What the Hell Is This?
I had absolutely no strength, as if I had just woken up from a severe bout of body aches.
"..."
Just forcing my stiff eyelids open, as if they hadn't been used in years, was an immense struggle.
A profound sense of helplessness and a thick, heavy fatigue washed over my entire body, making it difficult to even wiggle a finger.
"...Huh?"
Perhaps my hazy mind was slowly starting to function again, because a voice thick with confusion slipped from my lips.
It was cracked and dry from lack of water, a grating sound to my own ears, but it was the clearest sign that I was still alive.
"What... is this...? I'm... a... alive...?"
I tried to force myself up, but a horrifying pain surged through my upper body, nearly making me black out on the spot.
It was then I realized that when a person is in too much pain, they cannot even scream.
Drenched in a cold sweat, I forced my clenched teeth apart and gasped for air.
"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
Someone heard my ragged, violent breathing.
"...Oppa?"
Turning my head toward the sound, I saw my wife, Lee Hyeonju.
Her hair was disheveled as if she hadn't slept in days, her face worn with exhaustion, and dark circles hung heavily under her eyes. Yet, she was unmistakably the woman I loved more than anyone else in the world.
I could see a storm of conflicting emotions—terror and ecstasy—swirling in her eyes.
"O-Oppa?! Oppa! You're awake, right?! A-Are...?! Are you okay?! You're okay, right?! W-Wait...! Just a second! I-I'll get someone!"
She bolted upright, knocking her chair backward.
Then, with precarious steps that looked as though she might collapse at any second, she rushed out of the hospital room, crying out for help.
"Ha...! I'm alive."
Amidst the sound of rushing footsteps, my weeping wife returned to the room.
Leading the medical staff inside, she threw herself into my arms.
The sudden impact hit my injured torso, and a groan of agony rushed up my throat, but I forced it down.
I endured it because I didn't want to cause any more distress to the fragile woman sobbing against my chest.
"Uwaaaah...! Sob, *hic*! O-Oppa... Oppa... *hic*...!"
I gently stroked the hair of the woman weeping in my embrace.
The dampness of her tears soaking into my chest and her familiar warmth felt incredibly comforting.
And just like that, I had survived.
As I recovered, I was filled in on what had happened while I was asleep.
"It's hard to believe."
The details were almost impossible to process.
First, Jang Mansu had fallen headfirst and died instantly.
Although his body had acted as a cushion for me, throwing me clear, I had unfortunately collided with a roadside fire hydrant. The impact had severely ruptured my internal organs, leaving me in critical condition.
I was on the brink of death, but they said an organ transplant had saved my life.
"An organ transplant?"
"Yes... an organ transplant..."
I couldn't make sense of it.
Was an organ transplant really something that could be arranged so quickly and easily?
As if answering my unspoken question, my wife confessed that the transplant that saved me was "illegal."
Jang Mansu's corpse had been brought to the same hospital alongside me.
Although the damage to his head and shoulders was severe from the fall, his internal organs remained intact—whether due to his thick layer of fat or sheer coincidence.
"W-Wait?! Jang Mansu? Why are you bringing up that piece of trash's name all of a sudden...?! No way..."
I cried out, horrified by the dark realization creeping into my mind.
My wife offered a silent nod, confirming my worst fears.
The mere thought of that bastard's organs inside my body made my stomach churn and my head spin.
"They said it was a body that was going to waste anyway, so they used it to save a life."
"Is... is that even possible?"
"It's not. That's why it was illegal... But they pushed it through because you were going to die otherwise, and the director of the sleep clinic where we were staying used his influence to make it happen..."
For the director of the sleep clinic, who held considerable authority and prestige in his field, this whole incident must have been a bolt from the blue.
Not only had a nurse at his clinic raped a patient, but the nurse had also ended up dead after a physical altercation with the patient's husband, who was now on the verge of dying as well.
Either one of those scandals would have been a fatal blow to his career.
So, the director had mobilized every connection, network, and bribe at his disposal to keep me alive.
Wouldn't illegal medical practices and unauthorized organ transplants carry a heavier sentence? Maybe he thought saving a life would get him a lighter punishment.
Knowing little about the law, I couldn't judge which path made more sense.
Since every second counted, perhaps the director hadn't thought it through and simply made a desperate decision in a state of panic.
Moreover, since the perpetrator was his own son, he would have done absolutely everything in his power to clean up the mess.
Naturally, all the illegal procedures and operations performed in the process had been completely exposed, throwing the public into an uproar.
Let's not overthink this.
Whatever the case, I was alive, and I decided to focus solely on the fact that I could see my wife again.
Just as I was about to let out a sigh of relief, various concerns, like the side effects of the transplant, flashed through my mind.
"W-What about side effects? You can't just transplant organs like that..."
