What the Goddess Does (4)
What the Goddess Does (4)
"Once upon a time, in a mountain village with good air and good water, there was a wife who loved her husband dearly. She was a virtuous wife who would not refuse any task for her husband's sake. So much so that she decided to move from a nice neighborhood to a remote mountain village."
Richard took a sip of lemonade and continued his story.
"But regardless of her kind heart, the marital relationship wasn't very harmonious. Her perfect husband had just one 'small problem.'"
"......."
I sipped my milk tea and listened intently to his story.
I had a lot I wanted to say, but for now I stayed silent.
"Because of that small problem, the two of them had to suffer quite a bit of heartache. To resolve the husband's Neto... no, the problem, the wife had to allow another man to have her body."
"Normally, it would be unimaginable."
"......."
"But the wife genuinely loved and worried about her husband, so she decided to sacrifice herself in the end. She decided to have relations with a man other than her husband."
I listened to Richard's words attentively and took a small breath.
Even though it was a story I already knew well, hearing it from someone else's mouth made my heart go kungkwang for some reason.
"Of course, the beginning was a series of difficulties. Since she had lived her whole life knowing only her husband as a man, it wasn't easy for her to accept the other man her husband had chosen. Moreover, that other man was someone she had a bit of a bad history with."
Richard wore a crescent-moon smile on his lips.
"At first, she hesitated even at having her waist or thighs lightly touched. When he kissed her and grabbed her breast, she reflexively pushed the other man away. But despite that, she gathered her courage. For the sake of her beloved husband."
That last sentence made my heart ache particularly.
It seemed like the face of the brown-haired goddess, alone in some mountain cabin, flickered before my eyes.
"The wife accommodated the other man in everything. Her lips, breasts, buttocks, and even the woman's secret entrance that she had only ever allowed her husband—everything..."
As if recalling the wife's superb body in the story, Richard's eyes sparkled.
"She must have believed with certainty that the process was only difficult and shameful. But as their relationship continued, her reactions gradually changed."
The story grew more and more immersive.
"She herself definitely wouldn't have wanted to admit it. But every time they had relations, her body grew hotter and always told the truth. The pleasure the other man gave her was a technique she couldn't feel with her husband."
Richard spoke with a confident voice, as if he had peered into that wife's heart.
I pulled my chair close to the table and squeezed my legs tightly together.
"As their mating repeated, the liberating pleasure made her guard dull. When the other man licked her chest, she would hug his head with both arms, and when he thrust into her pussy on the bed, she would wrap her legs around his waist. It must have been an irresistible instinct."
Having said that, Richard lightly shook the glass cup in his hand.
The ice clinking dalgeurak dalgeurak inside the lemonade felt just like my heart.
"In the midst of continuing that act, suddenly there came a period when the husband had to leave the house for a while. But even without the husband, they agreed to continue the relationship between the wife and the other man for the time being. The wife reluctantly agreed to that as well."
Having said that, Richard smiled with his eyes as if to say the real part starts from here.
"Once the husband was gone, the other man began to fuck his wife without worrying about appearances. His desires knew no time or place. Not only on the couple's bed, but also on the kitchen table, the living room sofa, and even on the roof of the cabin while getting wet with night dew, they had sex many times."
Richard licked his lips as if savoring the contents of the story.
When a story I didn't know popped up, a chill came over me as if I had caught a cold.
"That was an act close to animalistic mating. He violently took her cherry-like lips, quenched his thirst with the milk from her ample breasts, and whenever he felt like it, left handprints on her proffered pretty buttocks. Even when she showed signs of distress, he never let her go."
Hearing the other man's atrocities from Richard's mouth, my groin, hidden under the table, began to ache as if it would burst.
Since we were outdoors, I tried to endure it somehow, but in the end I had to fondle the bulge in my pants with my hand.
"Then one time, the other man picked a day and did something a little mischievous~."
Richard, who had chewed and eaten the ice settled at the bottom of his empty lemonade cup, said with a hijjuk grin.
