A Restless Night
Min-a, having come several times from the extension condom, lay sprawled there, breathing hard.
But Seong-jun was still nowhere near satisfied, mentally or physically.
He pulled off the massive extension condom that had just been ravaging his wife’s inner walls and tossed it aside.
The silicone mass, slick with gel and her arousal as it landed on the bedsheets, looked almost like a beast’s shed skin.
Seong-jun drew a rough breath and set his own real cock, still not fully softened but already cooling, against her wet entrance.
"Haa... haa..."
Where the cold gel and rigid silicone had been, there was now only warm, living flesh charged with blood.
When the head of Seong-jun’s cock gently forced into the reddened opening of Min-a’s cunt, her reaction burst out at once.
"Uunng... huhhng! Oppa... it’s hot!"
It was less an insertion than a fusion.
The creaking friction from earlier was gone, replaced by a wet sound that seeped straight into his ears.
Min-a was no longer the woman who had been screaming for her "ahjussi" beneath that enormous fake cock only moments ago.
She clung fiercely to Seong-jun’s shoulders and wrapped her thighs around his waist, as though she were chasing the warmth of her husband’s skin.
Her vaginal muscles were sucking at Seong-jun’s cock with desperate completeness, as if searching for a missing half.
The inner walls rippled softly, but with a far tighter fit than before.
It was a contraction born of pure affection, free of fear or pressure.
Seong-jun began moving his hips mechanically.
The inner walls that had been blocked by thick silicone now bit down pleasantly on his own flesh, yet he still couldn’t truly feel Min-a.
"Hah... was the ahjussi’s cock good?"
Seong-jun asked Min-a as though the extension condom had been another man.
Min-a’s eyes were hazy as she looked up at her husband.
Gasping for breath, she began reciting the line he wanted on reflex.
"Huhhng... it was good, oppa... the ahjussi kept jamming that huge thing in me... ahh... Min-a’s pussy’s all loose now... but I still like it, right?"
"That’s why it’s good. A cunt worn loose like a rag..."
The words that left Seong-jun’s mouth were filthy and obscene, but his voice remained dry.
"You’ll keep giving it to the ahjussi, won’t you...? Because Min-a’s a rag, right?"
He asked again, as if confirming it.
And Min-a, holding back a moan, scrambled for an answer meant to please her husband.
"Ah... okay... then oppa too... haa... you should keep... uhng... fucking Min-a’s rag pussy...?"
Her voice was filled with a desperate need for reassurance, the opposite of the lewd words she used.
The moment he heard that answer, Seong-jun’s face went blank again.
He drove his hips harder, hiding the erection that felt as though it might give out at any second.
With Seong-jun’s motions, Min-a began trembling in spasms.
"Hah! Oppa! Feels good! Ahhng!"
Min-a’s waist locked up stiffly as she hit her sixth climax.
Her vaginal walls convulsed, squeezing his sex, but even in that ecstatic grip Seong-jun never reached the brink.
He merely moved a few more times out of obligation until she settled, then stopped.
In the motel room, where the rough sex had ended, only the growling hum of the air conditioner rang loudly.
Min-a was lying in Seong-jun’s arms, catching her breath. Her whole body was slick with sweat, and here and there her skin was marked red with the handprints he had left behind.
She lifted her head and looked at her husband.
Then she noticed the limp, shrunken thing between his thighs.
"Oppa... you still didn’t finish, did you? Hehe, sorry..."
Deep guilt settled into Min-a’s eyes.
She had gone six times, but her husband hadn’t gone even once.
She could feel it too: Seong-jun still hadn’t properly enjoyed himself tonight.
Min-a forced her exhausted body upright.
"Should I do it with my mouth? Or..."
She hesitated for a moment, then looked at Seong-jun with a slightly shy face and said,
"Do you want to use my ass?"
"......"
Min-a lay down over the bedsheet and lifted her hips high.
Her face was buried in the pillow, but her ears and the back of her neck were flushed red.
She trembled as she reached behind herself and carefully spread the soft, white fullness of her ass cheeks apart.
"It didn’t work before, but yours is fine, oppa. Will you cum here?"
Her puckered ring twitched in a small, involuntary clench.
Even if she was somewhat used to anal sex, it had taken real courage for her to offer this.
Seong-jun knew that side of her heart well.
But what he wanted moving her was not "consideration" but "pleasure."
Preferably from someone other than Seong-jun.
From the ahjussi.
"It’s fine. You’re tired."
Seong-jun gave a bitter smile and brushed back her damp hair.