"I don't know. Everything was in such chaos when I woke up... By the time I gathered my senses, the surgeon and the director had already been arrested, so I couldn't get any proper answers."
"Ah..."
Looking apologetic, my wife bowed her head, tears welling in her eyes.
When I thought about it, it made sense.
Who could possibly remain sane after waking up from a narcoleptic episode to find they had been raped, and that their husband was hovering between life and death after falling during a struggle with the rapist?
It was a miracle she had even managed to pull herself together and try to handle the situation.
"I-I'm sorry..."
"Why are you apologizing, Oppa?!"
My wife snapped at the apology that had slipped from my mouth.
But the fact remained that I had failed to protect her from the wave of misfortune that had crashed over us.
I took her hand, which was trembling so hard her knuckles had turned white.
As if her frozen heart was thawing, I felt the tension slowly drain from her grip.
"Oppa..."
"Yeah..."
Unable to hold back any longer, she threw herself into my arms.
She wept bitterly, clinging to me tightly as if she would never let go.
I simply held her close, wrapping my arms around her gently.
"I'm sor—"
I barely managed to swallow another apology.
Instead, I offered her my heartfelt gratitude.
"Thank you."
In that way, we washed away the lingering residue of our misfortune with our tears.
After that, a dull, ordinary routine returned for a while.
My wife received psychological therapy and care, while I focused entirely on my recovery. They were peaceful days.
However, the public sphere was loud with gossip surrounding us, the surgeon who performed the illegal procedure, and the clinic director who had done everything to cover up his shame.
We deliberately turned our eyes away from the noise of the world, trying our best to reclaim our daily lives.
"Ah... how long has it been since I was home?"
"Oppa! Put that down right now! How can someone who just got discharged carry something so heavy?!"
Returning home after my long hospitalization, a wave of relief washed over me, making me feel like it was finally all over.
But perhaps because I had nearly died once, my wife had become noticeably anxious and fussed over me constantly.
"I'm fine. If anything, I feel better than before."
I flexed my arm, showing off my muscles.
A bicep bulged out—something that had barely existed before.
Is it because I rested so well during my hospital stay?
Actually, my body felt more energetic than it had before I was admitted.
Not only had I rested, but perhaps due to the balanced diet and the exercises I did under the guise of rehabilitation, my frame had filled out.
On top of that, to my surprise, my cock had grown thicker and longer.
The various changes in my body are a bit unsettling, but let's look on the bright side.
Surviving at all was a miracle in the first place.
The new doctor assigned to me after the original one was arrested had never seen a case like this and seemed at a loss.
They monitored me over time, but since no side effects from the reckless transplant appeared, I was finally discharged.
"Hyeonju. You need to start your narcolepsy treatment as soon as possible, too."
My wife was not currently receiving treatment for her narcolepsy.
Because what happened to me was so bizarre, she had put off her own treatment to prioritize nursing me back to health.
Now that I was discharged, I could finally break her stubbornness.
Pausing in the middle of unpacking, she nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. Now that you're out of the hospital, Oppa, I'll get it treated properly."
Unfortunately, in the meantime, her narcolepsy had worsened.
Not only did she sleep for longer periods, but she also experienced frequent micro-naps throughout the day.
It seemed she, too, realized she could no longer delay her treatment.
"But! Let's forget about everything and just rest today."
She smiled brightly and snuggled into my arms.
The soft sensation of her breasts and the faint scent of vanilla felt incredibly sweet.
Hugging her tightly, I kissed the nape of her neck.
Smooch.
"Ahaha! T-That tickles."
Feeling her familiar scent and smooth skin against my lips, heat pooled in my groin, but I tried to ignore it.
Maybe it's because I was hospitalized for so long, but my sex drive seems to have shot up.
Just looking at my wife made my cock twitch to life, which was becoming a bit concerning.
In that way, we comforted each other, trying to make up for lost time and shut out the storm of the outside world.
"Ah... it's been so long since I've been in our bed..."
My wife lay down on the bed, burying her face in the pillows as if she had sorely missed it.
I lay down beside her, pulling the blanket up to my chest. Only then did the reality that everything was finally over sink in, and my body went limp with relief.
"It was a long road..."
I had missed this familiar ceiling and the warm presence beside me so much.
Sensing my mood, my wife snuggled closer, burying herself in my chest like a child seeking comfort.
Mmm... I want to make love to her for the first time in a while...
But wrapped in my arms, she began to nod off, perhaps showing signs of her narcolepsy.
Gently stroking her cheek as she grew dazed with sleep, I did my best to suppress the rising desire within me.
"Goodnight."
"Mmh... you too, Oppa..."
Already half-asleep, she murmured her reply in a slurred, heavy voice.
