Seeds of Suspicion Blooming into Depravity
His erections had returned in the midst of his relationship with Hye-won, blooming from the seeds of doubt into immoral desire. His younger brother's hypnosis therapy was clearly effective, but lately, it felt strangely hard to hold back. Hye-won seemed to be getting hornier by the day. She woke up frequently, perhaps from lewd dreams, moaning in her sleep, her panties visibly soaked. It must be my fatigue, my erectile dysfunction making her unsatisfied since she used to be the one initiating sex. Now that my erections were back, we were having sex regularly, but I'd become premature, leaving her expression so dark... I couldn't hold back because it felt too good, cumming right away and failing to satisfy my wife. I'm a failure as a husband. Come to think of it, Ha-jin mentioned his massage shop does erotic massages that treat premature ejaculation too. It's humiliating and embarrassing, but... I guess I'll grit my teeth and get treatment.
At the dinner table where all three of us gathered, Ha-jun oppa, sitting across quietly eating, spoke up softly.
"Um... I've got some work lately, so I'll probably come home about an hour later than usual."
Since I started refusing sex, things felt a bit cold between Ha-jun oppa and me.
"Then... should we eat dinner a little later together?"
The atmosphere was chilly, and with us not having sex, I cautiously continued, feeling guilty.
"No need to wait up late just to eat together."
Oppa’s face was dark, like he was worried about something. It nagged at me, but I couldn't push the conversation further.
"And Ha-jin, let's talk separately later."
"Hm? Sure. By the way, these potatoes are delicious, Hye-won."
Ha-jin oppa changed the subject. He must have sensed the tense mood and diverted it— I felt oddly grateful.
"Thanks, Ha-jin oppa. The potatoes were good today."
I slipped and called him "oppa" without thinking. A chill ran through me, as if he'd caught the wind of my dreams.
"Calling Ha-jin 'oppa' now? You two are getting really close."
Oppa smiled faintly, but his eyes burned with jealousy.
"Yeah? Now that she calls me oppa, it feels like old times. Nice."
"Ah... We've been getting along better lately, so I guess I slipped back into calling you that. Sorry..."
I couldn't come up with an excuse under oppas eyes, but seeing that jealous glint toward his beloved little brother made me let out a weak laugh. Tonight, I won't refuse oppa... We're married, and I do love him... In my dreams, I can just feel good...
Tonight, I initiated sex with oppa first. But this time, he pushed me away. My heart sank. Ha-jun oppa, who always did whatever I asked, was firm. I'd been arrogant. I'd only taken and never given back, rejecting the one thing he ever asked for... And with those dreams making me think I was cheating... If he found out about them, I couldn't imagine what he'd do— anxiety kept me up all night.
"I should make bulgogi today."
After that day, Ha-jun oppa really started coming home about an hour and a half late. When I asked what was wrong, he just brushed it off vaguely. Normally, I'd shop to prep dinner by his 5:30 return, but with his late hours now, I had more freedom to masturbate, relieve stress in dreams fucking Ha-jin oppa, then shop. Today, following Ha-jin oppa's recommendation, I napped longer, so shopping ran late.
"Eh...? Ha-jun oppa...?"
I spotted Ha-jun oppa entering a building with a strange woman. Her outfit hugged her curves lewdly... And the place they went up to alone was a massage shop. My heart pounded wildly. Was Ha-jun oppa visiting a sleazy parlor...? Because I kept refusing sex...? Getting his needs met elsewhere... With someone else...? Cheating...?
"Just like me...?"
The words slipped out; I clapped a hand over my mouth in shock. No... I'm not cheating... It's just dreams...
Remembering today's dream— acting slutty for Ha-jin oppa, begging for pleasure like a total whore— made me half-convinced Ha-jun oppa was cheating too.
A week passed like that. Shopping around the same time, I kept seeing him head to the same building with the same woman. Spying on Ha-jun oppa meant I sometimes couldn't prep dinner, and Ha-jin oppa would make it instead... I plugged my ears and eyes, denying he was the cheating type, but that only made my addictive dreams resurface... Until I finally accepted it.
Dreams or not, I'd chased pleasure, seduced Ha-jin oppa myself, refused Ha-jun oppa comparing him to my dreams... Guilt welled up again, blurred but sharp. But cruelly, was I just rotten to the core...? Rage boiled at Ha-jun oppa's betrayal.
"It's not my fault... Oppa started it... Never made me feel good, and now he's cheating...? He's worse..."
Forcing justification for my dreams, twisting his infidelity to fuel my anger. Beneath it, emptiness and anxiety filled my head.
Tick... tack... Tick... tack...
Clutching my head at the table, lost in turmoil, I'd apparently dozed off into a dream. A metronome echoed in my mind, naturally arousing me.
"Hye-won, what's wrong? You seem so down."
Ha-jin oppa in the dream smiled kindly, hugging me gently from behind. That tenderness felt like Ha-jun oppa's, and I unleashed my resentment on his identical face.
