Misfortune Strikes in Succession, Part 2
"Alright, now that the introductions are out of the way, let's show off our lovely wife's skin. Huh? We need to get a good shot of her looking pretty before she gets covered in cum so we can compare them later. Right?"
I couldn't believe such vulgar words had just spilled from my own mouth.
Yet, completely against my will, my hand was slowly sliding up under my wife's white top.
"Damn... I felt it the last time I fucked her, but her skin is seriously so soft and smooth. How is it this flawless? The texture feels fucking incredible."
I recoiled in horror as the sensation of my wife's soft, smooth belly filled my palm.
W-what is this?! What the hell is going on?! Why... why can I feel this?! Is this a dream? It has to be a dream! Is it because it's a dream? No, is it not a dream?! What the fuck is this?!
It wasn't just that. My wife's warmth was transmitted directly through the contact of our skin.
The faint scent of vanilla and her familiar, sweet body odor drifted clearly into my senses.
It was as if I had regained lost senses; a flood of different sensations rushed over me all at once.
It feels like... like I'm the one holding her...
My body was clearly right there.
Yet, every single sensation that body felt was being transmitted directly to my consciousness.
It was so vivid, as if I were holding her myself, and there was absolutely no way to stop it.
In my sheer panic, I was a step too late in noticing another abnormality in my body.
My entire body was burning up.
This boiling heat was the flush of arousal, flaring up in anticipation of claiming a female.
"It's hard to feel her up properly sitting side-by-side like this. Shall we move a bit?"
The thing occupying my body shifted to embrace my wife from behind.
As he pulled her limp, narcoleptic body against his chest, the faint warmth and soft texture of her skin filtered through the thin fabric.
As my body pressed tightly against her back, a new stimulation surged from my lower half.
What... what is this? Don't tell me... I'm hard?
The tip of my cock, thicker and longer than it had ever been before my discharge.
The sensation of my wife's ripe buttocks pressed right against the glans.
The entity possessing my body must have felt it too, letting out a low groan as he wedged the shaft deep into the cleft of her ass.
"Mnh... fuck. Her ass is fucking huge. It was my biggest regret that I couldn't flip this fat ass over and doggy-style her, but look at me making it happen now."
What did he mean by that?
The words were shocking enough to make me momentarily forget the ecstatic sensation of my wife's cleavage pressing against my erection.
The nuance that he had held my wife before triggered a powerful sense of déjà vu.
I stared intently at the thing that was kneading my wife's belly and pressing its cock into her backside.
Overlapping with my own reflection—which had grown unfamiliar and bulkier after the transplant—was the silhouette of another man.
Jang Mansu...?
Why did the man who raped my wife, fought with me, and fell to his death come to mind at this exact moment?
But that déjà vu quickly hardened into a terrifying certainty.
Though my mind desperately wanted to deny it, every single nerve ending in my body screamed that it was indeed that bastard.
Slide, slide.
While I was paralyzed with shock, Jang Mansu, occupying my body, began to strip off my wife's top.
Just before her full breasts could be revealed, he stopped pulling the shirt up, as if teasing her.
Then, reaching up from her belly, he thrust his hand under the fabric and squeezed her bare breast hard.
"Ah...?!"
My wife let out a strained groan at the sudden pain and stimulation of her breast being violently squeezed.
Ugh!
I groaned inwardly at the mind-numbing softness and the sensation of the plump flesh filling my palm.
My wife didn't dislike intimacy, but she was very shy.
She preferred to make love with the lights off and found rough, aggressive play difficult to handle.
Because of that, this was the first time her breast had ever been grabbed and squeezed so ruthlessly.
"Wow, fuck... these tits are insane. Last time, I couldn't squeeze them too hard because I was afraid she'd wake up, but these are the real deal."
Jang Mansu marveled, clearly feeling the exact same sensation of her breast in his palm.
The softness of the flesh spilling through his fingers every time he squeezed was beyond words, and the texture of her slightly damp, smooth skin was incredibly sweet.
Jang Mansu toyed with her breast under her shirt a few more times before looking directly into the recording camera of the phone.
"Now, let's reveal our lovely wife's tits~"
Treating my wife as if she were his own property, Jang Mansu roughly stripped her top off.
Her bare breasts bounced heavily as they were fully exposed.
I could only watch helplessly as my wife's private body, which had only ever been permitted for my eyes, was laid bare on camera.
"..."
Jang Mansu suddenly fell silent as he stared down at her bare breasts.
After quietly gazing at them for a moment, he suddenly snapped in irritation.
