Chapter 18: The Day Misfortune Began 2
"Ah, ah...! Aah...??!!"
My wife's voice broke into ragged moans spilling from her lips.
It was a voice lost in confusion, unsure what was happening to her, overwhelmed by the surging pleasure.
Jang Man-su, who had been staring fixedly at my wife's lower belly and pussy, suddenly turned his head toward her face.
'Hik...!'
The moment I saw my wife's face, I let out a sharp scream without realizing it.
The peaceful face that had been sleeping just moments ago was gone.
Replaced by a flushed, sweat-drenched visage glowing red-hot.
Her eyelids twitched like they were spasming from the onslaught of stimulation.
Beneath them, her unfocused eyes stared blankly into space.
From her gaping mouth, saliva trickled out bit by bit as she barely managed choked, staccato groans.
Jang Man-su seemed deeply satisfied by the sight of this prim married woman convulsing in ecstasy.
He poured even more strength into both arms.
Kuuuuk!
Squelch!!! Squelch!!! Squelch!!! Squelch!!!
He pressed down on her belly with such force that it caved in deeply.
Astonishingly, I could feel his fingers churning inside her pussy.
'Mi, crazy...! She'll break like that! Stop!'
Years later, I learned this was called portio stimulation—a sexual act designed to develop the uterus.
From the very first day she was violated by another man, my wife experienced an unforgettable, intense pleasure as her womb was crushed and her pussy relentlessly probed.
Her upper body trembled and arched violently, as if desperate to escape somehow.
She sucked in breaths so hard her chest swelled like it might burst.
From her ravaged pussy, love juices gushed out in spurts—walak! walak!—soiling the bedsheets.
'Uh, uuuuh...!'
The scorching heat radiating through his palm pressing her lower belly, the alien writhing of his fingers stirring her depths—it was driving me insane.
Worries that her pussy might be ruined, the helplessness of her being violated while asleep, and a mind-shattering arousal all tangled together, crashing over me.
'I, I'm gonna cum...!'
He hadn't even touched my cock, yet I felt on the verge of ejaculation.
The visual assault of my wife's desperate form, the bizarre throbbing pulsing through his entire palm—it pushed me to the edge.
I clenched my teeth, holding back.
But then her pussy clamped down on his fingers like they might snap.
She was on the brink, her womb crushed, hurtling toward climax.
Sensing it, Jang Man-su abruptly raked her most sensitive G-spot hard and yanked his fingers out.
Thud!
My wife's body jerked upward like a compressed spring suddenly released.
If his other hand hadn't pinned her belly so fiercely, she might have rolled right off the bed.
The thick, rigid fingers scraping her G-spot, the dizzying crush on her womb—she couldn't endure it.
Her legs splayed wide as she squirted fiercely.
"Huuuuh...!!!"
Psheeeeeut!
She let out a frail cry, like her throat was being strangled.
The squirt from her pussy soaked past the bedsheets, splattering the blackout curtains.
"Ha! Felt that good, huh? Yeah? Squirting like a fucking fountain. Or what? Can't your husband satisfy you?"
Jang Man-su clearly relished the sight of this bitch hosing down the curtains with her squirt.
He kneaded her lower belly repeatedly, like wringing out a sponge.
Each time, more squirt jetted from her crushed womb—pyut! pshut! pyut! pyut!—like a water gun.
Her legs, veins bulging from the spasms, finally collapsed limp onto the juice-soaked sheets.
Thud.
Her hands, which had gripped the sheets like she might tear them, went slack.
One hand rolled across the rumpled fabric and caught on the bed's edge.
'Ah...'
I recognized that hand.
Trembling faintly in the air, steeped in whirlwind pleasure, as I lay helplessly on the simple hospital bed, staring up.
That memory surged back vividly, and without warning, I came.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
'Ah, uh...!'
An ecstatic ejaculation ripped through me with an ugly groan, my vision blazing white.
Dizziness so intense I thought I might pass out swept my whole body.
As I panted for a long while, Jang Man-su finally pulled away from my still-spasming wife at climax.
His hand lifted from her deeply caved belly.
Her pussy, now free, gushed love juices like a wrung-out rag—walak!
"Ah... fuck. Can't risk pounding her when I don't know how long the narcolepsy lasts... Tsk. What a bitch."
Jang Man-su stroked his cock, leaking precum profusely, pondered, then clicked his tongue in frustration and gave up.
But unwilling to do it all for another man's benefit, he pulled out his erect cock.
Then he fetched pre-prepared painkillers and shoved them into my panting wife's mouth.
