Misfortune Strikes in Waves, Part 3
Ugh, uuuugh...!
My mind screamed that I had to stop the dark hands defiling my wife, but my instincts roared at me to keep squeezing.
As reason and instinct waged a fierce tug-of-war, a new sensation rippled through my palm.
Pressed against the center of my hand, my wife's nipple was slowly hardening under the stimulation.
H-Hyeonju... Hyeonjuuu...
My wife was responding to the touch of a man who wasn't me.
The moment I realized this, a dizzying storm of jealousy, arousal, and guilt swept over me.
Desperately calling out her name, I barely managed to stop my hand from reaching down to my own erect cock.
Then, as if mocking my resistance, a maddening heat and a tight, crushing grip seized my other hand.
Squish!
"Mmph?!"
Along with the wet sound of churning mud, my wife's hips arched violently.
A desperate groan escaped her lips as Jang Mansu continued to devour her mouth.
It sounded like a plea for help.
But I turned a blind eye to her desperate plea.
The wet, squelching sensation at my fingertips was so overwhelming that I couldn't focus on anything else.
T-this... No way...
I gasped in horror as I realized what the chilling tightness and damp heat surrounding my index and middle fingers actually were.
I hurriedly looked down at the lower half of her body.
The first thing that caught my eye was a man's thick arm thrust deep inside my wife's snow-white pajama pants.
The arm was tensed so hard that the muscles bulged beneath the skin, pumping violently. I didn't even need to look to know where that hand was and what it was doing.
Jang Mansu's fingers were tearing through my wife's pussy, driven by pure, unadulterated lust.
Squish! Squish! Squelch!
"Mmph, nnh! Hngh... ah...?! Hngh...!"
My wife's legs, which had been limp on the bed, began to tremble. Her muffled, frantic whimpers echoed through the bedroom.
Her back arched like a bow as her body tensed up. Her limp arms shuddered as if having a seizure, a pitiful sight to behold.
Ah, ahh...! Ah...!
I closed my eyes and shivered, overwhelmed by the sensation of my wife's pussy at my fingertips.
Even when we made love, I had never thrust my fingers this deep during foreplay.
My senses registered every detail: the texture of the vaginal ridges against my fingertips, the ecstatic squeeze wrapping around my fingers, and the growing strength of my wife's unconscious resistance.
Under the weight of Jang Mansu's massive, depraved desire, my reason crumbled, and my mind was slowly corrupted.
H-Hngh...! Haa...
I wanted to feel more.
As if merging with Jang Mansu, drool began to drip from the corners of my mouth.
Forcing my eyes open, I stared at my wife and the beast violating her.
Unable to hold her breath any longer under his suffocating kiss, my wife let out painful, choking gasps.
Thud! Thud! Thump!
In a final, desperate act of resistance, her legs thrashed against the sheets and kicked at the empty air, but escaping the beast's grasp was impossible.
Between her thrashing thighs...
The fabric where Jang Mansu's hand was buried gradually darkened, stained by a spreading wet patch of arousal.
Squish! Squelch! Squish!
The wet, squelching sound of her pussy being churned grew louder and deeper.
"Nnh, hngh...! Mmph! Mmm!"
Her agonizing cries leaked continuously through her parted teeth.
Her spine arched and trembled so violently that I feared it might snap.
Her thrashing legs suddenly locked straight, toes pointing as they spasmed. She was straining so hard that the tops of her feet had turned pale.
Ah, ugh...!! Ahhhhh...!!!
I screamed internally at the sight of my wife's pathetic, struggling figure being consumed by Jang Mansu.
Yet, in stark contrast to my rage-filled mind, my cock was on the verge of exploding.
The feel of her lips on my mouth, the softness of her breast in my palm, and the dizzying squeeze of her pussy on my fingertips...
Overwhelmed by the intense heat and ecstatic sensations radiating from my wife, I finally surrendered.
Surrendering to the extreme arousal just as I had the first time I held her, I ended up ejaculating pathetically.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Without even touching myself, thick semen erupted from my shaft, spraying into the air.
It shot out as if trying to reach my wife, but it fell short, splattering miserably onto the floor.
Suddenly, my wife, who was being devoured by another man on the bed, froze completely.
"...!!!"
Her half-closed eyelids flew wide open, and for a fleeting second, a spark of consciousness returned to her vacant eyes.
It was as if the overwhelming wave of physical sensation had temporarily broken through the fog of her narcolepsy.
But that spark vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Then, from the throat that had only been letting out choked, gasping sounds, a raw, passionate moan erupted.
"Nnh, ahhhhhh!"
Squirrrrt!