"Oppa... why are you cheating...? Do you hate me now...? I've been... sob... refusing... hic..."
Anger choked me, hot tears streaming. Dream or not, it was Ha-jin oppa, but this was my dream— I poured out my grievances, sorrow, anxiety.
After sobbing my impure thoughts aloud, Ha-jin oppa smiled cautiously.
"Of course hyung's cheating. It's natural, right?"
My heart plummeted. I'd expected comfort in the dream, but he stabbed me instead.
"You were the slut always demanding sex, but refused when hyung wanted it?"
Ah... stop...
"Then you cheat with me in dreams first, but hyung can't? What a wicked bitch."
"Stop...! Why...! Even you in my dream... At least comfort me!"
I threw a tantrum at the dream entity.
"Fine, I'll comfort you your way."
Ha-jin oppa grinned, forcing me down and stripping me. I'd tried quitting these dreams for Ha-jun oppa's sake, but his lewd touches numbed my reason bit by bit.
"Haa... stop... not tonight..."
My words refused, but my body was ready for Ha-jin oppa's cock anytime.
"Why resist? Just take it. You're a lewd, wicked slut."
Ha-jun oppa's insults echoed through me to my core, feeling good... I'd gone too far...
"Hye-won loves this, right?"
Ha-jin oppa's cock throbbed before my eyes. Its musky scent, especially from those wrinkled balls, shattered my last reason and guilt.
"Yeah... I love it... Let me suck it...♡"
I'm trash. Pleasure overwrote guilt; only anger at oppa remained. And that anger slowly rooted as depravity.
I slurped his balls eagerly, rubbed the glans with fingertips to feel the precum, stuffed it in my mouth, rolled it on my tongue, savoring slowly. Feeling it swell, I shoved Ha-jin oppa down.
"Haa... haat...♡ Oppa's the bad one..."
Straddling his cock, I eased it into my pussy to the hilt, then shook my hips wildly in revenge. Sometimes twisting waist up-down-left-right to make my pussy feel it more, chasing bliss.
"Oppa's bad... you cheated...♡"
Guilt gone, only rage left— thinking of Ha-jun oppa, scolding him through pleasure.
"What a crazy bitch... Fucking me while ranting about another guy, blaming him?"
Ha-jin oppa grabbed my ass, thrusting up deep.
"Heek...♡ Oppa... wait...♡"
My arrogance thinking I'd taken control shattered as his cock battered my cervix.
"You love it pounded here, right? How could hyung handle a cheap slut like you? Even I'd cheat."
"No... even oppa... can't leave me...♡"
Tears from pleasure or fear of Ha-jun oppa abandoning me flowed, but my pussy chased ecstasy relentlessly.
"Kyaaang... oppa...♡"
That fear vanished black after a few climaxes.
"Yeah, put on that show. Then even I might make you feel good."
Right... Ha-jin oppa's right. Ha-jun oppa already dumped me... I need to cling to Ha-jin oppa...
Hugging his head, I lifted my ass high, slamming down lewdly. Exhausted from orgasms, aching, but I clenched tighter, working hard to impress him.
"Eut... yeah, like that... totally wrecked like a whore. Looks good."
Ah... Ha-jin oppa smiled...
"Hah... hah... Oppa... feels good...?"
Satisfied just seeing him pleased, he shoved me off.
"Then I'll finish from behind."
On all fours, ass up shaking lewdly, his cock drove into my pussy. Ha-jin oppa's sex felt better... Brain-melting, no-holds-barred fucking...
"Hat... heek...♡ Gonna... cuuum...♡"
But hyung failing to please Hye-won makes him bad too, right? So how about Hye-won torments hyung whenever he's suffering?
Torment...? What does that mean...?
Simple. Every time hyung suffers or you torment him, you get aroused and feel good.
Ah... yes... I just torment oppa... and feel good from it...
Hyung who can't please you is just that kind of guy, right? But you love him? So punish him to make him reflect.
Right... oppas bad... cums alone feeling good... Punish him... torment him plenty... make him suffer... and I feel good...
Ah... pleasure's messing up my head... something feels off, not me... gonna lose my mind... ga... suuup...
"Kyaaahat...♡ Smell..."
Continuous climaxes numbed my tingling head, flipping the blackout switch, but oppa forced me awake.
"Hahat. No escaping."
Ha-jin oppa yanked my hair like a handle, smack-smack spanking my ass like punishment, or squeeze choking my neck to clench tighter. All brutal, torturous, but each pain now felt like pleasure. This torturous bliss was reshaping my mind bit by bit.
Desperately chasing only pleasure in dreams to flee guilt, the depraved thrill of cheating in dreams with someone identical yet utterly different to oppa began to sprout.
Consciousness faded under pain and pleasure...
"Later..."
The hellish endless orgasms finally blacked me out completely. But Ha-jin oppa's words rang clear, and I unconsciously repeated them, like reading a soul-brand. It shook my mind, reshaping my values.
"I... when Ha-jun oppa... suffers... I just... get to feel good from it..."