Your Wife Is Mine Tonight
"You want me to obey your every word? Does that even make sense? How am I supposed to know what you'll make me do? You expect me to promise something like that?"
"Haha. Obviously I'll keep things within reason. What do you take me for? And even if you make the promise, if I go too far you can just run away like last time, right?"
Choi Min-seo narrowed her eyes at him, suspicion written plainly across her face. Sun Kim only flashed a grin of white teeth and laughed.
"Or you can just go home right now. I'll write off tonight's hotel bill as a loss. Ah — wait. I already ate that cost once, didn't I?"
The hotel bill he meant was the last time Choi Min-seo had fled. She'd run, and he hadn't even gotten to finish.
"So what's it gonna be? Hurry up and decide."
"...Fine. I'll do it."
"Good. Then first things first — change the way you talk."
"The way I talk?"
"Yeah. From now on you're obeying me, so you should speak respectfully. Don't you think?"
"...Understood."
She bit her lip once, then nodded.
"Good. Then how about we start taking those clothes off?"
Choi Min-seo nodded silently and reached for her clothes, but Sun Kim caught her by the wrist.
"...You need to answer me. From now on, you respond to everything I say."
"...Understood."
Satisfied, Sun Kim smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. Choi Min-seo began peeling off her clothes, piece by piece. With every garment that slipped to the floor, he rounded his lips in open admiration.
"I saw you last time, but damn. You're really something. Like looking at a doll."
"Thank you."
Once she stood fully naked, shame flooded through her under his gaze as he appraised her body like a connoisseur inspecting a piece of art. She crossed both arms over her chest and between her legs.
"Don't cover up. Show me."
There was no chance he was going to sit quietly and let her hide. At his firm command, she finally dropped her arms.
A cinched waist that defied explanation for how those full, springy breasts could even be attached to it — and perched atop them, a pair of cute pink nipples.
Fuck. There's no way I'm letting a woman like this slip away.
Sun Kim ran his tongue across his lips. This time, he swore, he was going to devour her completely.
"Good. That's enough of that. Come here."
"Wait. At least let me wash up first. I might smell..."
"No. I like it better this way. Get over here."
She'd asked to clean herself, but he shook his head without a hint of compromise. And he was right — there was nothing unpleasant about her scent. If anything, she gave off a fragrance so sweet he wanted to keep breathing it in.
Doesn't seem like perfume. Weirdly fragrant, though.
He caught Choi Min-seo by the waist as she stepped close and sat her down in front of him. He was just starting to fondle her breasts, ready to properly enjoy himself, when something occurred to him.
"Ah. Come to think of it, there's something we need to do first."
"Something we need to do?"
"Yeah. Something. Go get your phone."
"What are you planning?"
"Didn't you hear what I just said? You obey me."
In the end she fetched her phone as ordered, then looked at him with a question in her eyes — now what?
"What are you waiting for? Call your husband."
Lee Jun was working out.
After Choi Min-seo had left to meet Sun Kim, his body had grown so feverishly hot he thought he might lose his mind if he didn't move. He needed to burn through as much stamina as he possibly could. If he didn't exhaust himself even a little, he was certain the erection straining between his legs would never go down.
He'd tried housework first, but he was already so thoroughly domesticated that he finished every chore in a flash. Now he was outside, running laps through the park.
"Hah— hah— hah— hah—!"
He'd always trained hard to keep up with his beloved wife's appetite. He ran and ran at a pace no ordinary person could match, until his breath tore at the back of his throat.
That was when his phone rang.
Like most hackers, he didn't have many friends. The only people who ever called him were his wife, Choi Min-seo, or the Hero Association. And he'd already handled the Association's last job, which left only one possibility.
He stopped running and snatched the phone from his pocket, checking the screen.
"A video call?"
It was a video call. He rarely used them, so he tilted his head as he accepted. The moment he saw what was on the screen, he swallowed hard.
There on the other end, perched on the edge of a hotel bed and nestled in Sun Kim's arms, was the woman he loved.
"Go on. Say it."
At Sun Kim's prodding, Choi Min-seo — who had been biting her lip — slowly opened her mouth.
"I'll be late tonight. I have to spend the whole night in Kim Tae-yang's arms. So go to bed without me."
That was the last of it. The call cut off.
"Wait! M-Min-seo!"
He called back immediately, but she didn't pick up. Anxiety clenched his fists tight.
Should he use his ability to look through her phone?
But that would be breaking their promise.
Hack Sun Kim's phone? His thoughts spun in circles, but in the end he did nothing. This was the very situation he had proposed to her in the first place. There was no taking it back now.
He slipped the phone back into his pocket and went home. Then he waited for her, endlessly. The smell of sweat clung to his whole body, but he even forgot to wash. He chewed his nails and waited and waited. The sun set and darkness fell, but she did not come home.
At the same time, he looked down at himself. From the moment the video call had ended, his cock had been hard, and it refused to go down.
"At this rate, it's like I'm someone who actually enjoys netorase."
Not "like" someone. He was already getting off on the thought of his wife in another man's arms. He told himself it wasn't true, but his cock was honest.
Time passed. Near dawn, the door opened and Choi Min-seo came home.
"M-Min-seo. Are you okay? Why didn't you pick up?"
"Mm. Sorry. I didn't have a chance."
