Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Make the Married Magical Girl Climax! 2
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‘There’s some personal desire mixed in, but who cares.’
They had treated me like a living dildo first, this rude couple, so this level of depravity should be no problem.
The married woman on her knees clutched her phone like a lifeline, frozen stiff, while I looked down at her coldly and repeated my command with my eyes.
Dial right now, or I’ll do it myself.
Seeing my resolute, icy gaze, Han Min-jeong realized this was no joke and trembled helplessly, not knowing what to do.
“Hand it over.”
As if wasting time on her hesitation was unacceptable, I snatched the phone and immediately called her husband on video.
“Ah, no! Stop! Give it back! Hurry up and give it...”
[Hello? Honey? Why the sudden video call? Huh? Kang Ihyeon?]
Han Min-jeong lunged to grab the phone back from me, but she was a step too late.
She froze in the exact position she’d lunged in, clinging to me.
The video only showed my face, so Yoo Seon-woo still had no idea what was happening and seemed perfectly at ease.
“Ah, hello, Yoo Seon-woo. Sorry to call so suddenly, but I had something to ask before I take care of your wife.”
[……What is it?]
An awkward silence stretched between the two men.
He was clearly annoyed by the rudeness and impropriety of a man calling out of the blue right before embracing his wife.
I pulled Han Min-jeong—who had frozen while trying to snatch the phone back—tight against my waist, holding her so she couldn’t escape.
Her face, now in my arms, drained of all color and began trembling violently, as if she might faint at any moment.
Ignoring the pale, shaking Han Min-jeong, I came up with a plausible excuse for calling her husband.
“It’s nothing much. Where are your wife’s sensitive spots? I need to make her feel it as much as possible to resolve her issues, but asking her directly feels a bit rude.”
At my absurd question, both Han Min-jeong and Yoo Seon-woo wore expressions like, What kind of lunatic is this?
[Huuuuuh……]
A long, soul-weary sigh came through the phone.
I grabbed the back of the wriggling married woman’s hair in my arms, warning her quietly that if she didn’t stay still, I’d show her husband her pathetic state right now.
Realizing my warning wasn’t a bluff, Han Min-jeong bit her lower lip hard and began enduring the humiliation.
The sight of a married woman swallowing her shame to keep her disheveled state hidden from her husband stirred a deep conquest lust in me.
[……Her breasts. My wife is especially sensitive there.]
After an eternity of silence, the husband confessed his wife’s weakness.
Hearing that, I flashed the world’s most gracious smile and thanked him.
“Thank you. Oh, and Yoo Seon-woo? I’m thinking of training your wife as a masochist. Mind cooperating a bit?”
[……What?]
“Come on. You two are already using me as a living dildo or a human shield, so this much cooperation is the least you can do.”
No sooner had I said it than I angled the phone to show him Han Min-jeong—clinging to me, hair gripped, unable to move.
“Ah...”
[Wha...?]
The couple’s voices overlapped across the distance.
I couldn’t see the video screen from my angle, but I could guess the situation.
How many people could instantly accept seeing their naked wife in another man’s arms, hair yanked aggressively?
Han Min-jeong’s thick, pinkish lips trembled as she stared in terror.
“Ah, ahh... Th-that’s... Ah... Aah...!”
Desperate to offer some excuse to her beloved husband, Han Min-jeong opened her mouth, but no words came out.
I placed the phone in her hand so the loving couple could see each other, then grabbed her husband’s revealed weak spot—her breasts—with brutal force.
“Agh?!”
[H-Honey?!]
The moment I felt the soft flesh fill my hand and heard her lewd cry, my reason nearly snapped.
Beyond the massive mounds, her pounding heartbeat raced like it would burst, and the overflowing, soaked breast flesh spilling between my fingers was a feast for the eyes.
“Yoo Seon-woo. If you hang up, I’ll report that Han Min-jeong can never receive proper care again.”
[Wh-what the hell?! No, forget that—what is this?! Are you insane?!]
I took the phone from Han Min-jeong’s hand and propped it on the desk so we’d both be fully visible, then spoke.
“You know this kind of care method is technically ‘illegal,’ right? Even so, your predecessor helped out of goodwill, and now you’re biting the hand that fed you. I can’t do anything about that.”