I planted a light kiss on her forehead, silently thanking my lovely wife for everything she had endured, and closed my eyes.
I felt like I could sleep deeply tonight without any dreams.
How long had I been asleep?
Why is it so hot?
Had I grown so used to sleeping alone during my long hospital stay that sharing a bed now felt uncomfortable?
Just as I was trying to drift back to sleep despite the stifling heat, a strange sound caught my ear.
"...Ahk?!"
The sound, coming from right beside me, was a voice I had heard before.
Where had I heard it?
My groggy mind struggled to identify the vulgar voice and recall where it had come from.
The night my wife was raped by Jang Mansu, and I had nearly died.
It was the sound of my wife's ecstatic moans that I had heard at the end of that horrific nightmare.
"...??!!"
The sleepiness that had weighed me down vanished instantly, snapping my mind wide awake.
I bolted upright and frantically looked down at where my wife was lying.
"What...??"
There lay a female in heat.
She was not the peaceful, lovely wife I had seen before falling asleep. Instead, she was completely disheveled, squirting vaginal fluids as if she were being raped in her sleep by Jang Mansu all over again.
Squirrt! Squirt! Squirt!
Every time her hips bucked up and down, clear arousal fluid sprayed from between her thighs, arching through the air before dripping onto the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet bedroom.
The dizzying, damp heat and the musky scent of sex choked me.
Her body was slick and glistening with sweat from how hard she had been ridden. With every unsightly buck of her hips, beads of sweat rolled down her pale skin like glass marbles.
Climaxing as she thrashed her hips with vulgar intensity, the female's legs trembled violently before she collapsed, limbs sprawling across the sheets soaked in a cocktail of bodily fluids.
"Heh, heee...♡ Ahh...♡ Haa♡ Haaah♡ Ah...♡"
The depraved groans spilling from her mouth invaded my ears, piercing through my dazed mind.
The nightmare of that night had been recreated right here in our bedroom.
Whether triggered by her narcolepsy or simply drowned in pleasure, my wife looked up at me with unfocused, vacant eyes.
Her lips, slick with saliva, were swollen from being sucked so hard, and her tongue lolled out from between them.
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
As I looked down, her limbs spasmed weakly as if saturated with pleasure, and bite marks were scattered across her porcelain skin.
It was a scene of raw, throat-drying decadence, but my eyes were overlaying it with the nightmare of that night.
Don't look. Don't look. Don't...
Yet, defying the screams of my reason telling me to look away, my gaze slowly drifted downward, drawn to the space between her thighs.
Her inner thighs, spread wide like a frog's and trembling, were smeared with thick, sticky semen that was oozing out of her vagina in heavy globs, as if she had been filled to the brim multiple times.
"What... what the hell is this..."
Am I dreaming again?
But this is definitely our house.
What is this? Did I actually die when I fell back then?
Is this reality just a delusion conjured up by my brain while I lie in a vegetative state?
"What the hell is this?"
Why is my wife sprawled out beside me with her limbs limp, looking exactly like she did during that nightmare?
And what is all this semen spilling from her pussy?
Who did this to her...
A flood of questions boiled in my head.
When my thoughts reached the question of who had violated my wife, I suddenly realized how incredibly hot my own body felt.
"Huh...?"
Sensing something wrong, I looked down at myself.
My body was drenched in sweat, practically steaming as if I had just finished a round of intense lovemaking.
My cock, standing rock-hard as if it still hadn't had enough, was slick with a mixture of clear arousal fluid and thick, cloudy semen that looked freshly spent.
Did... did I do this?
When? Why? I have no memory of it.
Did I make love to my wife in my sleep?
Looking at the state of her body, it wasn't just once. It had to have been multiple times, and for a very long duration.
Was such a thing even possible?
I buried my face in my hands, trying to escape this incomprehensible reality.
"What the hell is this?!"
Terrified, I screamed and scrambled out of bed.
The sheer confusion made it hard to breathe, my chest heaving.
I wanted to run away from this horrific nightmare.
Where... where is the door?
I had to escape.
I looked around frantically, searching for the exit.
As my eyes swept across the room, something strange caught the edge of my vision.
It was a phone, propped up on the opposite side of the bed.
"My... my phone... Why is it over there...?"
I had definitely placed it on the nightstand next to the bed before falling asleep.
So why was it over there?
I approached the phone, which had been positioned deliberately to face the bed.
I pressed the power button, but it wouldn't turn on, as if the battery was completely drained.
"..."
Instinctively, a chilling premonition told me that the truth lay inside.
I hurriedly plugged in the charger and booted up the phone.
I checked the background processes to see which app had been running last.
"The camera app..."
It had recorded something?
Come to think of it, the phone had been positioned perfectly to capture the entire bed.
With trembling hands, I tapped the gallery app to face the truth hidden within.