A Cage With No Escape
The sound of the front door slamming echoed down the hallway.
Thud.
“What a fucking idiot. Beyond imagination.”
I was waiting outside and let out a quiet laugh.
A husband who throws his own wife to another man and then runs away. Thanks to that grotesque voyeuristic kink of his, only my lower half was getting the royal treatment.
Beep-beep-beep—click.
I entered the password that Director Lee had so kindly provided and opened the front door. The spacious, luxurious penthouse came into view all at once.
“W-why are you here already!”
Song Ji-yun, standing in the middle of the living room, recoiled in horror.
She was dressed in a perfectly styled dress, ready to go out.
“What do you mean, already?”
“Don’t come near me! Get out right now!”
“I came to make you breakfast. Wasn’t that Director Lee’s order?”
“This is private space! My husband’s gone, so you get lost too!”
“He specifically asked me to take close care of you so you don’t skip meals.”
I casually slipped off my shoes and shoved my feet into the indoor slippers.
“I-I’m leaving! Move!”
“Where are you trying to go so early in the morning?”
“I have a photoshoot today! I need to go to the salon!”
She clutched her handbag tightly and tried to rush toward the entrance.
A shallow trick—trying to escape to a place where people’s eyes could see her.
I smirked and dropped onto the sofa with a thud.
“Looks like the director hasn’t told you yet.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Madam, you don’t have a single schedule until May 6th.”
“……What?”
“I pushed everything back to the 7th.”
At my light bombshell, her pupils shook violently, unable to find focus.
“D-don’t lie!”
“It’s true.”
“The director checked everything yesterday!”
“If you don’t believe me, call the salon director yourself.”
With trembling hands, Ji-yun pulled out her phone and pressed the call button.
“Huh…?”
The salon director’s cheerful voice came through the receiver.
At that moment, the phone slipped from Ji-yun’s hand and clattered to the floor.
“Ah… aah…”
The only excuse she had to run away had vanished.
The moment she realized that hopeless truth, the strength drained from her legs.
Thump.
Ji-yun collapsed onto the marble floor and shook her head like a madwoman.
“My husband… how could my husband do this to me… sob… sob…”
“Why are you so devastated?”
“Sob… huuaaah.”
“I’m just giving you a few days to rest properly.”
I stood up and walked over to her side.
I nudged the hem of her dress with my foot and looked down at her.
“Well then. All your excuses to run away have been neatly erased.”
“Hic… sob… you son of a bitch.”
“Until the 6th, you’ll have to stay stuck in this big house with me the whole time.”
Ji-yun wrapped her arms around her body in terror.
“Y-you said once a day! You promised you’d only cum once a day!”
“That’s right. Rules must be followed strictly.”
“B-but yesterday in the van, you clearly…!”
“Yesterday was yesterday. Today is a new day.”
I crouched down and forcibly grabbed her quivering chin.
“You still haven’t fulfilled today’s quota, have you?”
“Haa… hup!”
“Your schedule is completely empty. No need to rush and struggle in that cramped van, is there?”
“……”
“Today, let’s take it very leisurely right here in this spacious living room and empty today’s share.”
Ji-yun’s face turned as pale as a corpse.
I glanced briefly toward the hidden home cam lens somewhere in the house.
“You should dress comfortably at home.”
“N-no…! Please…!”
Riiip—!
I mercilessly tore away the dress she had been clutching like a shield.
Her pure white skin was laid completely bare in the air.
“Take it off.”
“Huaaang! Sob… honey, please.”
“Stop looking for your husband and greet me properly first.”
I unbuckled my belt with a low growl.
“Do you want to use your mouth? Or would you rather lie on that sofa and get fucked from below?”
“Haa… hup…!”
Forced to choose, Ji-yun trembled and bit her lip.
She had already used her mouth yesterday in the van…
If she held on, sucked hard, and made me cum quickly, today’s quota would be over.
Then she could drive this demon out of the house immediately.
Clinging to that shallow thread of hope, she crawled forward on her knees.
“I’ll… I’ll do it with my mouth.”
“An excellent choice.”
Slurp, slurp—
The obscene wet sounds filled the living room.