Care Supporters had a duty to care for their assigned Magical Girls to the best of their ability, but they didn’t have to go this far.
The couple knew that, so instead of protests or rebuttals, silence returned.
Suppressing a sigh that nearly escaped, I explained the care plan for the Magical Girl.
“I’m going to train Han Min-jeong into a masochist. Turn this coward into a bitch in heat just from a spanking.”
No need to explain who the coward or the bitch was—they knew better than anyone.
If their marriage didn’t improve after this, there was nothing more to do.
I’d stick to the original plan: train her so thoroughly that just penetration would make her squirt and climax.
In truth, I was bluffing hard—I had zero experience with this—but I was creating the craziest scenario I could imagine.
I yanked on Han Min-jeong’s breast I’d been gripping, making a show of it.
“Eek! Ah, it hurts...!”
“What’s with the whining? We’re just getting started.”
Deciding no more explanations or mercy were needed, I began slowly toying with the married woman’s luscious breasts at my feet.
One hand squeezed and stimulated aggressively, while the other teased her nipples lightly with my fingertips, rolling them gently.
Han Min-jeong’s already sensitive breasts trembled involuntarily at the rough assault combined with the torturous, feather-like tickling.
‘Seon-woo is watching...!’
What drove Han Min-jeong the craziest wasn’t being toyed with like she was being raped—it was that her husband was watching.
She couldn’t bring herself to turn toward the phone with the video call connected.
At the same time, wondering what expression he wore as he looked at me was maddening, so forcing herself not to turn was the best she could do.
“Hah, ah... Haak! Ngh, eugh...!”
With her sensitive breasts under constant assault, Han Min-jeong desperately stifled her leaking moans.
‘This is fun.’
Savoring the soft fullness filling both hands, I thrilled so intensely that every hair on my body stood on end in this insane situation.
My dick stood rock-hard, leaking precum like crazy—turns out I had quite the sadistic streak.
I occasionally glanced at the phone to gauge the husband’s reaction.
‘He’s got a pretty manly face when he tries. If you’d manned up sooner, I wouldn’t have needed to fuck your wife. What a frustrating guy.’
The once-weak-looking man’s face was rigid and tense—a sight worth watching.
Not wanting to startle his wife under my tormenting hands, he wasn’t even breathing audibly through the phone, which sparked my mischief.
To show off to the husband, I pinched her pink nipples atop her breasts and yanked hard.
“Ahaaaaaah??!!”
[Honey!]
The married woman couldn’t withstand the dizzying pinch-and-pull, her desperate scream echoing through the room.
Hearing his wife’s pained cry, the husband finally shouted, and at the sound, the bitch suddenly gushed clear love juices from between her legs.
“Ah...?”
Han Min-jeong, tears streaming down her face, felt her lower belly contract to its limit before an unbearable heat exploded outward.
The dizzying wave of pleasure swept her body and slammed into her mind, and in that moment, she heard her beloved husband calling her.
Her body mistakenly attributed the stimulation to her husband, squirting fluids as she came lightly.
“Th-this can’t be...”
Breathing raggedly, Han Min-jeong stared in terror at the unbelievable change in herself.
“What’s this? Acting all chaste like you only take it from your loving husband, but you’re a total slut.”
I teased the shocked married woman’s pussy—still squirting fluids—with my toe.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
“Ngh, n-haaah...! Kkh, huuugh...!”
I could vividly feel my big toe getting soaked in her juices.
I ignored the pump-jack thump of my heart and feigned composure.
For a guy who’d just lost his virginity, this was high difficulty, but I’d give it my all.
To twist her defenses sadistically, I shoved my toe deep into her pussy.
Squelch!
“Haaaaah!!!”
It felt like my toe was sinking into hot mud, the intricate wrinkles inside clamping down, nearly making me moan.
‘Totally different from Se-ah Sister.’
Even with just my toe, the sensation inside was completely different.
Se-ah Sister’s was brand-new tight, like it’d rip your dick off, but this had some mileage yet felt expertly trained.
Like she instinctively knew how to squeeze for maximum pleasure, the inner walls rippled like waves, sending chills down my spine.