skin, filling her with joy even before they began. Im Jeong-ok pressed her lips to her husband's.
"Haah... haa..."
Her body heated rapidly, though they'd only just started. Burning with intense arousal, she could no longer contain her thirst. She flipped onto her stomach atop the bedding, hiking up her undergarments herself.
"Hngh... H-husband... please... give it to me quickly... to this girl... your grace..."
Her voice dripped with pleading. At the same time, she parted her most desired spot—her anus, now hotter than her pussy—with her fingers.
"Very well. But first... you must receive the gift I prepared."
"Pardon? The gift... you mean?"
Only then did it catch her eye. Staring at the tub brimming with saltwater, bewilderment crept across Im Jeong-ok's face.
"H-husband...?"
"You need a thorough cleaning before taking your husband inside. With water, nice and clean."
"Wh-what do you... how will you clean with that...!!! Ngh!!!"
The next instant, the bamboo tip plunged into her anus. Perfectly fitted, it brought a strange sensation unlike anything she'd felt before.
"Hngh... H-husband, wh-what are you... nnghaaaah!!!!!!"
Saltwater flowed into her depths. Warm and soft, it filled her bowels completely, introducing a new cocktail of pain and pleasure she'd never known.
...What... what is this? ... I-I've never... why does it feel so... hnghaaaah!!!
The sensation of her belly rapidly swelling was utterly different from taking his cock or seed. Unlike those with limits, this filled her to the bursting point.
"Guh... grrrgh... ngh..."
Im Jeong-ok groaned in agony. Her gut felt heavy and painful, like a woman in her ninth month. An overwhelming urge to expel it seized her.
"N... ngh... H-husband... th-this girl... can't hold... can't hold anymore... p-please, let me go to the privy..."
Struggling to rise, she tried to stand. But...
"How could you make it to the privy in that state? Just let it out right here."
"! I... I can't... ngh!"
Even from her husband, she couldn't obey. No matter how depraved she'd become for anal, how could she defecate in the bedroom like a beast? The mere thought was humiliating beyond endurance.
Forcing herself to hold it, she struggled to stand. But...
~Gurgle... gurgle...
"Hnnngh!!!"
A grotesque rumble and fierce pressure. The desperate need to release shook her mind.
No... not here... this is our bedchamber... husband is watching... h-how could I... ngh...
Staggering, sweat beading on her brow, legs trembling like they might give out, her swollen belly weighing her down like lead. Barely clinging to her senses, Im Jeong-ok took a shaky step forward.
"!!! W-wait... H-husband... nnngh!!!"
The next moment, Han Taeyang grabbed her, slipping a finger into her anus. Teasing the barely-clenching ring, his touch forced one inevitable act upon her.
"St-stop... please stop... I beg you... H-husband... if you keep... this girl will... can't... hnnnnghaaaah!!!!"
Despite her pleas, his fingers grew bolder, mercilessly stimulating her sealed entrance. It delivered grotesque pleasure while eroding her last shreds of restraint.
And... finally...
"Ah... ah... no... it's... coming... out! GRRRRAAAAAAGHIIIIIIIINNNNGGG!!!!!!!!"
Im Jeong-ok's face drained pale. Her trembling legs buckled, collapsing her to the floor.
And...
~Spluuuurt...
A geyser erupted from her anus. Extreme relief washed over her, mingled with bizarre ecstasy and the snap of something deep inside. Tears streamed from her eyes.
Thankfully, she'd emptied beforehand, so it wasn't filthy. And Han Taeyang had positioned a chamber pot just in time, sparing the floor.
Yet the humiliation remained crushing. To void herself here, before her husband—it was shame enough to bow her head forever.
"Hnnngh... uuh..."
Clutching her flushed face, Im Jeong-ok shuddered. Then, Han Taeyang spoke softly to her.
"How long will you stay like that? Now we begin."
"! ... Pardon? What do you... !!!"
A sudden, vivid sensation. Feeling his cock caress her anus, her shame-shaken body filled with shock.
"H-husband...?"
"Isn't this what you wanted? We even cleaned it... but if you hate it, we can stop."
"...Uuh..."
Im Jeong-ok blushed deeper at his words. The ordeal was alien and mortifying. But if it was preparation for him...
Her answer was singular.
"G-give it... to this girl... to... that place... your cock..."
She shyly spread her dripping anus. Smiling deeply at her submission, Han Taeyang thrust inside.
"!!! GRRRRAAAAGH!!!"
The prior 'cleaning' made every inch crystal clear. Reveling in his cock churning her depths, Im Jeong-ok wailed like a sow in rut.
"Hiiiing! H-husband! S-so good... amazing! Deeper... deeper... into this girl's shameful hole!! HNNNGGRRRRAAAAAIIIIIIGHHH!!!"
Forgetting her recent shame, she thrashed wildly. Watching her, Han Taeyang savored manly triumph, pounding rougher.
Drinking in his perfectly trained 'wife'...
That makes... two...