"Let’s just rest. We’ve done too much today."
"I really am okay... if you can’t cum, it’s hard for you..."
"Oppa’s okay too."
"...All right, oppa."
Min-a accepted her husband’s refusal.
She didn’t press him further.
Recently, Seong-jun’s repeated failures to finish.
She could not have missed the change in him.
So she had decided to be a wise wife who preserved a man’s pride.
Seong-jun felt another heaviness settle in some corner of his heart at Min-a’s misguided kindness.
Not long after they had showered and lain down on the bed, Min-a was out cold.
Seong-jun slipped carefully out of bed.
1 a.m.
He opened the small balcony door beside the window and stepped outside, where the cool night air seeped into his lungs.
Neon signs flickered in the distance, and the faint noise of cars moving along the road drifted up to him.
Leaning on the railing, Seong-jun let out a deep sigh.
In his hand was the cigarette pack he had used as a prop earlier.
It had been ten years since he had quit smoking, on some day long ago.
By habit, Seong-jun took one out and held it to his lips.
The sharp menthol scent lingered at the tip of the filter.
When he flicked the lighter, an orange flame wavered with a sharp hiss.
Just as he was about to light the cigarette, Seong-jun stared absentmindedly into the center of the flame.
He was remembering what had just happened.
A moment ago, when he had been rocking his hips inside Min-a.
In his head, vicious fantasies had been spreading out toward the wife before his eyes.
Strange men had fallen on Min-a and penetrated both her front and back holes at once.
Min-a had screamed in pain. "Ahk!! It’s too big! Oppa, save me! I feel like I’m going to die!"
But they had ignored her, grabbing her by the hair and thrusting into her like beasts.
Dirty semen and filth had dribbled from every one of her holes.
And yet even those raw, violent images barely got Seong-jun burning.
The line Min-a had spoken, promising to give her rag cunt to the ahjussi, was the same.
Whenever he heard Min-a call him "oppa," the shapes of those men scattered like smoke.
And Seong-jun was dragged back to the role of a tender husband again.
His cock had shrunk without ever spilling its need.
This can’t go on...
The roleplay with Min-a that had once driven Seong-jun insane just to say out loud had become nothing more than a process of confirming this miserable conclusion.
Wearing a silicone shell and pretending to be an ahjussi would not change Min-a.
"Huu..."
The lighter’s flame had already gone out.
Seong-jun pushed the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth back into the pack.
The menthol scent on his lips drifted through his mouth and vanished.
The darkness in his mind settled over the balcony again.
Just then, the acrid smoke from a cigarette lit downstairs rose lazily on the night wind.
Frowning, Seong-jun avoided the smoke and went back into the room.
On the bed was Min-a, asleep in the same position as before he had gone out, turned toward the empty space where her husband should have been.
Seong-jun stood by the bedside for a moment and looked at his wife’s face.
Min-a looked so peaceful she seemed almost defenseless.
It was impossible to imagine the woman who had been trembling in pleasure with her blindfold on only moments ago.
A wave of self-loathing rose in him.
She was such a kind, devoted woman.
A woman who would do anything her husband asked.
And still, he wanted to drag her down even further?
"I’m a fucking lunatic."
Seong-jun muttered the curse under his breath and carefully climbed back onto the bed.
He lifted the blanket and lay down beside Min-a, and she stirred in her sleep, sensing his presence.
Then, on instinct, she burrowed into his arms. Warm, soft skin pressed against Seong-jun’s chest.
She trusted him absolutely.
Believing this was the safest place in the world.
Seong-jun reached out and held his wife tightly.
Tonight, too, he restrained his desire.
He protected his wife, protected the family, and controlled his own twisted lust.
But he knew.
The desire he kept forcing down had become poison, circulating through his veins and slowly rotting him from the inside.
Seong-jun stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, trying to force sleep.
But the more he tried to shake off his thoughts, the more a black, soft mass began to creep through the dark and consume his mind.
Seong-jun jerked and shook his head hard, as though he had just woken from a nightmare, trying desperately to fling away the horrible thoughts.
But the blood surging from his racing heart and the sensation of his drooping member filling back up were things he could not simply ignore.
No... sleep. Please...
Seong-jun soothed himself and pulled Min-a even tighter.
When I wake up tomorrow, it’ll be better. It always has been.
Tomorrow, as always, Seong-jun would stroke Min-a’s hair and whisper his love to her.
But tonight, one more drop of poison had been added inside him.
The cup was already on the verge of overflowing.
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