Misfortune Strikes in Succession, Part 4
"Ah... ugh...?"
Perhaps sensing something touching her highly sensitive, aroused cleft, my wife let out a voice tinged with confusion.
Although she was unconscious due to her narcolepsy, her eyelids fluttered as if she sensed the threat to her chastity.
Was it just my imagination that she seemed to be trying to open her eyes?
But rendering her desperation meaningless, Jang Mansu's cock began to slowly penetrate my wife's wet folds.
Squelch...!
"Haah... ah...??!!"
My wife's plump mound was forced open by the hard glans, revealing her secret, tender flesh.
Between the parted lips, a clear arousal fluid resembling tears slowly trickled down the inside of her thigh.
Every single one of my nerves was so taut that the sight felt like it was playing in slow motion.
Jang Mansu, too, seemed to want to savor the ecstatic heat, the thick moisture, and the dizzying tightness radiating from the cock, pushing himself inside at an agonizingly slow pace.
Ah, ugh...!
I could only shudder at Jang Mansu's sheer depravity.
The slow insertion made me feel every single ridge of my wife's vaginal walls, driving me to the brink of madness.
Even when I shared gentle, loving intimacy with her, I had never taken her so relentlessly, so slowly.
Huuuh...! Ugh, uuuugh...!
A bizarre groan spilled from my lips at the alien pleasure I was experiencing for the first time.
"Ah, ahh...? Ah, aaah...??!!"
Lying sideways on the bed, my wife tensed her body as if she had been stabbed, letting out ragged, broken groans.
Beneath her half-open eyelids, her vacant, unfocused eyes rolled back, showing the whites in utter confusion.
Her eyes, which had been darting around as if she had no idea what was happening, suddenly regained a spark of clarity.
"Huh...?"
A voice filled with confusion escaped my wife's lips.
I could read from her movements and the look in her eyes that she had indeed been unconscious due to her narcolepsy until now.
But why did it have to be this exact moment?
Did she regain consciousness just as another male, possessing my body, was thrusting his cock deep into her?
My wife's eyes, filled with panic and confusion, scanned the room to grasp the situation before locking onto the empty air.
Huh...?
It felt as if my eyes met hers, which were now filled with reason.
No, she was definitely looking at me.
Logically, I knew it was impossible, a mere illusion, because my physical body was currently positioned between her thighs, pushing its cock inside her.
I knew it couldn't be, but I felt with absolute certainty that our eyes had met.
Hye-Hyeon...
The moment I tried to call her name with a trembling voice, a heavy, dull impact echoed through the bedroom, as if tearing us apart.
Thwack!!!
"Haaah...??!!"
My wife's body jolted violently, as if she were about to be thrown off the bed.
Her eyes, which had been looking at me, rolled upward as if fleeing from the shock.
Ah...?
My legs trembled at the fierce tightness and mind-numbing heat enveloping the entire shaft.
I slid my gaze down from my wife's face.
There, I saw my wife's legs, forced wide apart by Jang Mansu.
Their lower abdomens were pressed together without a single gap.
I saw the cock, now thick and elongated, buried all the way to the root, and her cleft stretched to its limit, exposing its raw, secret flesh.
Squelch...!
"Hih...?!"
As if waiting for me to watch, the cock slowly slid out of my wife's wetness.
Unlike when it entered, the massive shaft was now drenched in sticky juices, and my wife's tender inner flesh clung to it, stretching outward as if reluctant to let go.
"O-oh...? Ohh...??!! Oh, ugh...??!!"
My wife let out broken, gasping groans, as if her very insides were being dragged out.
Her voice sounded bizarre, as if her mind had short-circuited from a sensation she had never experienced in her life.
I couldn't believe that such an unchaste, utterly vulgar sound was coming from my wife.
I hurriedly looked at her face to confirm if the voice I heard really belonged to her.
...!!!
There, only the female I had once seen in my nightmares existed.
The rational eyes that had looked at me just moments ago were gone.
Only a female with vacant, unfocused eyes remained, shattering my trust.
My wife's mouth was wide open as if to release the surging waves of pleasure, and her trembling tongue looked as if it would spill past her lips at any moment.
No, this can't be...
Even if I had rarely seen my wife's face clearly when we made love in the dark, I knew.
This was a face I, her husband, had never seen, a face I had never been able to elicit from her.
The face of that female from my nightmares had torn through my wife's facade, emerging once again at this very moment.
As if to drive a stake through my denial, Jang Mansu began to thrust his hips relentlessly.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Ah! Ah...! Haaah...! Nnh...!"
My wife's body bounced on the bed with every impact.
Every time the cock slammed into her wetness, juices splattered, spreading the lewd stain across the sheets.
Ah... ugh, nnh...!
Watching my wife being violated by Jang Mansu, I gasped at the sensation inside her vagina transmitted through the cock.
The glans forced its way through the resisting flesh, and a fierce tightness, as if screaming at the intruder to get out, wrapped around the entire shaft.
A dizzying pleasure washed over me, causing pre-cum to leak out even without being touched, making my legs shake.
"Damn...! Why is it so tight? How small was that husband bastard's dick that it's not even broken in?! It's tight as a virgin's."
Though Jang Mansu complained, a sadistic, deeply satisfied smirk played on his lips.
