Chapter 130
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 129
Chapter Title: Unquenched Nights
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“Ngh... Hnng...”
- *Squelch... squelch...*
Slumped on the toilet in the bathroom, Seo Jin-ah let out heated moans.
She was wearing a nightgown-style pajama that fell to her knees—a couple's set she and Lee Byung-joo had matched after getting married and moving into their new home together.
Normally, slipping it on brought back the thrill and joy of those first days living with her husband, but right now, she had hiked it up to her waist and was biting down on the fabric to keep it from slipping back down.
With no panties on, her lower body was completely exposed—her healthy, sun-kissed skin contrasting sharply with the pale flesh beneath.
The daring bikini tan lines barely covering her most intimate areas were a clear sign of just how provocative her beachwear had been.
As she clenched the pajama in her teeth, both her hands worked busily between her thighs.
Her mound was smooth and wax-free, not a single pubic hair in sight, and perhaps because she'd only ever allowed her husband and Yi Hyunwoo access, Seo Jin-ah's married pussy was a plump, inviting pink.
The inner folds formed a perfect, symmetrical line, tightly sealed as always. At least, under normal circumstances.
Using her thumb and index finger, she forced apart the clenched labia, while her other hand relentlessly rubbed her pea-sized clit.
“Ngh... Hn... Hnng...”
It was clumsy. When Hyunwoo touched her, electric jolts of pleasure overwhelmed her senses, but her own fingers felt hopelessly inadequate by comparison.
Her only experiences with masturbation had been the few forced sessions under Hyunwoo's recent orders, so even at 25, she barely knew her own erogenous zones.
Predictably, the half-hearted stimulation only fueled her frustration and arousal. Her itchy, feverish, lewd body refused to be satisfied by her amateurish efforts.
- *Knock knock*
“Honey. Still in the bathroom?”
And that was why Seo Jin-ah had no choice but to hide in the bathroom for her secret self-pleasure.
She longed to strip naked on the bed and rub herself freely, but with her husband sharing the home, she was stuck biting her nightgown and perched awkwardly on the toilet for this pathetic attempt. Even that was...
“Ah... I'll be out soon, Byung-joo...”
Any longer, and he'd start worrying—or worse, getting suspicious.
“Haa...”
In the end, Seo Jin-ah pulled down her pajama, her amplified lust unresolved from the interrupted session, and stepped out of the bathroom.
- *Squelch...*
The sticky love juices that had already soaked her thighs produced lewd sounds with every movement, rubbing against her soft inner flesh.
Having been cut short without climax, her expression as she emerged was sour.
Haa... What's wrong with me lately...
Her body burned 24/7, impossible to suppress with reason alone.
It started then, for sure...
Lee Byung-joo had watched her and Hyunwoo's messy sex from the room across the hall, disguised with a brown wig and heavy makeup.
Disillusioned by her husband sending her nude photos to Hyunwoo without consent, she'd invited Hyunwoo over under the pretense of a housewarming dinner for the three of them.
And right in front of her drunk husband, she'd seduced Hyunwoo and fucked him multiple times.
“Ahh...”
Just recalling it made her body react instinctively. The ecstasy was so intense it blanked her vision white. With Hyunwoo's tireless virility added in, she'd moaned through the night in his arms.
She'd sworn at their wedding to love only her husband and guard her fidelity, a chaste wife who'd allowed no man but Lee Byung-joo. Yet now, she was utterly corrupted.
In fact, cheating with another man—someone not her husband—gave her pleasures beyond anything she'd felt with Byung-joo.
- *Stroke*
Seo Jin-ah lightly trailed her fingertips over the living room dining table. Was it the thrill of almost getting caught, or the depraved guilt of imagining her husband's face while getting pounded by another man? Memories of that night, when Hyunwoo had ravished her right here, flooded back vividly.
Hyunwoo's relentless stamina and massive size always delivered those zinging jolts of pleasure, but with Byung-joo right there, the ecstasy had been on another level entirely.
“You feeling okay?”
Seeing her standing blankly by the table after leaving the bathroom, Byung-joo asked with concern.
Her recent rapid weight gain had softened her once-toned figure and allure from their dating days, but his gentle, worried gaze stirred her love for her husband.
“Oh... It's nothing, Byung-joo. Just lost in thought for a sec. Hungry, right?”
“A bit. Should we eat?”
“Yeah. I'll get dinner ready right away, honey.”
Heading to the kitchen to prepare a meal for her beloved husband, a closer look revealed her nightgown soaked dark with juices around the crotch.
Again... another one?
