17. The Day the Misfortune Began 1
I had a dream.
Or at least, I thought I was dreaming.
Something feels off... I could've sworn I fell asleep in the hotel...
It was like being submerged underwater—all my senses dulled and sluggish.
When had I felt this before?
Forcing my hazy mind to turn, I recalled the time Jang Man-su had awakened inside my body.
It was exactly the same sensation.
...!!!
Realizing the source of the déjà vu snapped my consciousness taut, jolting me fully awake.
But just like that day in the bedroom when my body raped my wife against my will, I couldn't control this body either.
There was one difference, though.
What is this? Whose body am I inside?
The lack of freedom was the same, but now my vision felt severely restricted, as if I were trapped inside someone else's body.
Quickly scanning what the body's owner was seeing, I realized it was my wife's hospital chart.
What, what the hell. Why is this...
The chart was densely filled with her name, diagnosis of narcolepsy, symptoms experienced, doctor's notes—personal information no one should just have access to.
And 'this body' was reading it.
My mouth moved on its own, casually belittling my wife's illness.
But the emotions I felt were surprisingly intrigue and a faint stir of lust.
Is this... the emotion the owner of this body is feeling?
No matter that I'd willfully handed my wife over to the taxi driver for a moment, I would never think to demean the woman I love like that.
Convinced these weren't my feelings, I forced myself to analyze the situation from the visible information.
The name tag pinned to the chest made identifying the body's owner easy.
Jang... Man-su...
So this was his memory?
A chill ran down my spine.
It felt like I was truly merging with him—or suffering some kind of mental corruption. Fear surged through me.
He meticulously read my wife's chart, fondling his crotch as he pictured her form.
Ugh...!
His emotions and sensations transmitted to me identically.
It was shocking to realize he'd been plotting to have her from the very first moment he saw her.
To remove me as an obstacle, he prepared sleeping pill juice and headed to the hospital room.
Wearing a calm facade as if it were a legitimate part of the diagnosis, he lied smoothly and handed me the juice.
Ha...
I'd fallen for his plausible deception.
Wrapped in anxiety and excitement, Jang Man-su passed the time before happily striding to the hospital room.
He entered the dark room with familiar ease and began checking my wife's condition.
Under the faint glow from the diagnostic machine, my wife lay asleep, utterly defenseless.
The dim light illuminated only parts of her body, stirring lewd imaginings.
Her patient gown gaped slightly at the top, revealing a glimpse of her breasts.
Jang Man-su's lust made my own throat dry.
But he didn't reach for her right away. Instead, he quickly scanned the juice I'd left on the desk and my side, where I was pretending to sleep.
Thorough bastard.
I could feel his irritation that I hadn't drunk the juice.
And though I'd desperately faked sleep, from his perspective, it was obvious I was awake—my breathing uneven, subtle movements giving me away.
Jang Man-su pressed the diagnostic pads on her chest firmly, soothing his frustration, then left.
Using monitoring as an excuse, he entered the room several more times, growing ecstatic.
I didn't understand the numbers on the monitor showing her status, but I could indirectly sense she was deeply asleep due to her narcolepsy.
Above all, the empty juice glass on the desk signaled a perfectly set stage. Delighted, he reached for her.
Squish.
Jang Man-su let out a small gasp of admiration at the vivid volume and softness of her breasts, even through the thin gown.
Confirming no change in the machine's readings even after groping her chest, he cautiously began unbuttoning her gown.
In the silence, the soft pops of buttons undoing filled the room, until the last fabric fell open, fully exposing her breasts.
There, under the faint light, my wife's ample breasts were laid bare before a stranger's eyes.
Jang Man-su silently devoured her breasts with his eyes, licking them visually.
Flawless smooth skin, firmness holding shape even as she lay there, and above all, the pristine color of her nipples under the soft glow—it was breathtakingly beautiful.
After feasting on the sight, he brought his mouth to them without hesitation, like a man in the desert finding an oasis.
Slurp...
The softness filling his mouth, the faint vanilla scent, the rough texture of her nipple against his tongue—it aroused me to the point my hips ached.
Slurp, slurrrp... smooch... smack...
After one taste, Jang Man-su sucked and licked greedily, addicted.
This was the source of those wet sounds I'd heard in my drugged haze from the sleeping pills.
My wife's motionless body began to warm, exuding a woman's sweet, musky scent.
Overwhelmed by the primal taste and aroma rushing blood to his cock, Jang Man-su lost a bit of reason and grazed her nipple with his teeth.
Crunch!
Ah...♡
A sweet moan escaped my wife's lips, softly echoing in the hospital room.
Jang Man-su, who'd been ravaging her breasts, froze as if doused with cold water and checked her reaction.
He hurriedly lifted his upper body and double-checked the machine's readings.
Seeing the unflinching data, Jang Man-su decided to get bolder.
He reached for her patient pants and yanked them down along with her panties without pause, stopping at her ankles for easy redress later.
Her lower half was now fully exposed at a glance.
Hyeon-ju...
I couldn't help sweeping my eyes over her defenseless form sprawled under the faint light.
Her face was peacefully unaware of the violation, but her flushed pink cheeks radiated subtle eroticism.
Her full breasts glistened with another man's saliva, nipples erect from the sucking.
Below the parted gown top, her cute navel asserted its charm; her limp spread legs and splayed hands evoked a twisted sense of depravity.
And most shockingly, the married pussy—belonging to a woman vowed to one man for life, never to be shown to others—was brazenly exposed.
Jang Man-su, too, buzzed with anticipation and excitement at unexpectedly seeing a woman's half-naked body for the first time that day.
Cautiously, he slid his fingers between her thighs.
Squelch.
The soft, plump mound and faint heat at his fingertips ignited his boiling lust.
But surprisingly prudent, Jang Man-su eyed the machine while slowly inserting his finger.
Twitch.
Her body quivered slightly at the intrusion, but the data showed no change.
Squelch... squelch... squelch, squiiiish...
He began stirring her pussy slowly but thoroughly, tracing the inner folds with his fingertip.
Faint warmth, teasing tightness, and rising musky wetness transmitted indirectly through his fingers.
Tension gripped me from toes to tip; I was desperate.
I couldn't distinguish if the arousal and desire were mine or his—every nerve fixated on the sensations flooding in.
His thick, long finger fully plunged in, rummaging her depths.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Her spread legs began to tremble faintly; her waist lifted slightly from the bed, stiffening.
For final confirmation, he added another finger and intensely stimulated her most sensitive G-spot so far.
Lurch.
Her waist bucked sharply, as if pressed in a forbidden spot.
Yet Jang Man-su's gaze stayed locked on the machine.
Still no change in the data—he exulted.
With nothing holding him back, he lifted one of her legs onto the bed, positioning his arm for maximum force.
Grinning like a mischievous imp, he placed his remaining hand on her lower abdomen.
What is he planning?
Then, leaning his weight to press down hard on her belly, he violently pistoned the two fingers buried in her pussy.
Squelch! Squelch!... Squiiiish!!!
Sticky fluids and flesh-stirring sounds erupted explosively from her crotch.
Her waist shuddered uncontrollably under the overwhelming stimulation, tension vibrating through his pressing palm.
Her legs trembled like a frog's, splaying wider; Jang Man-su pressed harder on her abdomen to pin her down.