The loud, rushing sound of fluid spraying from between her thighs harmonized perfectly with her muffled cry.
The fabric of her crotch was instantly soaked, a dark, lewd stain spreading rapidly.
Her limbs twitched uncontrollably, drumming erratically against the bedsheets.
The beast occupying my body, insatiable as ever, kept thrusting his fingers into her climaxing pussy.
Slap, slap, slap, slap!
"Hah, nnh... hngh... ah... ugh..."
The sound of him violently pumping her pussy—veins bulging on his forearm—spread through the room like a nightmare.
Driven wild by the agonizing pleasure of having her hypersensitive, post-orgasmic pussy relentlessly violated, my wife thrashed and let out pained whimpers.
After that final spasm, she suddenly went completely limp, as if she had given up on everything.
She had passed out, her body unable to handle any more stimulation.
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
Her body shuddered erratically, like a slab of meat undergoing rigor mortis.
Her lifelessly dangling arms and splayed legs looked utterly pitiful. Like her melted sanity, fluids continued to seep from between her thighs, staining her pajamas and the sheets.
"Haaah... Haaah..."
Jang Mansu, who had been devouring her mouth in a deep kiss, finally pulled back, panting heavily.
Without his support, my wife's upper body, which had been bent backward, slumped limply onto the mattress.
"Haaah... ah... haaa..."
With every feverish breath she exhaled, a faint mist of warm condensation drifted into the air.
I stared blankly, paralyzed by helplessness, at my wife draped over Jang Mansu's lap.
Then, my eyes met her vacant, pleasure-drugged gaze.
...!
I knew she wasn't actually looking at me.
I knew she couldn't see me.
Yet, a shiver ran down my spine, as if she were staring directly at me—at the pathetic man who had just spilled his seed on the floor.
As I averted my eyes in shame, I saw the beast wearing my own skin.
Slurp...
Jang Mansu sucked the juices off his fingers.
Seemingly pleased with the thickness and taste, he smirked and began to strip off his clothes.
...
Seeing 'myself' completely naked felt incredibly foreign.
It was only natural, since the shell was mine but the soul inside was entirely different.
That was me, yet it wasn't me.
The sinister smirk on his face was unfamiliar, and his bulked-up physique and sweat-glistening, masculine muscles exuded an intimidating aura.
Above all, the sight of his thick, elongated cock, dripping pre-cum as it stood erect to devour its prey, made me feel a biological sense of inferiority.
Slide, slide.
The beast in my skin pulled down my wife's soaked pajama pants.
She lay sprawled helplessly on the bed, naked like a sacrificial offering.
I should have felt pity and sorrow at the sight.
Yet, ironically, her voluptuous figure only served to inflame a male's primal lust.
"..."
...
Two males slowly scanned the female they were about to devour.
Her sweat-dampened black hair clung to her pale skin, looking incredibly seductive. Her vacant eyes, clouded with pleasure and confusion, evoked a strange sense of depravity.
Clear saliva drooled from her pink lips, swollen from the long kiss, and the beauty mark near her mouth, wet with sweat and spit, naturally drew the eye.
"Haaah... haaa... haaa..."
Every time she gasped, her full breasts rose and fell, and the sight of sweat beads rolling down them was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her limp, exhausted limbs twitched occasionally, still riding the aftershocks of her climax.
But the most captivating sight was her pussy, glistening with sticky fluids and slightly parted.
As if breathing, the plump mound twitched open and closed, offering glimpses of her pink, inner flesh.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from that lewd, pulsing opening.
Gulp...
I swallowed hard, but no matter how much saliva I gulped down, my thirst remained unquenched.
The only way to quench this thirst would be to drink from the spring welling up between my wife's thighs.
Just as I was about to approach her as if possessed, her body was suddenly dragged away from me.
Huh...?
Who was taking my woman away?
Flames of jealousy and anger flared in my eyes as I snapped my gaze upward from my wife.
There stood Jang Mansu, grabbing her legs and pulling her toward him.
What is he doing?
Glancing repeatedly at the recording phone, he adjusted her position and laid her on her side in the middle of the bed.
Then, he pried one of her limp legs wide open and draped it over his shoulder.
"This way, the camera gets a perfect view of everything."
I immediately understood his intention.
He wanted to capture her panting face, her violated body, and his cock plunging into her pussy all in a single frame.
With everything set, Jang Mansu prepared to take her from the side. He pressed his pre-cum-slicked shaft against her pussy.
Squish.
Jang Mansu's rock-hard tip brushed against the glistening mound of my wife's pussy.
As the soft, plump sensation of her flesh registered vividly through the tip of the penis, my hips shuddered with anticipation.