Mind Breaking
“Gonna torment your cock again today, oppa~?”
These days, whenever Hye-won and I had sex, my status as her husband had hit rock bottom. She took complete control, tormenting me—that had become our sex life.
“Gotta squeeze out every last drop of that useless cum of yours.”
Watching her face flush with excitement as she teased me like that turned me on and felt good, but at the same time, it made me feel sorry and wounded my pride.
“Time to cry like a little girl, oppa. I'll cover your eyes first.”
Once darkness swallowed my vision, my other senses sharpened, and every touch from Hye-won felt intensely sensitive, sending waves of pleasure through me. When she pinched or sucked my nipples, licked my ears, and whispered humiliating words, all my masculine confidence rushed straight to my cock and spilled out as pathetic cum.
“What a pitiful man♡”
Day by day, I felt my value as a man diminishing, but that twisted sense of depravity turned into excitement, slowly driving my mind insane.
“Ah~ Feels so good.”
Sometimes, sensing the danger, I'd try to seize control—lay Hye-won down and thrust my hard-earned erection into her, shaking my hips desperately. But...
“Hehe. Does oppa's cock feel good? Wanna cum~?”
Her pussy's folds licked every inch of my cock like they were made for it. My weakened dick, battered from all her abuse, couldn't hold out.
“Hye-won... ugh... I wanna cum... please...”
“Eh? Already? You're so pathetic, oppa. Fine, cum then♡”
My cock felt ready to burst any second, desperate to release, but I'd become such a loser that I couldn't even ejaculate without her permission—like she was my owner. The control I'd desperately grabbed slipped away to her from start to finish.
“Thanks... Felt good today too.”
“No problem, oppa. I enjoyed it too. Love you.”
“Love you too...”
Still, I loved Hye-won, and I believed she loved me back. But lately, I'd been having nightmares.
After she'd tormented me relentlessly, milking my cock until no more cum came out, she'd usually just rinse off haphazardly and flop into bed, exhausted. Too tired to move, I'd sink into the bed's softness, my body frozen like sleep paralysis—unable to stir or open my eyes, but my ears sharp and alert.
“Kyaaang~ Feels so good...♡”
Every time, the house echoed with a woman's moans—wild ones I'd never heard even during our sex. It was obviously Hye-won, sounding like a bitch in heat, panting and howling as she fucked. She called out to Ha-jin as “Master,” comparing me to him in praise.
“Master~ Feels so good... Way better than pathetic oppa...♡”
She called me a pitiful failure of a man, a defective male. Though I couldn't see it, I pictured her fawning over Ha-jin, and rage boiled deep in my chest. Her filthy, vulgar image made my stomach churn. But those negative emotions flooded my lower body, swelling my cock rock-hard.
Unable to move or see, the vivid sounds—without any touch—were the ultimate stimulus, soaking my underwear on their own. Night after night of these nightmares left my soul frayed, constant exhaustion plaguing me. But what made me feel even more wretched was seeing my watery cum after a wet dream, feeling like I'd been culled as a man, as a mere stud—just like in the dream.
Clink—bubble bubble—
Hye-won always got up before me, but since the nightmares started, my wake-up time had slowed way down. That's why I found her and Ha-jin standing together in the kitchen.
“Could you pass me that salt shaker over there?”
“This one?”
Ha-jin helping with breakfast, the two of them side by side—they looked like a real couple, so close it sparked pointless jealousy. The nightmares fueled my anger, but the dirty thought of my beloved wife stolen by another man—my identical twin—made my cock throb.
“Good morning.”
Whether excitement or rage, stewing inside from the morning wasn't healthy. I hugged my loving wife from behind, savoring the happiness.
“Ah... you're up?”
For some reason—maybe the nightmares—Hye-won's attitude toward me felt sharp and cold, but her smile still warmed me.
“I'm cooking right now, so it's dangerous. Sit at the table, okay?”
“Ah... can I help with anything?”
“Ha-jin oppa's already helping, so we're good.”
It felt like even the things I could do were being taken by Ha-jin, like my place in this house was shrinking. Anxiety gnawed at me.
“Come to think of it, you two have been getting along great lately?”
The anxiety twisted into suspicion about my wife.
“Well... we've known each other since we were kids, and he's always around the house...”
“You used to hate him openly at first. Now you're cooking together like a married couple. It's nice to see.”
Before she finished, crude jealousy I'd never meant to voice spilled out.
The mood chilled. Only the clinking dishes and sizzling food filled the silence as breakfast prepared. Her brief pause before denying it—no immediate rejection—stabbed me with betrayal.
“Bro, what's with you? Jealous right now?”
Seeing my smirking little brother—whom I'd always gotten along with, who adored me—irritated me now. Why was I getting so sharp?
