The End of the Nightmare, Part 2
My body trembled violently, as if seized by a seizure. The breath I had been holding back came out in ragged gasps.
No. It can’t be. It won’t be. It must just be time for her check-up.
He frequently entered and left the hospital room to check on his wife’s condition. I brainwashed myself into believing he had simply returned at that exact moment. I forced my leaden feet to move. Like a man who must never be discovered, I approached my wife’s hospital room with extreme caution, even stifling the sound of my own breathing.
“Gulp…”
I placed my hand on the firmly closed door of the hospital room. My mouth was bone-dry. No matter how many times I swallowed, the thirst would not go away.
Creak.
I entered the room as quietly as possible. The first thing I noticed was the damp air, thick as if a humidifier had been left running. Within that moist atmosphere lingered an unpleasant heat and a fishy bodily odor like the stench of sweat.
The inside of the room was so dark it felt as if ink had been poured everywhere, causing my other senses to sharpen painfully. Then the sound from the nightmare reached my ears.
Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.
“……!!!”
The hospital bed was screaming as if it were about to shatter at any moment. I forced my eyes, slowly adjusting to the darkness, toward my wife’s bed.
The blackout curtains, designed to block both light and noise, were thicker and heavier than ordinary ones. They should never have swayed from something as light as a breeze, yet they billowed and rippled in the darkness like waves in a storm.
“……”
I couldn’t breathe. Those swaying curtains would occasionally part as if teasing me, and each time, a sliver of light leaked out from beyond them.
Light…? What light is that?
My skull felt ready to burst. My mind desperately veered off course, trying to deny the horrific reality. Soon I realized the light was coming from the monitor of the diagnostic machine standing beside my wife’s bed. That machine usually remained silent and only lit up when a nurse operated it to check data. The fact that it was on meant someone had been using it.
“Ha… haa… haa… haa…”
My breathing grew rapid. My eyes, now fully adjusted to the darkness, captured the shape of the blackout curtains with painful clarity. Even though what lay beyond those wave-like ripples should never be seen, I could somehow make out faint shapes through them.
“Hi…!”
I nearly screamed and clamped a hand over my mouth. Why? Why had I covered my own mouth? Shouldn’t I be making noise right now, shouting, forcing whatever was beyond that curtain to turn toward me?
I didn’t know whether I wanted to confirm the terrible nightmare with my own eyes or whether I was still trying to deny reality. One thing was certain: I was staring at the silhouette visible through the curtain, forgetting even to blink.
A mass…
If I had to describe the silhouette in a single word, it looked like a massive lump. Something large and round, reminiscent of a boulder, was slamming down from above to below. Every time that mass drove down with force, the bed squeaked and screamed, and the blackout curtains shook as if caught in violent turbulence.
That… thing…
And above that lump-like silhouette, two shadows protruded outward. Those two shadows dangled limply in the air, as if pushed aside by the mass of flesh.
As if waiting for me to watch, the silhouette of the mass began slamming down more violently and rapidly. In response, the two dangling shadows shot upward into the air as if being thrust away, trembling violently.
They stiffened with tremendous force, straightening out. I had no trouble recognizing what those silhouettes were.
Legs…
They were a person’s legs. The moment I realized the rigid, quivering outlines stretching all the way to the toes belonged to legs, the other senses I had been desperately ignoring came flooding in like an explosion.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Dull yet sticky sounds, like flesh slapping against flesh, hammered my ears. Within those heavy thuds that sounded like someone beating a slab of meat, there was a viscous, squelching noise—like stirring through mud filled with water. It was exactly as if a thick, enormous cock was forcibly spreading open a pussy dripping with juices and slamming into it.
“Haa!! Haa!! Haa!!”
Even though I was hyperventilating, my body burning as if it would burst refused to cool down. I forced my trembling legs to move and approached the bed. The closer I got, the clearer the swaying shape of the curtains, the squeaking of the bed, the sound of flesh colliding, and the slick, wet noises became.
When I finally stood right in front of the blackout curtains that kept parting and closing as if taunting me, another sound crashed over me.
“……Ng?!”
“……!!!”
A suppressed, moist female voice leaking through the gap in the curtains. It was a woman’s moan, completely different in nature from the squeaking of the bed, the primal sounds of flesh slapping flesh, or the obscene wet noises.
“……Hngh!......Ah??!!......Oooohhh!!??”
The female cry, soaked in a pleasure I had never heard before, nearly drove me insane.
It’s not my wife. It’s not my wife. It can’t be. It mustn’t be… it can’t be…
Something inside my head snapped.
I grabbed the swaying curtain and yanked it open. No—I failed to open it completely. Because through the parted gap, a tremendous impact sound like a bomb exploding and the vulgar moan of a woman poured out, freezing me in place.
THUUUUUUUUUCK!!!
“O, oooooohhh……???!!!”
Hot, damp air burst through the gap in the curtains and slammed into my face. The unpleasant smell of a man’s sweat and the soft scent of vanilla brushed the tip of my nose. Mixed into the vanilla perfume my wife loved to wear was the familiar scent of her skin.
Frozen in the exact posture I had used to pull the curtain open, I could only roll my eyes to take in the partial view of the bed visible through the gap.
