Chapter 132
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 131
Chapter Title: Blindfolded Sacrifice
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Seo Jin-ah slowly draped the blindfold Byung-joo had handed her over her eyes. Humans rely on sight for most of their senses, so blocking it out instinctively stirs a sense of danger.
Even Seo Jin-ah, who had covered her own eyes, felt a twinge of unease in the pitch-black darkness where nothing was visible. Was it because of that?
Yet the woman trusted her husband completely and shook off any needless thoughts, carefully lying down on the bed.
'Is this... really the best way?'
His wife lay peacefully beside him, utterly unaware of what was about to happen. Byung-joo's gaze swept over Jin-ah's body, clad only in a thin slip.
- Gulp
'So beautiful...'
She had always been so lovable and pretty, but lately—had she grown taller belatedly, or started exercising?—her slender, alluring thighs and smooth calves particularly captivated his eyes.
Compared to her pure face and voluptuous breasts, her overall proportions had been average before, but now her chest, waist, hips, and legs formed an ideal figure.
This wasn't just subjective; it was the objective analysis from Lee Byung-joo, who had slept with plenty of women.
He didn't want to show such an attractive, lovable wife—this beautiful form of Jin-ah that only he should see—to Yi Hyunwoo.
Just imagining him seeing her like this filled him with rage.
Unaware of—or perhaps ignoring—Byung-joo's thoughts,
- Swish
Yi Hyunwoo slipped in through the open front door as planned and quietly infiltrated the couple's bedroom. Seeing his eerie face twisted with lust made Byung-joo's heart sink.
"W-Wai..."
Hyunwoo's hand grabbed his wife's breast before Byung-joo's desperate plea to stop could even land. His cry faded into empty air.
'No... it's too late now... no turning back...'
His wife's body was already being toyed with by Hyunwoo's hands. Lately, as if trying to seduce him, Jin-ah wore a sheer slip that revealed everything like sexy lingerie and panties that barely covered her privates.
"Haht... hng...!"
To Hyunwoo, her provocative outfit made her an all-too-easy prey.
'Fuck fuck fuck'
His limbs trembled uncontrollably. The pure body that had been his alone was being defiled. By a colleague from the same company, no less.
Byung-joo still remembered their first night vividly.
Before meeting his current wife, Byung-joo had quite the history with women, but the moment he first kissed Jin-ah, he knew no other man's hands had touched her.
Her trembling eyes, her fidgeting uncertainty about where to put her hands, her tightly pressed lips from nerves. That innocent sight had been utterly adorable.
The first penetration hurt her so much she burst into tears, so real sex had to wait until next time. Jin-ah kept apologizing, blaming herself.
Even though she must have been scared too, her thoughtfulness in that moment—caring for him first—was as beautiful as her looks.
Her perfectly shaped, full breasts were one reason he'd decided to marry her, but her caring inner self had drawn him even more.
And now that wife of his...
- Squelch squelch
was having her breasts sucked and bitten by Yi Hyunwoo's lips while his fingers plunged into her labia,
"Haht... hng... ha-eung!"
letting out lewd moans.
- Tremble
Byung-joo clenched his fists so hard it felt like his knuckles would bleed. This wasn't some slut from an office fling or a brothel girl—Hyunwoo's rough handling showed no consideration whatsoever.
What infuriated him more was that Hyunwoo was doing the intense foreplay he'd always held back on, cherishing her body as her husband.
Her perfectly shaped, plump breasts centered on shy, small pink nipples. Knowing her trauma well, Byung-joo had never sucked her nipples that roughly with his lips.
He'd never fingered her matching plump pink labia like that either, worried his conservative wife might be shocked.
Stop stop stop stop
His mind blared warnings that it wasn't too late yet. A throbbing headache surged.
'If I stop it now... we can end this.'
Byung-joo desperately wanted to halt this madness right then,
but he couldn't bear watching his wife writhe in frustration every night anymore, rubbing her heated body against him with pained groans. He didn't want to just lie there powerlessly while she masturbated without satisfaction.
To fix that, he needed to solve his erectile dysfunction... and this was the only way he could think of.
The old Byung-joo would have stopped this nonsense immediately, but he was already too broken to make that call.
"B-Byung-joo... the stimulation... too intense... feels weird... my body... haaaaa-eung!"
Jin-ah was completely lost to Hyunwoo's caresses, unleashing slutty moans he'd never heard before. Byung-joo learned for the first time that his wife could make sounds like that.
Lying straight on the bed with the blindfold on, she arched her back like a bow from the waves of pleasure. Her hips lifted too, her plump thighs quivering, her abdomen and ass twitching repeatedly. And then
- Squirt squirt
'No... way...'
He'd only seen it in porn, never for real. Sticky fluid gushed from his wife's crotch, splattering everywhere and soaking the sheets.
Byung-joo knew exactly what it was. He wasn't so clueless as to not know about that famous "squirting" from next door's AVs. But weren't those actresses just forcing it out after chugging water?
Especially the vulgar sight of spreading their legs like they were peeing for a man—it wasn't his thing.
He never imagined his own wife could squirt like that. Right in front of him, from another man's fingers.
"Haht... ut... don't look... Byung-joo... ha-euk... don't look...!"
