Chapter 63
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Bedroom Despair
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"Phew... I'm exhausted."
Lee Byung-joo had been building up fatigue from recent long-distance business trips and frequent company dinners. The reason he'd suddenly become obsessed with work like a madman? It all stemmed from his bedroom troubles with Seo Jin-ah. For a vigorous guy like him, this misfortune hit like a ton of bricks—way more than he could handle.
💭 Psychological Messages
[Love] for Seo Jin-ah
[Despair] over own sexual function - Amplification Activated
[Passion] for assigned duties
His shattered stats told the story perfectly. His Stamina and Charm had been halved. Libido was at rock bottom. His Mental had once been completely broken, but by throwing himself into work like a maniac to drown out the sorrow, he'd managed to recover a little.
"I'm home."
The moment he opened the front door, the tantalizing aroma of food hit him, stirring his appetite. Even at this late hour, his wife Seo Jin-ah had prepared dinner for him.
"You must be tired, honey."
She rushed out to the entrance in her apron, taking his coat and bag. Seeing his loving wife waiting and the mouthwatering meal laid out made Byung-joo's exhaustion from the grueling trip vanish in an instant.
"Let's eat first, honey."
Byung-joo sat down and devoured his dinner. Between the business trips and constant overtime, his mealtimes had gotten later and later. Maybe that's why—unlike before marriage, his once-slim figure was gone, replaced by a pudgy one.
Charm: 4(-4)/10
His slashed Charm surely factored into the weight gain, especially since it had ballooned after the bedroom issues with his wife started.
'Sigh... I really need to lose some weight...'
But even as he thought that, his hand kept shoveling food into his mouth nonstop. For a man who couldn't perform his husbandly duties, food and work were his only outlets for stress.
Unlike Byung-joo's frustration, Jin-ah loved watching her husband enjoy the meal she'd prepared. His extra weight still looked cute to her.
They sat across from each other at the table, chatting about their day over dinner. It was the cozy newlywed life Jin-ah had always dreamed of.
- Vrrr
But that happy moment shattered with a single text message.
"Why the long face? Who's the text from?"
Seeing his wife's expression darken instantly, Byung-joo paused mid-bite and asked worriedly.
"Oh... it's nothing. The team leader wants a meeting tomorrow about the quarterly settlement."
"That guy's always scheduling stuff like this after hours for no reason. Nothing special going on lately, right?"
They'd once been in the same department, so Byung-joo knew Jin-ah's team leader well and grimaced at the thought of the Tax Team Leader.
"Yeah, it's fine. Don't worry too much."
Jin-ah forced a smile, but something about it nagged at Byung-joo.
"Alright, but tell me if anything's up, okay?"
"Sure, I will. Go wash up once you're done eating. I drew a bath for you to relieve some stress."
"Oh, really?"
Byung-joo, who'd been dying for a soak after a day on his feet, headed straight to the bathroom with a grin. But while he beamed, Jin-ah's face was clouded with worry.
- Vrrr
"Oh! Heh heh heh, finally here."
The video file Yi Hyunwoo had ordered from Seo Jin-ah had arrived.
"Does she really need to be nagged into it every time?"
Hyunwoo resolved to train her better so she'd obey his commands instantly from now on. He played the file she'd sent. It was a big one, so downloading took a bit. His anticipation swelled with the file size.
- Gulp
The video opened on a familiar room—Seo Jin-ah and Lee Byung-joo's marital bedroom. He'd fucked her there a few times, so the memory was fresh.
Jin-ah sat on the bed in a black lace slip dress. The sheer mesh fabric revealed her ample breasts and the shy pink nipples at their centers.
Her panties were the ones Hyunwoo had made her buy—see-through mesh T-panties. They exposed her neatly waxed crotch and ass perfectly.
"She said she hated it, but she's doing everything anyway?"
When he'd ordered her to film it, she'd resisted hard. But now here she was in a sheer slip, clearly trying to seduce her husband tonight. Jin-ah must have wanted to break their sex drought too, to some degree.
- Phew... feels refreshing.
Lee Byung-joo entered through the bedroom door, fresh from his bath in a shower robe.
- Wh-what's with that outfit?
- I... I thought you might like it, Byung-joo...
Even on screen, Jin-ah's face flushed bright red—it was obvious. For someone as sexually conservative as her, even in marriage, this outfit was mortifyingly embarrassing.
- Is... is it no good?
- Huh? Oh... no, no, it's gorgeous.
Byung-joo stammered too, caught off guard by his wife's bold attire.
"Heh heh heh, Byung-joo, it's way too early to be shocked. You haven't even seen the gift I prepared."
While Byung-joo floundered, Jin-ah turned, presenting her back to him. Then...
She hesitated briefly before assuming cat pose—ass up, back arched like a bow. That exposed the wing-shaped tattoo Hyunwoo had inked right above her ass cheek starkly to Byung-joo.