She apologized as she came closer, and her expression was languid, almost wanton. A sheen of sweat still clung to her forehead, a single strand of hair stuck to it. Her lipstick was smeared to one side. Her clothes were thrown on in such a rush it was obvious she hadn't even dressed properly.
"...How did it go today?"
What he was really asking was whether they had gone all the way this time.
Instead of answering, Choi Min-seo held out a memory card.
"Want to watch it together?"
When Choi Min-seo had been on the video call with Lee Jun, she had seen it clearly. His face was flushed, thoroughly worked up.
He's turned on.
He probably didn't even realize it himself, but his face had gone red and his breathing had grown ragged. Sun Kim hadn't noticed the change, but she — who had loved this man so deeply for so long — could see it instantly.
"You heard her, husband. Your wife belongs to me tonight."
Sun Kim left those words hanging and cut the call. After that, Lee Jun kept trying to reach her, but she didn't pick up. She tossed the phone aside.
"Good. Then we pick up right where we left off, yeah?"
The first thing Lee Jun saw when he took the memory card was his wife on her knees in front of Sun Kim. Not merely kneeling — lowered, offering herself in service.
"He said we should pick up from where we left off last time. So I used my mouth."
"I-I see."
Choi Min-seo's tone was perfectly casual. Lee Jun's voice, by contrast, trembled. It wasn't anger at the sight of his wife in another man's arms. It was arousal. The proof stood rigid, straining against his pants as if it might tear through the fabric.
"Well? Are you turned on?"
"N-no. I'm not."
"Then what's this?"
She stroked his cock as she asked, and Lee Jun's body shuddered.
Ah. He's so cute. What am I supposed to do with him?
Choi Min-seo found him so adorable she hardly knew what to do with herself. If she followed her heart, she would have shoved him onto the bed and eaten him alive right then and there.
"You're really not turned on? You are, aren't you?"
"Y-yeah..."
Under her relentless questioning, Lee Jun finally nodded. And then, on the phone playing the video, Choi Min-seo began to move.
Kneeling before Sun Kim's massive frame felt like sitting at the foot of a colossal statue. Between those thick, solid thighs, his cock stood in all its imposing glory. With petite Choi Min-seo sitting in front of the tall man, the thing rose above her head — too high to take into her mouth easily.
"There. This should work."
Sun Kim sat on the edge of the bed, and only then was his cock at a height she could reach.
"Alright. Let's start filming."
Once again, he picked up Choi Min-seo's phone and began recording. A chime marked the start, and Sun Kim shoved the camera between his own legs. The sight of a woman as beautiful as Choi Min-seo sitting between his thighs filled him with an overwhelming sense of conquest.
"What are you waiting for? Suck it."
"Yes."
Choi Min-seo wrapped her small hand around his cock. It was so thick she could barely close her fingers around it, and so long that even using both hands she could scarcely cover the shaft.
"Hahh."
She parted her lips and took the head into her mouth. A salty taste spread across her tongue, followed by the distinctive fishy tang of pre-cum. She swirled her tongue around the glans, and the more she worked it, the harder the cock grew against her palate.
She was diligently servicing him when Sun Kim clicked his tongue, clearly unimpressed.
"Tsk. That's the best you can do with your tongue?"
"What?"
Startled by his cold tone, she pulled her mouth off his cock. Lee Jun would have been over the moon with even this much. But through Sun Kim's eyes, her technique didn't come close to satisfying him.
"Gotta teach you how to suck dick from scratch. This is gonna be a pain."
"I-I'm sorry."
She hadn't actually needed to apologize, but the words came out before she could stop them. Sun Kim clicked his tongue and began instructing her, step by step.
"Keep the head in your mouth and stroke the shaft with your hand."
"Mmh."
With the head still in her mouth, she couldn't answer properly. She wrapped her small hand around the shaft and slowly pumped it up and down.
"Good. Now use your other hand on my balls. They're sensitive, so be gentle."
Wet, sucking sounds filled the air as she swirled her tongue and cupped his balls. Those, too, seemed easily twice the size of Lee Jun's.
"Now swallow it. Take it into your throat."
"Mmh-mmh."
Again, she couldn't form a proper reply. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and took the head deeper. Rounding her lips, she bobbed her head up and down, sucking with wet, earnest pulls. But Sun Kim still looked unsatisfied.
"Tch. That's all you've got?"
He clicked his tongue, then grabbed her head with both hands. Before she could even react, he drove his cock straight in.
A wet, choking sound tore from her throat as the head punched into her windpipe. Her eyes went red and tears welled up.
"Ghk! Khk!"
"What? This is how you use that throat of yours!"
Whether she was suffering or not made no difference to him. He gripped her head and pumped it back and forth. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room every time his cock rammed her throat — a slick, meaty rhythm of flesh driving into a place that was never meant to take it. He kept going until she finally gagged, wrenched her head to the side, and pulled off.
"Haaah!"
A mixture of saliva and pre-cum streamed from her lips in a glistening thread.
"Tch. Can't even use your throat right, you bitch."
Sun Kim looked down at her with open contempt, but she couldn't manage a reply. Something far more important was happening to her body.
Her pussy had grown hot, and slick was beginning to trickle down her thighs.
Am I... getting off on this?
Just like Lee Jun, Choi Min-seo was discovering a new taste in herself.