Embarrassed by her own reaction, she covered her face over the blindfold and shook her head frantically. But Byung-joo stared blankly as his wife squirted her juices.
- Smirk
Hyunwoo flaunted his dripping-wet fingers right at Byung-joo.
Rage boiled through his veins. Yet
'You crazy bastard... you're insane...'
His cock stood painfully rigid. He'd gotten excited watching his wife squirt from another man's touch. From that vulgar scene of her abdomen shaking as she sprayed her fluids.
Was it anger or arousal? Even he couldn't tell anymore. Byung-joo was far past composing himself.
'Now... maybe I can do it.'
He recalled his morning dream. He'd fucked his wife passionately. Jin-ah moaned hotly beneath him, climaxing wildly. Wasn't this the dream's revelation?
'Move'
Byung-joo signaled Hyunwoo with his eyes. If he didn't, he'd fight him physically.
- Swish
But Hyunwoo stepped aside all too easily, wearing a mocking look that said, Go ahead if you can.
'You son of a bitch...'
Despite calling him here himself, Byung-joo cursed Hyunwoo inwardly as he grabbed his wife's knees. Legs spread wide, hips lifted high in the throes of climax—he just needed to thrust in.
- Gulp
Her crotch glistened with slick fluids he'd never seen before. She always waxed neatly lately, so her pink labia gleamed smoothly.
But the moment Byung-joo touched her knees to spread them, his rock-hard cock wilted like a lie.
'No no nooo'
He screamed inwardly in despair. Even now, his dick wouldn't obey.
With a devastated expression, he released her knees and slumped to the floor. Watching him, Hyunwoo
gave a look that said, 'Shall I take over again?' as he dropped his pants.
Byung-joo knew Hyunwoo's massive size from secretly watching him with his partner Kim Ji-na, but up close, it was absurd.
'Fuck... no. That thing can't go in. I have to stop it.'
No way that freakishly oversized cock—far beyond standard—could enter his wife. Even if it did, her inner walls might never recover.
As he tried to block Hyunwoo's insertion,
his own shriveled dick looked pathetic in comparison. His wife had already been humiliated enough; breaking the deal now meant losing his last shot at overcoming his ED.
"Kuh..."
'Sorry... honey... I'm so sorry.'
In the end, Byung-joo's hands fell limply, failing to stop Hyunwoo.
'W-Wait... just a sec!'
He'd let it happen, but not raw. Byung-joo shoved a condom into Hyunwoo's hand, pleading desperately with his eyes to use it.
"Heh."
Sneering at the pathetic act, Hyunwoo
- Snap
rolled the condom Byung-joo gave him onto his cock.
It covered his glans and about a third of his shaft like a thimble—barely—since it was XL-sized. Byung-joo was a bit above average himself, but standard condoms were useless on Hyunwoo.
Would it slip off after a few thrusts? If it did and he came inside? Byung-joo shuddered at the thought. He'd never gone raw even once, not even as her husband.
But there was no other option. The condoms they had were average-sized; he hadn't thought to prepare special ones.
"Ha-eung... come now... I... can't take it anymore... honey..."
While Hyunwoo and Byung-joo tussled, neglected Seo Jin-ah wasn't satisfied with just squirting and begged to be fucked.
'She's... begging like that?'
She'd never once actively pleaded for it before, but seeing her spread her thighs even wider, sluttily craving cock, left Byung-joo stunned.
Seizing the moment, Hyunwoo thrust into Seo Jin-ah's pussy in one go, the condom barely sheathing his cock like a thimble.
"Hwaaaaaang!"
The penetration alone made her climax with a scream-like moan.
"Kuuh... it's so much bigger today... Byung-joo..."
Contrary to Byung-joo's fears, she took Hyunwoo's massive cock effortlessly, without pain.
'What... the hell...?'
Her pink insides gripped it tight, dragging outward on every pull-back as if refusing to let go.
Byung-joo didn't know, but Seo Jin-ah's pussy had fully adapted after hundreds of sessions with Hyunwoo.
Her tight hole stretched wide, her lower belly bulging with each thrust, yet she writhed in ecstasy.
- Slap slap slap
Jin-ah's abdomen smacked against Yi Hyunwoo's pubic bone, producing rhythmic, lewd sounds.
"Haht! Hng! Ha-euk! Hng! Heut!"
Matching Hyunwoo's hips, she moaned lewdly without pause. So lost in pleasure, her usually prim lips gaped wide, drool spilling messily from the corners.
'Jin-ah... is that really... Jin-ah?'
Seeing his wife revel like a nympho—no pain, just total surrender to Hyunwoo's cock—felt alien, like watching a stranger.
"Honey... hng... so good... Byung-joo... today... haht... I... ha-eung!"
'She's pent up from months of frustration... yeah, that's it... all that buildup...'
Byung-joo rationalized her sluttiness,
but Seo Jin-ah wrapped her legs around Hyunwoo's torso like a vine, refusing to let his cock escape. She looked like a cock-obsessed whore.
That couldn't be his wife. She'd always been shy and passive in bed. Byung-joo denied it fiercely.
'Jin-ah... Jin-ah... aaah...'
Yet his cock stiffened rigidly again at the sight of his wife defiled by another man's dick.