Chapter 138
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: Conquering the Newlywed Home
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"Huff... haa haa."
Was it always this tight?
It wasn't that Seo Jin-ah's pussy had ever tasted bad before. The soft inner walls that gently enveloped his violently thick cock had always been top-notch.
And now, as a bonus, Jin-ah's pussy flesh clung to him so stickily. Was that why? The relentless grip pulling at his cock as he withdrew drove Hyunwoo insane.
Was it because he'd raised his [Charm] to 8? It was certainly possible. Or maybe...
- Swish
Hyunwoo paused mid-thrust and glanced sidelong at Lee Byung-joo, who was jerking off while watching his wife get fucked.
Or is it because her husband's right there?
Thanks to her trait [Depravity], she might be even more aroused than usual.
But... who the hell cares.
As long as the Jin-ah he was fucking right now felt amazing, that was all that mattered. Hyunwoo shoved aside the pointless thoughts.
- Slap slap slap slap
He focused harder on his hips.
"Ha-ut! Hn! Haaang!"
The urge to cum surged up. Of course, with his [Virility] at 8—tested against even Go Eun-geum's pussy—he could hold back if he wanted. But he had no desire to.
It's just gonna get hard again anyway.
"Ngh... Jin-ah... I'm gonna cum."
"D-Deputy Manager Lee... ha-ut... me too... ha-ng! I'm... I'm gonna... haaaang..."
He was about to unload a massive creampie when,
"No... no way! Not inside! Stop! I said stop!"
Lee Byung-joo, who had never once felt his wife's raw pussy due to his no-condom phobia, desperately tried to block Hyunwoo from cumming inside her.
No... not any more. If she gets pregnant...
A horrifying thought crashed over Byung-joo. The loads he'd already spilled were risky enough. For that slim chance, he had to stop Hyunwoo's creampie no matter what.
"Ha-ng... it's... it's okay, Byung-joo..."
At that moment, Jin-ah—pinned beneath Hyunwoo, moaning in ecstasy—calmed her husband. She reached to the bedside table, picked something up, and held it where he could clearly see.
"I... I've... haaang... been taking... haa... birth control... consistently."
A pill pack for daily birth control pills. It was already half-empty, showing she'd been taking them for a while.
And then,
"Aaang~"
Jin-ah opened her mouth wide for her husband to see, lewdly sticking out her glistening pink tongue.
- Plop
She took out a pill and placed it on the tip of her tongue.
- Gulp
The pill slid straight down her throat in one go. Today alone, she'd swallowed plenty in front of Byung-joo—Hyunwoo's saliva and cum included.
"See? It's... safe. So... fill me up with your hot cum. Okay? Deputy Manager Lee..."
She wrapped her arms around Hyunwoo's neck, pulling him close like she never wanted to let go. Her sleek legs crossed in an X, locking his lower body tight against hers.
"Kuhuhu... your wife says it's safe, Byung-joo."
Seeing her cling to him and beg for his cum right in front of her husband filled Hyunwoo with a vicious sense of conquest and superiority.
"S-Still... wouldn't a condom be... better?"
Even with his wife's safe-day declaration, Byung-joo held out the condom in his hand, anxiety gnawing at him.
98%. The effectiveness rate of oral contraceptives. He knew it, but this wasn't just a girlfriend—it was his wife. Even that 2% terrified him.
"The ones you use are too small for Deputy Manager Lee... they don't fit at all. No, actually... I just love raw cock too much."
"Feeling Deputy Manager Lee's hot raw cock... ha-ut... exactly as it is... I'm sorry, Byung-joo... but it just feels too good..."
His once-innocent wife, who hadn't even known about birth control—who'd solemnly insisted condoms were always mandatory...
Now she was diligently taking pills just to feel another man's raw cock.
Declaring herself safe in front of her husband... begging for another man's cum with her whole body.
"Ngh..."
Byung-joo's head spun. But as a backlash? The mental agony amplified his physical pleasure. Utter despair and twisted ecstasy hit his mind and cock simultaneously. A perfect trade-off.
- Slap slap slap slap
The paused thrusting resumed.
Jin-ah's heavy tits jiggled wildly from the rough pounding. Hyunwoo grabbed those soft, tofu-like mounds and slammed his cock balls-deep.
"Ha-ut! Hn! I... really... ha-ng! Gonna... cum... haaaaaang!"
With Hyunwoo's cock hammering her cervix, Jin-ah rocketed to climax like a rollercoaster.
- Spurt spurt
- Twitch twitch
Hyunwoo's hot cum flooding deep inside made Jin-ah tremble uncontrollably. Pleasure exploded from her lower belly, spreading through her whole body.
"Ah... aaaah... haaa..."
Her eyes rolled back, drool leaking from her open mouth. Her vision went pure white in the massive orgasm.
This feeling... my whole body floating away... I don't want to come down...
- Squish squish
"Ha-ng! W-Wait... just a bit... ha-ut... nooo... let me... rest... haaaang!"
Having dumped one load in her mouth and one in her pussy—two in total—Hyunwoo started thrusting again before she could even savor the afterglow.
His leaking cum mixed with her juices into a mysterious milky froth. The nonstop stimulation arched her back like a bow and made her thighs quiver uncontrollably.
Can't... breathe...
Overloaded past her limits? Her throat tightened. Yet,
- Slap slap slap slap
Hyunwoo's pounding continued. That night, once again, he turned Seo Jin-ah into a total mess in the newlyweds' bedroom.
After her fifth orgasm, Jin-ah gave up on counting. Hyunwoo's inexhaustible [Virility] had completely drained her stamina.
The sex had been so intense her memory blacked out in spots. Her thighs and body were sticky with his cum. But even the dried, crusty remnants on her skin felt precious. She was utterly satisfied.