The first thing I saw was a man’s ass, drenched in sweat. The moment I saw those powerfully clenched buttocks, I understood everything.
He’s coming…
My reason screamed that I must not look down, but my trembling pupils were sucked downward as if drawn by a magnet.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Just as I expected, I saw a cock pulsing like a pump, forcing semen inside. That dark, hideous shaft was buried deep inside an unnaturally white pussy glistening with juices and sweat. It looked as if something that didn’t fit the size had been forcibly shoved in. The pussy, spread wide open and exposing its inner folds, twitched and convulsed as if in distress while being injected with the male’s seed against its will.
“Ah…”
A small sound escaped my lips without me realizing it. At that moment, the pussy that had been quivering under the brutal pounding of the cock suddenly went limp, as if surrendering to everything. It slackened completely, then violently sprayed its own fluids.
PSHUUUUUUUUU!!!
Clear love juices splattered across the pure white sheets, leaving behind obscenely lewd stains. Unable to watch the fluids gush out any longer—like tears from her body—I turned my head, only to find an even worse hell waiting.
Tremble tremble tremble!
The legs thrust high into the air were convulsing as if in a seizure. Her dainty toes were curled inward with tremendous force, revealing just how intense the pleasure she was feeling must be. Beneath those legs existed a mass of flesh reminiscent of a boulder. As I stared blankly at the male’s back, muscles bulging as if trying to crush and burst the female pinned beneath him while squeezing out his seed, a pitiful moan reached my ears.
“O, o…ohh…oooh…? Ohh…??!!”
I unconsciously turned my gaze toward the source of the moan.
“……!!!”
There lay a melted female. The wildly disheveled hair and the face covered in sweat and tears were painfully familiar. The woman I loved most in the world, the one I had sworn to spend my entire life with. There was my wife’s face—one I had never seen before.
Shudder shudder shudder…!
My wife’s eyelids were trembling as if broken, and the pupils that should have been beneath them had rolled completely upward, showing only the whites. Her peach-colored lips were spread wide, glistening with saliva, and clear drool was dripping down her chin in streams. Not only that, but the red tongue that had once whispered words of love to me had slipped out of her mouth, unable to stay inside as she struggled to breathe, quivering violently.
It was a grotesque and utterly vulgar face that retained not even a trace of my beloved wife’s usual appearance.
Spurt! Spurt…! Glorp…! Psh… pshhh… psh…
When the sound of thick semen finally stopped pouring, the female body that had been receiving it went completely limp, as if its job was done. The legs that had been thrust skyward like broken scissors collapsed onto the damp sheet with a sound that seemed unusually loud.
“Hoo… hoo…”
A male sigh, thick with satisfaction, echoed softly. He slowly rose as if savoring the afterglow of his climax, and naturally, his cock slid out of my wife’s pussy with a wet squelch. His shaft glistened with the transparent love juices that reminded me of her tears, while the glans was stained with cloudy semen that matched his lust.
“Ha, haeu…❤️”
A single labored moan escaped from my wife’s lips, now finally freed. Her body, which had been pinned beneath the male, was now fully exposed. Her sweat-soaked figure gave off faint wisps of white steam, and from between her frog-like spread legs, thick semen gushed out in heavy spurts.
“Ah…”
The moment I saw another man’s seed pouring from my wife’s pussy, my reason snapped completely. I don’t remember much after that.
“A, aaaaaaaaaah!!! Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!”
I definitely remember letting out a huge scream like a death cry and charging at the beast that had been violating my wife. Even as something shoved me away and pain exploded across my entire body as if I were being punched, I kept screaming and struggling with something.
Then suddenly my body tilted, and a weightless sensation overtook me.
“Huh…?”
“W-wait…??!! We’re f-falling…! Aaaah??!!”
Along with the sound of shattering glass, I fell out the window together with the male who had been ravaging my wife. An irresistible floating sensation struck my whole body, and moments later, a dizzying pain so intense I wished for death surged through me.
“Cough, hack…!”
I vomited up a hot, viscous mass. Through my blurry vision, I could see red blood slowly spreading. Is this blood on the ground… mine?
I watched the blood continue to spread like it was claiming territory, but the pain in my organs was so severe I couldn’t even care. It felt as if my broken ribs were stabbing into my insides. A sharp agony I had never experienced in my life, along with unbearable cold, washed over me.
“Guh… grrk…”
A bubbling, bloody sound came from my mouth. In my clouded vision, I saw a large mass of meat. Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! It was a male body without a head. Unlike me, Jang Mansu seemed to have died instantly, his head hitting the ground first. His huge naked body, writhing grotesquely as if in postmortem spasms, triggered a visceral sense of revulsion.
Serves… you… right…
That was the thought I had while dying. I felt a slight regret that Jang Mansu had gone so painlessly, but that was the extent of my sentiment.
Something far more important remained.
“Hye… hyeon… ju…”
My pronunciation was slurred because of the blood welling up from deep in my throat. I gave up on calling her name and forced my eyes upward. A desperate longing to see my beloved wife one last time surged through me, but it was a dream that would never come true. Without even having time to feel sorry for failing to protect her or to feel regret, my consciousness snapped cleanly in two.