- What the... what is this...?
- Is... is that a real tattoo?
- Yes...
- Why?! Why would you get one?
- Well... you've been avoiding holding me lately...
- I thought maybe I wasn't attractive enough... that you needed some new stimulation...
- Even... even so, why a tattoo...?
Her explanation—that she'd gotten it because of their bedroom woes—softened his anger a bit, but Byung-joo's face burned crimson. He'd had a colorful past with women, including several with tattoos.
One conclusion from that? Not all tattooed women were sluts, but all sluts had tattoos. They looked sexy, sure, but no guy wanted one for his own woman. So Byung-joo had kept it to one-nights with them, never anything serious.
But his own wife, Seo Jin-ah, with a tattoo! And a slutty design like that, right above her ass cheek.
'And in pink, no less...'
- Ahh...
Byung-joo staggered as if he'd collapse from shock. He tried denying reality, but the pink tattoo gleamed under the light through the sheer slip, asserting itself boldly.
Yet ironically, the situation thrilled him. His usually prim wife in see-through lingerie and T-panties, with a lewd tattoo above her ass, shaking it in doggy position begging to be fucked.
His eyes bloodshot with rage, blood still rushed south, stiffening him rigidly. It had been ages since he'd felt this hard.
- We'll talk about the tattoo later.
- First, I need to punish you.
Confidence surging like his rock-hard cock, Byung-joo lunged his long-neglected erection toward Jin-ah's ass.
Her pussy was already drooling slick arousal, soaking her panties without any foreplay. He shoved the T-panties aside, aiming to plunge into his wife's hole and give her a lesson—but
Just short of entry, his dick went limp and flopped.
- Ahh...
"Kuhahaha!"
Hyunwoo burst out laughing as Byung-joo's cocky expression turned suicidal despair in an instant. He knew the ending, but it was still hilarious—prime highlight material.
- Haa...
- It's... it's okay, honey... tonight's just... you're tired from the trip.
Jin-ah comforted her utterly defeated husband. But despite her words, Byung-joo's face was pure gloom.
"Heh heh heh, think a little consolation fixes it?"
Was there anything more humiliating for a man than his own bowed head staring at his limp dick? His pride shattered once more, Byung-joo simply turned away and lay on the bed. Jin-ah's dejected expression lingered for a few seconds before the video ended.
"Hahaha, phew... that was a good laugh. For real."
Hyunwoo had watched with rapt interest—Byung-joo's reactions exceeded expectations. It played like a drama: shock and anger, excitement and anticipation, ending in resignation and sorrow. Perfect structure.
By the time the video finished, it was well past midnight. But Hyunwoo knew Jin-ah, who'd sent it, wasn't asleep yet.
"She was dripping before he even touched her—think she can sleep without getting fucked?"
Her Libido was maxed out, as expected. Hyunwoo called her immediately, grabbing his car keys and heading out.
- H-hello...?
As expected, Jin-ah picked up. She whispered, probably because her husband was asleep nearby.
"Open the door."
- Pardon?
"Should I ring the bell? I'm right here."
- No, no, don't!
Everyone lived close to the office, so Hyunwoo's place wasn't far from the newlyweds'. He arrived in minutes and waited for Jin-ah to open up.
- Creak
Jin-ah cautiously cracked the door late at night, fear in her eyes. But
- Slam
"Kyaa!"
Hyunwoo flung it wide open.
"Shh. Is Byung-joo asleep?"
"Y-yes... I think so."
Seeing her in the exact slip from the video made Hyunwoo's cock stiffen too.
- Creak
He slipped inside quietly and shut the door, then
"Eek!"
shoved his hand into her panties. Her pussy was drenched in sticky juices, just as expected.
"Jerking off next to Byung-joo, huh?"
"..."
"M-my husband's here. Please leave."
She spoke firmly, desperate to protect her marital home. But Hyunwoo, who knew her state inside out, just found it laughable.
- Squish
"N-nooo!"
User Seo Jin-ah's Submissiveness decreases by 3.
Submissiveness: 2/10
As if she'd been waiting, Jin-ah's pussy swallowed the intruding cock without resistance—fresh from masturbating. Her walls clenched and spasmed around it. Deep down, she wanted it; the Submissiveness drop was smaller than before.
- Plap plap plap plap
Shoes still on, Hyunwoo ravaged her from behind right in the entryway. The motion-sensor light flicked on and off with their movements.
"Haah... ahng... haaaang... mmp... mmph mmph"
"Quiet. Want Byung-joo to wake up?"
Tasting a cock incomparable to her fingers, Jin-ah couldn't stifle her moans. Her earlier resolve vanished like a lie. Then
"Mm..."
A sound came from the bedroom—Byung-joo's voice.