“Sorry. I didn't think it'd upset you that much, Ha-jun oppa. I just thought it'd be better if we all got along like old times... I didn't realize it'd bother you. Sorry...”
She apologized, shrinking back, but seeing her still next to Ha-jin boiled my guts. More than that, her calling me “Ha-jun oppa” made my heart race wildly.
“So... you won't even call me oppa anymore...?”
She'd always called me oppa sweetly, but now using my full name like we had distance—my lips went dry.
“Huh...? I called you oppa...?”
She seemed oblivious. An invisible wall had risen between us, and I sensed Ha-jin behind it.
“Speaking of, Ha-jin... how much time you got left? Found a place yet?”
“Hm... less than two months. Slowly looking now.”
“Yeah... better pack up and go right after. With more people, it'll be tough on Hye-won.”
“Ah! I'm fine. Ha-jin oppa, take your time finding a place.”
Her denying my words, smiling at Ha-jin with her eyes—it soured my stomach. And my cock swelled hard.
“Whoa... healthy from the morning, oppa...”
“Wow... yeah.”
Their gazes locked on my pathetic erection. Pity on Hye-won's face, a strange disdain from Ha-jin—humiliation burned. I fled my once-safe home, using work prep as an excuse.
I drove to the office in a daze, desperately denying the suspicions swirling in my head.
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“Did you see bro earlier? He was rock-hard.”
“Slurp... chuup...”
“Looked like he got jealous watching us cook together—and super turned on.”
“Mmph... omph...”
“You listening?”
“Chupa... haa... yes...? Sorry... didn't hear...”
“I'm talking, and you're just focused on sucking cock... jeez.”
Oppa flicked the ash from his cigarette onto my kneeling form, like punishment for the blowjob trance.
“Hngh~♡”
He placed his still-warm, saliva-damp cigarette between my lips. I inhaled deeply, no cough now—just bliss filling my head, making me crave smokes on my own.
Lately, oppa stayed home instead of going out. Spending all day fucking me felt like claiming a strong stud exclusively, like I'd earned recognition as his bitch. It made me happy.
“Speaking of, your stay's almost up—less than two months?”
“Yeah... so... I wanna fuck more, oppa♡”
If I held out till he left, it'd be my win—he'd promised to go. But now, I didn't care about losing. More than that, not fucking oppa felt too regrettable...
Ha-jun oppa couldn't satisfy this vulgar heat anymore. I impaled myself on oppas cock while he just sat in the chair.
Squelch—squelch—
His beastly thrusts were leagues beyond my feeble hip movements, but the pleasure echoing in my womb still felt amazing—I came every plunge.
To take him deeper, I got on all fours like a bitch in heat, ass up, slamming down with all my might.
Plap—plap—
My juices soiled his cock completely, the lewd slap of flesh resounding. Desperate to feel better, to draw this strong male's interest, I shook my hips with everything. As reward, oppa gripped my ass and pounded down hard.
Spurt—
Forcing open my still-tight womb, he filled it with hot cum. The vital organ for creating and nurturing life became a cheap cum dump.
“Ngooook♡”
The bitch on all fours pissed herself in ecstasy, legs trembling, barely standing—then collapsed in submission, squirting out his sticky cum mixed with my juices.
In the puddle of filth, I shoved my face into the precious, stinking white globs and lapped them up. Once the floor was clean, I saw his feet—dirtied by my piss, the feet of the strong male who dominated and pleasured me. To atone, I sucked each toe clean.
“Now you do these vulgar things without me even ordering? I love how perfectly you've turned into what I want.”
Thankfully, he approved of my slutty display, petting my head with his foot.
“Heek... hah~♡”
Just his foot on my head felt like it was drilling pleasure straight into my brain—I moaned involuntarily, body shaking.
His foot slid under my chin, forcing my face up. Oppa looked down at my ugly, tear- and drool-smeared face, lost in bliss.
“Pfft! Your face is totally melted. You like me that much?”
“Yessh... love you...”
“Didn't you say you only liked my cock before? What now?”
“Now... both... Still like Ha-jun oppa too... but love Master too...”
I was starting to realize it. My body was utterly addicted to Ha-jin oppa—not just his cock, but his body, his scent, his voice...
But my heart still loved Ha-jun oppa... That's what I believed.
“Gonna introduce me to your little sister?”
“Can't it... just be me...? I love Master so much... Don't want her butting in...”
“What, jealousy? Then let's break you more.”
Oppa fetched the metronome from the study. I'd forgotten about it since we hadn't used it in a while...
“That's...”
“You'll figure it out soon enough.”
“Ahng~♡”
Oppa started the metronome. Like an obedient dog to her master's command, I sat quietly—then he laid me down and thrust his cock deep inside.