Chapter 97
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 96
Chapter Title: A Husband's Desperation
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"Wh... what are you talking about? What do you want me to show you?"
Lee Byung-joo denied the thought that flashed through his mind and shot back at Hyunwoo.
"Your wife, man. Your wife. Come on, you should know what I mean."
- Thud
"What kind of nonsense is that?!"
Lee Byung-joo slammed his fist on the table and bellowed.
'What the hell is this guy saying?'
His pure and considerate wife knew no other man but him. Seo Jin-ah was so precious to Lee Byung-joo that he had rushed their wedding to keep other guys from hitting on her.
He had begged Hyunwoo, even revealing his own weaknesses, all to regain normal intimacy with the wife he loved. Yet here was Yi Hyunwoo demanding that very wife.
"Don't you ever say that shit again. I'm not letting it slide."
Lee Byung-joo rarely lost his temper, but now he glared at Hyunwoo with a hardened expression.
'Look at this guy? Fine, don't touch the wife?'
But Hyunwoo, who had pierced through every bit of Lee Byung-joo's [Psychological Message] via the work system, wasn't fazed at all. No matter how much pride the man mustered, he was still in Hyunwoo's palm.
"Ha... You sneak around enjoying everything on the sly, and now you're shocked? My girlfriend's fair game, but your wife isn't?"
"..."
Lee Byung-joo turned away without a word, deeming Hyunwoo's remark unworthy of response, and stormed out of the smoking room. Hyunwoo called after his retreating back.
"Change your mind, film a video, and send it over. That'll settle it. Think it over, Byung-joo."
- Thud
Ignoring Hyunwoo's words, Lee Byung-joo roughly slammed the smoking room door shut behind him and vanished.
'That fucking bastard, fucking bastard, fucking bastard.'
'Daring to touch Jin-ah? Plenty of others to mess with, right? Just because she flashed her tits like some bar girl.'
No matter how alluring Hyunwoo's partner Kim Ji-na was, treating her—a cheap floozy—with the same regard as his pure and elegant wife made Lee Byung-joo's blood boil.
'They're from different worlds, different roots.'
Unaware that the Kim Ji-na Hyunwoo partnered with was none other than his beloved Seo Jin-ah, Lee Byung-joo dismissed her as bar trash.
The club outfit like a hostess dress, the one-night stand with Hyunwoo after just hours of meeting, her blowjob skills that put most pros to shame. By his standards, no matter her killer body or pretty face, Kim Ji-na was just bar girl material—nothing more, nothing less.
That might explain his rage at Hyunwoo putting Seo Jin-ah on the same level.
"Let's drop it. There has to be another way."
Already wracked with guilt toward his wife, Lee Byung-joo figured it was for the best.
But that thought didn't last long.
"Haa..."
There was no other way. Porn didn't work, visits to brothels failed, even reaching out to old fuckbuddies for a romp left his limp dick unresponsive.
If anything, it only made Kim Ji-na loom larger in his mind—Hyunwoo's partner. Her full, teardrop-shaped perfect breasts, her devoted blowjobs swallowing his cock to the hilt, that mind-blowing paizuri.
It had always been intense, but Hyunwoo's work system amplification of his [Obsession] with her had cranked it to unbearable levels.
'Damn it... Is this really the only way...'
His [Mental], slightly recovered through work obsession, had plummeted back to rock bottom from repeated erection failures. As his mental state crumbled, Lee Byung-joo finally succumbed to Hyunwoo's temptation.
Lee Byung-joo stared at his wife's profile as she lay beside him. Oblivious to his turmoil, Seo Jin-ah slept peacefully.
Even in slumber, she was breathtakingly beautiful. But tonight, he had to share the body that had been his alone with Hyunwoo. He had to soil his pristine canvas of a wife himself.
'Sorry... honey...'
Shaking with guilt, Lee Byung-joo
- Click
switched on the small bedside mood light. Orange glow softly illuminated one corner of the dark bedroom.
- Swish
Carefully, he slid down the straps of his wife's slip.
She used to prefer comfy pajamas, but lately insisted on sheer mesh one-piece slips. A consideration to help his erection issues, perhaps—but it hadn't made much difference.
'But this slip... is it always this sexy?'
His confidence in the gutter, he'd never properly looked at her sleepwear before. Now he did.
The deep plunging neckline barely covered her nipples, exposing over half her cleavage. The see-through mesh revealed skin and panties underneath. It felt even more erotic than going bare.
And the panties...
'T-back...'
Her panties were a skimpy T-back that blatantly outlined her pussy mound. Even that tiny fabric was mesh, exposing her cleanly shaved labia. Two tightly closed pink folds.