Ji-yun desperately swallowed me down, fighting back her gag reflex.
All for the single slender hope of ending this hell quickly.
The moment my breathing grew rough and I neared the peak—
“Uup…!”
I roughly pushed her head away and zipped my pants in one swift motion.
“Cough! Kek, ugh…!”
“It felt like you were overeating for breakfast.”
“W-what the hell are you doing…! Why did you pull out!”
“You looked like you were struggling, so I was being considerate.”
“Cum already! Cum and get the hell out of this house…!”
She screamed through a face covered in tears.
I leaned back on the sofa and smiled leisurely.
“Did I ever say I’d cum all at once?”
“…What?”
“Breakfast is just the appetizer, so I’ll stop here. Let’s continue the rest after lunch.”
Ji-yun’s face flooded with horror.
“That’s ridiculous…! You clearly said once a day…!”
“Correct. I cum once a day.”
“……”
“But until I fully finish, today’s quota isn’t complete, is it?”
“You bastard! You fucking son of a bitch…!”
I tapped her despairing cheek and sneered.
“Since we’ve finished the morning portion, shouldn’t you give your greeting?”
“Haa… you didn’t even cum…!”
“Even if I didn’t cum, I still satisfied your sexual desire with my cock, didn’t I?”
“Hic…”
“Hurry up. If you don’t, I’ll get hard again from the start and fuck your throat until it tears.”
The pressure of time and fear.
In the end, she trembled and recited the humiliating submission greeting.
“Hic… Thank you… for satisfying my sexual desire… on behalf of my impotent husband…”
Lunchtime. The kitchen table.
“Ugh. Slurp. Haa.”
“Tsk. Looks like I’ll have to pull out again.”
“N-no! Cough! Please just cum already!”
I pushed away the panting woman under the table and pulled my pants back up.
“Lunch should be light. Your greeting?”
“Haa… sob… Thank you for satisfying my sexual desire… on behalf of my impotent husband.”
Ji-yun’s voice was far more resigned than it had been that morning.
Forced to say thank you even though I hadn’t cum.
Her brain was already thoroughly broken.
And then, at 11 p.m.
Ji-yun, curled up on the living room floor, had lips so swollen they were puffy.
She had spent the entire day enduring hope torture while serving me with her mouth until she was completely drained.
“What should I do?”
“Hic… sob…”
“It doesn’t look like I can cum with your mouth at this rate.”
“Please… please stop… my jaw hurts so much… huaang…”
I sat on the recliner sofa with my legs crossed, looking down at her.
“You know that if we pass midnight, it’ll be a violation of our promise, right?”
“N-no!”
“The medical certificate will be spread all over the internet. What will you do? It seems I won’t be able to cum no matter how long you suck me with your mouth.”
Ji-yun, who desperately wanted to end this hell.
Shame and chastity had long since flown from her mind.
All that remained was the obsession to quickly fulfill today’s quota and rest.
“I’ll do it! From below… I’ll do it from below!”
“Are you serious?”
“Please cum just once… please, hic…”
“Are you sure? If you’re going to cry and claim I forced you while bringing up your husband again, then forget it.”
“N-no… I… I want to do it… hic…”
At her resigned answer, the corner of my mouth twisted upward.
“Really?”
“Haa… please hurry…”
“Then turn around in front of me.”
“Huh?”
“Lift your ass nicely and lie down properly so I can see everything.”
At my blatant demand, Ji-yun’s face flushed crimson with shame.
But the obsession to finish today’s quota ruled her completely.
“Hic… sob.”
In the end, Ji-yun turned around on the sofa, bent her trembling waist, and lay down.
She had perfectly opened herself to me in the most humiliating position possible.
I stood behind her and thrust my hips upward without hesitation.
“Aaaah…!”
“How is it? Feels good, doesn’t it, Ji-yun?”
The pleasure of being tightly locked together like beasts.
I gripped her lower body firmly and whispered lowly.
“You crazy bastard…! Hic, ha, it doesn’t feel good at all…!”
“Stop lying and tell the truth.”
“It really, really doesn’t feel good! It just hurts… aah!”
“Compare it to your husband. Still doesn’t feel good?”