A thick sense of conquest washed over me—the feeling that he was doing what I couldn't, forcibly transforming my wife's female body into his own personal toy.
"Whew! Whew! Hey, cum bucket! You should be happy. Thanks to me, your husband's tool got fucking huge. Your nights are going to be real fun from now on!"
Jang Mansu said this as he grabbed her limp, dangling arm, pulling her toward him to thrust even deeper.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Hih, ahh...??!! Ah, ahh...! Nnh...!!!"
My wife had merely been shaking while lying sideways on the bed, but as she was pulled by her arm and penetrated, the thrusts went too deep, making her limbs tremble violently.
Her groans pitched higher, turning into outright moans.
Her hair, disheveled and soaked in sweat, covered her face, obscuring her expression.
But from her feverish moans, the radiating heat, and the sweat flying from her bouncing breasts, I knew all too well how aroused she was, even if I didn't want to.
Hye-Hyeon-ju...
The sensory overload from the cock and my other senses was driving me insane.
With every slam of the cock, the wetness at the point of contact and my wife's trembling made it clear that she was reacting out of pure arousal.
A storm of jealousy and twisted arousal raged within me at a reaction so starkly different from when she made love with me.
Grit...!
I gritted my teeth, screaming as I resisted the waves of sensation crashing over me.
Hyeon-ju! Hey! Lee Hyeon-ju! Don't feel good from a bastard like that...!
I poured out a scream that was closer to a sob, but it was nothing more than a hollow echo.
It didn't reach her.
Instead, the wet slaps of flesh against flesh, the creaking groans of the bed, and my wife's moans only grew louder.
Thud! Thud!! Thud!!!
"Ah, ahh...! Oh, ugh...! Nnh, ah...! Aaah?!"
The sounds escaping my wife's throat were gradually turning from moans into screams.
Unable to endure the one-sided act meant solely to satisfy his lust, my wife trembled frantically, her limbs shaking as if she were having a fit.
Her head slowly fell back, and her arm, held captive by Jang Mansu, trembled so pitifully as if she wanted nothing more than to escape.
Her fingers splayed wide, clawing at the empty air, while the leg forced over his shoulder shook violently like an earthquake.
Ah, ahh...! Ah...!!!!
The heat and tightness around the cock intensified even further.
My wife was about to climax because of a man who wasn't me.
A mind-shattering anger and sense of betrayal.
At the same time, a chilling excitement and an alien sadism coexisted within me.
I forced strength into my buckling legs and screamed.
Hye-Hyeon-ju...! Hyeon-juuu...! Hyeon-juuu...!
Just calling my wife's name left me breathless.
My head spun from the arousal and pleasure that flooded me against my will.
Through my blurred vision, I saw my wife's fingers clawing frantically at the air.
Those slender, long fingers flailed around before suddenly gripping the other man's forearm tightly.
......!
Not knowing that the body violating her wasn't mine, my wife clung to Jang Mansu to keep from drowning in the overwhelming wave of pleasure.
I couldn't believe it.
"Oh, ohh... ohh...!!!"
The moans spilling from my wife's mouth broke off like static from a broken radio.
Was it from tears, or was it from pleasure?
I raised my blurry gaze to look at her face as she moaned.
Though her face was mostly hidden by her messy hair, I could clearly see saliva dripping from her open mouth.
I couldn't even begin to fathom how much pleasure she was feeling.
If there was any consolation, it was that my wife's face, disheveled and drenched in pleasure, was hidden by her hair.
If I had seen it, I wouldn't have been able to bear it.
......
Just as my legs were about to give out from betrayal and despair, a word—not a moan—escaped my wife's lips.
"O-Oppa...!"
What...?
Did I hear wrong?
I could have sworn the word "Oppa" came out of her mouth, which had only been letting out deep, low moans.
She was supposed to be unconscious from her narcolepsy, yet she called out to me?
But I wasn't the only one who heard it; Jang Mansu's hips froze instantly.
The storm of noises abruptly died down, replaced by a chilling silence.
"Ha...!"
Jang Mansu's mouth split into a wide, mocking sneer.
Then, he thrust the swollen cock—which looked ready to burst with semen at any second—even deeper, shouting:
"Yeah! It's the Oppa you love so much! I'm that husband bastard you're so crazy about!!!"
"Hih...! Hng...! Ah, ahh?! Nnh...!!!"
Unable to take any more, my wife tensed her entire body and gasped violently as she lay sprawled on her side.
She tensed so hard that the muscles in her arms and legs stood out.
Every time the thick, elongated cock slammed into her, her mound was forced open, spilling tear-like juices in heavy, steady drops.
......
I stared at it blankly.
I finally realized why my wife was responding so intensely.
That is my body.
It is the other half of Lee Hyeon-ju, the one who whispered love in her ear, shared deep connections, and rubbed skin against skin by her side for so long.
That was why she was feeling it even more.
Thud.
My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor.
As I fell, my eyes came level with my wife's face, which had been obscured by her hair.
I caught a glimpse of her face as she was rocked back and forth, sprawled on the crumpled, soaked sheets.
Through the strands of hair tangled like a spiderweb over her pale skin, her vacant, unfocused eyes were staring right at me.