"Here, here, Lee Hyeon-ju. Take this painkiller so you won't feel any discomfort when you wake up tomorrow~ Swallow it down."
His tone was gentle, like a nurse coaxing a child.
But his actions were the opposite.
Driven by pure male instinct, without a hint of hesitation, he rammed his cock into her mouth.
"Mmph?!"
Her mouth stuffed full, she choked out a muffled groan.
Her dazed, unfocused eyes stared into nothingness, oblivious to the future awaiting her.
To sate his lust, Jang Man-su grabbed her hair roughly and jerked her head back and forth wildly.
"Mmf, guk... kruk, wup... urk... kek...!"
Muffled, agonized groans leaked from her cock-filled mouth, echoing softly through the quiet hospital room.
The slick heat of her mouth on his hypersensitive post-orgasm cock washed over him in waves.
Desperate for air, her tongue battered the shaft to push out the intruder—but it only pleasured the male beast more.
'Uh, uuh...!'
Even feeling Jang Man-su's pleasure piled on—I could barely stay sane.
Precum and semen leaked down my cock, but I had no choice but to endure.
Jang Man-su, erect for so long while toying with her, quickly neared his peak and thrust even harder into her mouth.
The bed creaked under the powerful pounding.
The novel sensation of his glans battering the back of her throat made even his hips tense.
Unable to withstand the crashing waves of stimulation any longer, on the verge of blacking out—then, from my toes, an electric jolt of dizzying release surged up.
"Kuh...!"
"Keurk...!"
Their low, desperate groans overlapped.
Jang Man-su shoved his cock root-deep into her mouth, crushing her head against his groin.
Then he unleashed thick semen in one go.
Blurt! Blurt!
From the cock-tip jammed down her throat, milky fluid poured like a faucet, filling her mouth.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp..."
Exceeding her limit, her throat worked frantically.
Each swallow echoed thickly through the room—the only sound of her gulping the dense semen.
Jang Man-su gripped her hair white-knuckled, savoring her married mouth-pussy to the last drop, pressing her head tight.
His spent cock twitched inside, relishing the sensation a while longer.
"Hoo..."
With a satisfied sigh laced with fulfillment, his groin finally separated from her face without a gap.
"Kehk...! Kek...!"
She coughed harshly, gasping for air—but the semen that had filled her mouth was all swallowed, not a drop left.
Her hair, released from his grasp, flopped back onto the bed.
Twitch, twitch, twitch.
Under the dim light, her half-naked, wretchedly violated form lay exposed.
Her vacant eyes, brimming with tears, held an inexplicable emptiness—as if she indirectly sensed her chastity shattered.
Stray hairs clung to her sweat-slick skin like spiderwebs.
Her open mouth exhaled hot breath laced with the musky scent of night-blooming flowers.
Most grotesque was her pussy, gaping and pulsing with each breath—transparent love juices spilling like tears with every limb spasm.
She couldn't resist the lingering pleasure, endlessly ravaged.
'......'
At her pathetic, forlorn state, I felt a deranging mix of arousal and taboo guilt.
I could no longer hold onto reason.
As Jang Man-su stripped off her soaked gown and sheets, I blacked out completely.
"Uh, uuuuh...!!!"
I jolted awake trembling like I had chills.
My body was drenched in cold sweat, my cock spurting semen like a wet dream.
"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
Panting, I scanned the unfamiliar room.
Too shocked?
My sluggish mind registered only that it was a strange room.
"Wh-where... how did I get here?"
Dizzy, like my sense of self was unraveling.
As my mind calmed slightly, another possibility flashed.
Had Jang Man-su taken over my body again?
Fear... and anticipation washed over me.
Frozen by those two emotions flickering in my head.
'Anticipation...? What the hell am I anticipating right now?'
I clutched my face in horror at my own thoughts.
For a fleeting moment, I'd hoped my awakened wife might be "ravaged again" by Jang Man-su.
Clueless how to process that feeling, I collapsed face-down on the blanket.
I agonized long but found no answers within.
Couldn't stay buried forever— I scanned the room again to grasp the situation.
"Ah..."
It was the hotel.
The one where we'd had a nice dinner to unwind, then lent my wife to the taxi driver briefly.
Glancing beside me, my wife slept soundly after I'd roughly injected her with love.
"......"
I tidied the hair stuck to her face.
Revealing the face of a prim, neat woman.
Not the disheveled, bitch-in-heat visage drowned in pleasure—but the woman I loved.
Yet knowing what expression hid beneath this peacefully sleeping face, the thirst in my chest only grew.