“Haa hup… don’t say that kind of thing!”
“Between that limp, impotent bastard’s thing and my cock that’s stretching your insides right now.”
I pounded her roughly, trampling her pride.
“It’s obvious which one fits your hole better.”
“Shut up and just—hup—cum already!”
She screamed fiercely through a tear-streaked face.
At that moment—
Swoosh—
I stopped my merciless thrusting, pulled back in one motion, and completely withdrew.
“Haa… huk… Huh? Why… why are you pulling out again…!”
She had thrown away all her pride and gotten on all fours, only for me to stop again. Ji-yun looked up at me with resentment.
The floating pleasure and bewilderment were clear on her face.
I pulled out completely and calmly buckled my belt.
“What the hell are you doing right now!”
“You said it didn’t feel good at all.”
“Huh?”
“I thought you’d been starving down there for so long that you were enjoying it in your own way.”
“Haa… hup.”
“But you say it only hurts. Then there’s no need for you to force yourself to take mine.”
I neatly buttoned my shirt and spoke coldly.
“I’ll be heading out now. We’ll count today’s quota as a failure.”
The moment those words left my mouth, Ji-yun’s eyes widened grotesquely.
Quota failure. That meant her destruction tomorrow morning.
“W-wait! Mr. Geon-yul! No, don’t go!”
In a panic, Ji-yun crawled down from the sofa with her ruined body and grabbed onto my pant leg.
“Y-you have to cum for it to count as one day! You haven’t cum yet!”
“I’m in such a bad mood that I don’t think I can cum.”
“It’s all my fault… please!”
“I’m not interested in fucking a hole that’s only reluctantly offering itself, even if it belongs to a top star.”
I looked down indifferently at Ji-yun, who was clinging to me and sobbing.
“Do you want to finish today’s quota safely?”
“Yes… sob, I want to finish it… please.”
“Then say it properly and honestly with your own mouth.”
I tapped her wet cheek as she knelt.
“Did it really not feel good earlier?”
“When my cock went in instead of your husband’s, did you really feel nothing?”
“Hic… sob… N-no…”
“Say it properly.”
She bit her lip so hard it bled from the shame.
Caught between pride and the terror of ruin, Ji-yun finally collapsed completely.
“It… it felt good… hic.”
“What felt good?”
“Mr. Geon-yul’s cock… is much bigger than my husband’s… hup.”
“And?”
“It feels… it feels good!”
I undid my belt and pulled my pants down again.
“Then turn around again.”
“Mmm…”
Ji-yun obediently lifted her hips.
It was the posture of someone perfectly tamed—thirst winning over shame.
I thrust straight into her waiting opening.
“Huaaang—!”
“Repeat what you just said.”
“Haah, aah…!”
“Clench tightly around me and say it properly again.”
Amid the violent friction, she cried out in a voice soaked with pleasure.
“Mr. Geon-yul! Hup, Mr. Geon-yul’s cock… aaang!”
“Louder.”
“It’s much bigger than my husband’s… and it feels so gooood! Huaang!”
“Good girl, Ji-yun.”
That honest, vulgar confession became the perfect fuse.
I no longer held back. I drove into her like a beast, all the way to the deepest part.
“Ugh…! Haah…!”
Soon, with scorching heat, I poured every drop of the desire I had held back all day deep inside her.
Creampie.
The moment I finished ejaculating, Ji-yun’s waist arched like a bow.
“Haa… haa…”
I breathed roughly and whispered into her quivering ear.
“There. I came properly, just like you wanted so badly.”
“Hic… ngh, haa…”
“Since I came inside you, what do you need to do now?”
Ji-yun clung tightly to my waist. With a tear-streaked face, her lips moved.
The terrible submission greeting that had bound her all day.
But now it flowed out as a voluntary surrender mixed with thick pleasure.
“Haa… On behalf of my impotent husband…”
“Thank you… for satisfying my sexual desire… hup.”
I gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair and smiled with satisfaction.
“Well done. Let’s rest nice and deep until the 6th, Song Ji-yun.”
On the night of May 3rd, in perfect isolation.
Song Ji-yun had crossed a river from which she could never return.