"Mischievous thing...?"
Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked the speaker before me that.
Then Richard put down his cup and slowly opened his mouth to the listener deeply immersed in the story.
"He didn't put it in."
"What...?"
"It means he only heated up her body but didn't insert. The other man persistently caressed the wife's body as usual. But he thoroughly ignored her crotch. He didn't even look at it, let alone touch it."
Richard continued with a mischievous expression that the other man from the story might make.
"The wife, noticing the other man's blatant neglect, became restless. It must have been maddening—she felt like she was dying from the itching down there, while the other man kept stimulating the wrong places. But she couldn't bring herself to ask him to do it first. She was that kind of woman."
I silently increased the speed at which I was fondling my pants.
Because the image of that wife struggling in an inescapable hell of caresses vividly appeared in my mind.
"Since she couldn't ask, the only remaining method was to make the other man fuck her pussy on his own. The wife tried quite hard. She even performed fellatio and paizuri, which she never did unless told to."
At those words, I was shocked as if hit in the back of the head by a rock.
I could hardly believe that the wife had voluntarily served the other man.
"When she unexpectedly took initiative, the other man was also a bit at risk. But he managed to endure somehow."
At the same time, the speaker proudly puffed out his chest.
"Despite all her efforts, the other man wouldn't give her the finale, and in the end, the wife waved the white flag. Then she looked at him pitifully and honestly begged, 'Please put it in now...'"
The crotch I was holding began to vibrate like a volcano about to erupt.
I somehow suppressed the excitement that seemed about to burst, and focused on Richard's words.
"Th-then what happened? Did he put it in...?"
"No, unfortunately, the other man wasn't that easygoing. He said this to the wife, who was making a face like a puppy longing for its owner's affection: 'If you want me to put it in, then put your hands on the wall and shake that ass of yours a little~.'"
At that moment, pre-cum leaked through my pants. But I had no energy to care about that.
"The wife hesitated for a moment. But realizing she had no choice, she immediately carried out the other man's instructions. The sight of her large buttocks, positioned higher than her head, swaying salang salang, must still be deeply etched in the other man's memory."
Richard wore a pleased expression on his face.
The image of the wife shaking her buttocks lewdly, yearning for the other man's cock.
That was a sight even her husband had never dared to see.
"What could he do when she wished it that much? The other man had no choice but to give in. He lightly slapped her swaying buttocks with a chalsak in acknowledgment of her efforts. Then the wife couldn't hide her joyful cheer."
Richard suddenly raised his arm as if that buttock was right before his eyes, and swung his hand through the air.
Seeing that realistic reenactment, I couldn't hold back the ejaculation that burst out.
"The other man grabbed her wide pelvis like a handle and positioned himself. And then, to her glistening pussy, his thick cock..."
Udangtang!!
Right at that moment when Richard's story was reaching its climax.
Suddenly, along with a strong wind, a noise that rang in my ears occurred close by.
From the sudden impact, the glass cup and mug that had been on the table fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.
At the same time, the eyes of everyone in the tea shop instantly turned this way.
"Ugh, uuuk...?!"
"It would be best not to move."
Someone who appeared out of nowhere snapped that at Richard, who was letting out a pained groan.
The woman with a cold expression had Richard bent over the table, skillfully twisting one of his arms behind his back.
"Did you think you could evade the surveillance network by being in a place like this? It seems I was quite underestimated. Give up pointless resistance and peacefully accept the arrest..."
"Ah, Athena...?"
I, who had been dumbfounded by the bewildering development happening in real time, barely managed to part my lips.
Then the woman who had been watching the captured Richard flinched, and finally raised her head to look straight ahead.
She stared intently at my disguised face for a while, and soon her silver eyes went wide.
"Ion...?"
Athena, who had suddenly burst into the tea shop, couldn't hide her shocked expression after seeing through my disguise.
The emotions she was feeling now and the emotions I was feeling seemed to be the same.