"Ah, fuck, this is suddenly pissing me off. If I knew that was gonna be the last time, I would've turned on all the lights and fucked her like a dog, whether she woke up or not. Why the fuck did her husband have to come back right then? Ah, shit."
I understood exactly what was irritating him.
When he had raped her in her sleep, he had relied only on the dim light leaking from the medical equipment.
It seemed he deeply regretted having raped her so tentatively out of fear of getting caught.
But right now, I didn't have the mental capacity to care about his regrets.
She's... she's so beautiful...
I had vaguely sensed it whenever we made love in the dark.
Just how voluptuous her body was, and how intensely it stimulated a man's desire.
Yet, because I loved her so much, I had suppressed my own primal cravings.
I believed that was what a proper husband should do, and that it was the foundation of the future we were building together.
But now, I deeply regretted that gentle, tender consideration.
...
My gaze naturally drifted to her other breast, which was being squeezed in Jang Mansu's hand.
The pale breast, glistening slightly with sweat, was completely distorted under his thick, heavy fingers. The sight of the flesh bulging between his fingers stirred a deep sense of arousal and sadism within me.
Gulp...
My throat burned with the thirst of desire.
A primal urge to keep moving my hands and knead my wife's breasts boiled up from the depths of my chest.
But that body wasn't mine right now.
It belonged to the man who had raped my wife.
Just as the flames of jealousy and rage were about to flare up, a new sensation registered in my mouth.
Slurp...!
"Mmph..."
Startled by the wet, smooth contact on my lips, I snapped my gaze upward.
There, I saw my wife, her lips being ravaged by a beast.
"Slurp... suck, mnh, chu... hah... lick, lick..."
"Mmph, mm... ah...! Haa...! Mmph...?!"
The sight of my wife, her head bent back as she was subjected to a crushing, dominant kiss, evoked a thrilling mix of profound helplessness and dizzying arousal.
A red tongue slowly emerged between her parted lips.
I watched clearly as the tongue crawling out of Jang Mansu's mouth forced its way into hers.
Ha, haah...! Hah...
As if synchronizing with Jang Mansu, my breath grew shallow. I unconsciously parted my lips in the empty air, my tongue trembling.
The wetness and sweetness coating my entire tongue made my head spin.
Every time Jang Mansu's tongue swept through the crevices of her mouth, her anxious trembling was transmitted directly to me.
Watching my wife get devoured in this kiss, a maddening arousal boiled up from deep in my gut, making my erection grow even harder.
Ugh, uuuugh...! Urrrgh...!!!
A sweet fruit hung right before my eyes, yet I couldn't eat it, driving me mad with frustration.
Every time Jang Mansu violated my wife, the ecstatic sensations he felt—the scorching heat, the damp body odor—were vividly delivered to me.
Consequently, a filthy desire to feel even more of it, even if only indirectly, clashed violently in my head with the rage demanding I tear that bastard away from my wife.
But regardless of whether reason or instinct won, I had no choice.
I could only watch helplessly.
"Mmph...!"
"Mph...?!"
Jang Mansu's mouth completely smothered my wife's lips.
Their mouths pressed together without a single gap.
I could vividly feel Jang Mansu's tongue, writhing like a snake, wrapping around my wife's tongue and playing with it.
"Mmph, chu...! Slurp...! Suck...! Lick, lick! Lick!"
"M-mmph...! Mph... khh...! Ha, haah...! Ah...?! L-lick...! Lick! Lick!"
Suffocating, my wife's eyelids fluttered as she slowly began to open her eyes.
Perhaps due to her narcolepsy, her gaze was hazy and unfocused.
Looking into her eyes, filled with drowsiness and confusion, an incomprehensible arousal washed over me, making my jaw tremble.
It was like the thrill of stepping on pristine, white snow and defiling it for the first time.
Ah...! Ugh...?!
It was a hell I wanted to escape.
Yet, it was a nightmare I wanted to keep tasting.
Huff...! Huff...! Huff...
Panting heavily, I continued to watch the misfortune that had befallen us.
The violent kiss, devoid of even a shred of consideration, went on.
Perhaps reaching her limit from the prolonged kiss, my wife's waist stiffened, a tension I felt through our touching skin.
As if refusing to let the escaping female go, Jang Mansu pulled her even tighter into his embrace, pinning her down as he continued to ravage her body.
Squeeze!
"Mph?!"
As if he were lust incarnate, Jang Mansu's rough hand squeezed my wife's breast hard.
Under the force of his grip, I saw her full breast distort like dough right before my eyes.
I was becoming addicted to the bursting heat and tight elasticity transmitted through the palm.
Stained by Jang Mansu's murky lust, not only I, but my wife as well, was slowly being dyed in it.