Even after the sex ended, Jin-ah clung tightly to Hyunwoo. Suddenly struck by a great idea, she whispered sweetly in his ear.
"Deputy Manager Lee... it's Saturday tomorrow... why don't you sleep over? Okay?"
Byung-joo, having jerked off three times to their passion, was equally spent. He dozed off sitting on the bedroom floor. But at his wife's words ringing in his ears,
"What? Jin-ah, what are you saying?!"
He bolted upright.
"What's wrong with that? After all the crap you pulled on me... isn't this just cute by comparison?"
Her skin glowing with a healthy tan—save for the lewd bikini lines—Jin-ah shot Byung-joo a slight glare while naked in Hyunwoo's arms.
Jin-ah, who never raised her voice at her husband, let alone got annoyed. Now she was bringing up his mistakes as a threat.
"N-No, it's not that it's impossible... but Hyunwoo might not want to..."
Remembering he'd basically handed his wife over first, Byung-joo backpedaled. He glanced at Hyunwoo, signaling with his eyes to get lost, but,
"Sleep over? Sounds good to me!"
Hyunwoo wasn't one to oblige Byung-joo.
"Really? Then let me wash you up before bed, Deputy Manager Lee."
"Haha, shall I enjoy some shower service from Jin-ah?"
Jin-ah was utterly spent from being ravaged repeatedly, but she dragged herself out of bed to wash him. Arm in arm like lovers, they headed to the bathroom.
"You sleep on the sofa tonight. Okay?"
"Uh... yeah..."
His wife treated her husband like yesterday's leftovers. A total reversal of host and guest. But Byung-joo had no say. Under the bathroom light, the pink wing-shaped tattoo on his wife's ass cheek gleamed mockingly.
She even got that trashy tattoo trying to save our marriage...
In the end, it hadn't helped at all. That was truly their last chance. Regret twisted Byung-joo's face.
Hyunwoo naturally kneaded Jin-ah's ass as she clung to him. He seemed pleased with the slutty tattoo he'd personally designed, stroking it contentedly.
- Thud
The bathroom door shut tight. Fortunately—or unfortunately—the frosted glass let Byung-joo see their silhouettes.
Damn it...
Naked shared shower. Another thing he'd never done with his wife. If he'd known, he'd have ditched the consideration and demanded everything from Jin-ah. He regretted only cherishing her.
He'd loved her that much. Whether she knew or not,
- How about this, Deputy Manager Lee?
- Mmm... nice. Yeah... right there... more...
The sleek silhouette was unmistakably his wife. Kneeling, she pressed against Hyunwoo's back, her perfect teardrop tits flattening and grinding against him.
Her whole body became a body towel, lathering foam everywhere before rubbing it all over him.
- Where the hell did you learn this?
- I don't know... Deputy Manager Lee. It's embarrassing.
Like Hyunwoo, Byung-joo desperately wanted to know how she learned such service. Just her lewd silhouette made his crotch stiffen again.
- Haaang... haaaang... haven't... finished washing... ha-ut... yet...
- Oh? Should we stop then?
- N-No! Ha-ut... keep going. Haaaaang!
Soon, his wife's pitiful moans leaked out. Washing my ass—what the hell were they doing? Irritation and rage furrowed Byung-joo's brow.
Hyunwoo, ravaging her from behind, lifted her with pure arm strength and started pounding her mid-air.
- Smooch slurp
Her top and bottom mouths ravaged by Hyunwoo simultaneously.
Standing carry-fuck wasn't easy... With his recent rapid weight gain, Byung-joo doubted he could lift and thrust into Jin-ah so naturally.
Of course, to Hyunwoo with [Stamina] 8, Jin-ah felt as light as a feather.
- Slap slap slap slap
Unable to resist his wife's nonstop moans from the bathroom, he started jerking off again.
"Mm... ughhh..."
Saturday morning. Normally, he'd be rolling around in bed with Jin-ah, enjoying a lazy time. But Byung-joo felt his back screaming in stiffness from curling up on the hard sofa.
"J-Jin-ah?"
"Oh, Byung-joo, you're up?"
"Just now?"
He opened his eyes to see his wife bustling in the kitchen.
"—!"
Instantly wide awake. Naked except for a short apron—obscenely erotic, almost violently so—Byung-joo's eyes shook wildly.
Prepping breakfast in a naked apron, his wife moved busily around the kitchen.
Utterly disheveled, completely exposed. Her tits bouncing up and down while chopping, the pink wing tattoo peeking over the apron ribbon tied at her back. She radiated pheromones that screamed sex.
Morning wood sprang up instantly. Back in the day, that male-fantasy sight would've had him charging to the table, shoving his cock into her plump ass...
- Glance
But now he eyed her cautiously. Ever since he'd handed her to Hyunwoo first, she hadn't allowed him any skinship or touches.
Of course, separate from that, she still loved him. He could see it in her eyes.
- Squeeze
Only Hyunwoo got to grope her freely. He grabbed her plump ass peeking from under the apron.
"Ha-ut!"
His wife startled at Hyunwoo's sneak attack while cooking.
Scaring her while she's using a knife is dangerous!
Byung-joo inwardly scolded Hyunwoo but couldn't voice it.
- Squeeze squeeze
Her peach-shaped ass deformed under Hyunwoo's rough hands.
"Ha-ng... not now... ha-ut... Deputy Manager Lee. I'm making... breakfast."
"Breakfast can wait. Byung-joo's up now—let's sample this first."
"Nooo... the toast... will burn."
Hyunwoo's words likening his wife to food grated, but Byung-joo could only watch.
- Slap slap slap
Of course, jerking off was the exception.