When Jin-ah hadn't come out of the bathroom, he'd suspected, and her flushed face and damp nightgown confirmed it for Byung-joo.
“Kuh...”
- *Grip*
“Hmng~”
If not for his wife humming happily in the kitchen as she prepped dinner, he might have exploded and punched the wall.
You fucking idiot...
Byung-joo was drowning in self-loathing. The cause? His erectile dysfunction, of course.
- *Chop chop chop*
As Seo Jin-ah chopped on the cutting board, her ample breasts swayed like gentle waves. Even the nightgown couldn't hide their impressive volume.
Leaving such an alluring wife so frustrated she'd masturbate every night—in bed, no, even in the bathroom.
It stood fine back then...
Byung-joo recalled the hotel suite, peeking at Hyunwoo and his partner fucking next door—his own dick rock-hard.
Hyunwoo's partner was as hot as his wife, riding him lewdly on the outdoor terrace. Her slutty side, absent in Jin-ah, had him jerking off three times.
So he'd thought his problem was fixed.
“Fuck...”
But that was naive. He soon learned nothing had changed.
After he secretly snapped her nudes—shocking her into a beach trip with friends—she returned with that healthy tan.
Post-shower, she lay on the bed in a sheer slip that showed everything, like she was flaunting her tanned body.
Gasp!
Then he saw it: the pale bikini lines stark against her bronzed skin.
Thin straps teasingly framing her privates, hinting at the skimpy bikini she'd worn. A pink wing-shaped tattoo on her ass completed the transformation from innocent beauty to sultry vixen.
Imagining other guys drooling over her pissed him off, but the exotic allure made his dick spring up first.
Excited for normal sex after months—the first in forever—he gently took her soft hand, and like a lie, his erection wilted pathetically.
More attempts followed, all failures.
[Love] for Seo Jin-ah
[Despair] over own sexual function - Amplified
[Passion] for assigned duties
[Obsession] with Kim Ji-na - Amplified
Yi Hyunwoo's amplification of [Despair] via the work system dragged Lee Byung-joo into a pit like a curse.
His [Stamina] had dropped from stress-induced weight gain and heavy drinking, but as a naturally sturdy man, there were no physical issues preventing erection.
The problem was psychological.
Most blame sexual dysfunction on aging or physical causes, but mental factors can't be ignored.
In experiments testing hair loss drug side effects, subjects were split: one group got real pills, the other fake vitamins labeled as the drug.
Shockingly, erectile issues appeared at similar rates in both.
This shows how doubts like "Did the hair loss pills ruin my function?" can manifest real impairments mentally.
Byung-joo's case was identical. It started minor: Just off my game today?
But repeated failures with his wife bred anxiety: Can I do it tonight? What if I can't again? Doubts before even starting.
These snowballed into obsession, and Hyunwoo amplified the anxiety and despair with admin privileges.
Now, just thinking of sex trapped him in compulsion and fear—a self-made swamp. Hoisted by his own petard.
“Haa...”
Gazing at his wife's back as she cooked, Byung-joo sighed deeply. No sex in months, even after her tanning escapade, but his [Love] for her remained unchanged.
He sat at the table, savoring her lovingly prepared dinner. They chatted warmly, worries momentarily forgotten.
Yeah... physical stuff isn't everything...
That was how he comforted himself.
“Haa haa... Hnng...”
But the hellish routine repeated.
Lying in bed, Byung-joo woke to his wife's stifled moans as her heated body demanded relief.
Again...
- *Rustle rustle*
He knew exactly what she was doing now: turned away, hand wedged between her thighs, rubbing her crotch relentlessly.
At first, she'd bitten the blanket to stay quiet.
Now, assuming he was asleep—or venting frustration over their sexless marriage—she let the lewd sounds escape freely.
Before marriage, he'd told exes to masturbate for him.
Proper women refused the shame, but shameless sluts fingered their clits and walls without hesitation.
His once-prudish wife, a virgin until him, now pleasuring herself nightly. Her image overlapped with those vulgar women deliberately showing off in front of him.
It's my fault...
She'd done nothing wrong. If anyone, it was him for neglecting her all this time.
“Kuh...”
Crushed by self-frustration and disgust, tears streamed down Byung-joo's face. Luckily, lost in her own pleasure, she didn't notice.
Her moans had his dick throbbing hard already.
But he knew: the moment skin touched with intent to fuck, it would deflate powerlessly.
Teasing her with false hope only to disappoint—repeated too often. No more courage left, Byung-joo simply waited through the night for her masturbation to end.