- Gulp
Dazed by his wife's boldly provocative sleepwear, Lee Byung-joo stared for a moment before
- Swish
pulling the slip down below her waist to expose her breasts.
- Jiggle
Lying down, they should have spread and seemed smaller, but Seo Jin-ah's breasts retained their presence. Pudding-soft skin, dainty pink nipples hanging sweetly at the center. Her translucent skin let the mood light reveal even the veins.
Her breasts alone had been reason enough to marry; they were true works of art.
"Mm... ngh..."
'Eek!'
- Scramble
As Seo Jin-ah stirred, Lee Byung-joo quickly lay down and pretended to sleep.
"Mm..."
Thankfully, she didn't wake, just murmured in her sleep.
"Phew..."
- Click
Thus, Lee Byung-joo snapped a photo of her bare chest. He hesitated briefly but sent it to Hyunwoo.
- Now we're good?
- What? Whose tits are those? No face, how am I supposed to know? Film a video with face and tits together and send it.
"Haa..."
In response to Hyunwoo, Lee Byung-joo filmed a 10-second video of her sleeping face and bare chest, sending it via messenger.
- Wow... Just as I thought, those tits are art. Look at those pink nips.
- Now we're really done, right?
- What're you saying? You've seen my girl's too. We're even.
- You wanted sex vids, and tits to call it square? That's too shameless.
- Hurry and show the ass too.
"Haa... that fucking bastard..."
He felt toyed with by Hyunwoo's antics. But with her breast video already sent, Lee Byung-joo had no choice. He gently rolled Seo Jin-ah onto her stomach and flipped up the mesh slip.
Truth be told, he hesitated to show her ass because of the lewd pink wing tattoo she'd recently gotten right above it.
His wife, marked with a tattoo like those Korean whores who'd sold themselves in Japan. Even if for him, he hated exposing such a tacky tattooed nude to Hyunwoo.
But with no options left, Lee Byung-joo filmed her ass—lewd tattoo and all, in that suggestive T-back—and sent the video. Even he found the sight sluttily erotic.
- Holy shit, that tattoo real? Your wife looks so innocent, but sluttier than my Ji-na? Fucking hot. Damn.
His hands trembled at Hyunwoo's crude assessment of his wife. He'd sent the nudes to watch Hyunwoo with Kim Ji-na, but his love for her hadn't faded one bit.
- Don't talk like that, seriously.
- Oh, pissed? Sorry, sorry. But you missed something important. Gotta send everything.
- Everything?
- You know, Byung-joo.
- You really need... that... part too?
- Dude, you'll see Ji-na's pussy live when you watch us fuck. I'm just asking for a video—can't do that?
- ...
- Wanna end it here?
- No... I'll send it.
- Good. Spread the lips so I see inside. Then I'll accept it.
"..."
Hyunwoo demanded it all to the end. He'd known it was coming, but whether from the work system's emotion amp or his shattered [Mental], Lee Byung-joo couldn't hold back.
"Haa..."
To film her pussy between her thighs, he carefully spread her legs. Pushing the T-back aside revealed her neatly groomed labia.
- Schlick
Following orders, he spread her folds with thumb and forefinger. Shy pink inner flesh peeked out. One hand holding her open, the other filming the sight—
'Huh!'
Shockingly, her pussy was already drenched in arousal fluid. Copious nectar coated his fingers, forming sticky transparent strings. Then—
"Honey."
"Gyaaah!!!"
Her voice in his ear made Lee Byung-joo scream like a banshee.
"What... what are you doing right now?"
Speak of the devil. Breasts out, ass exposed, panties aside, sensitive folds spread—had that woken her? Seo Jin-ah's voice sounded like the grim reaper to him.
"It... it's..."
"Are... are you filming my body right now?"
Spotting the phone in his hand, Seo Jin-ah interrogated him coldly—far from her usual soft, loving tone.
They said calm people are scariest when mad. Her expression was no joke.
"I... I've been having trouble lately, you know? So I thought... maybe this would help..."
Desperate to defuse, he offered a lame excuse even he knew was bullshit. It didn't land with her.
"Even as husband and wife, Byung-joo... this is a crime. I'm really... so disappointed in you..."
Adjusting her mesh slip to cover up, though the sheer fabric did little to hide her. A normal guy might've gotten even harder.
"Sniff... sob..."
And now she was crying...
"I... I'm sorry... Jin-ah..."
"Forget it! I can't sleep in the same bed as you anymore... I'm too disappointed. And scared you'll do it again."
"No... Jin-ah, I swear it won't happen again..."
"Stop! Just go sleep in the living room."
Seo Jin-ah issued marching orders from their marital bed. Her resolute face left no room for negotiation.
"Haa... sorry..."
Unable to argue further, Lee Byung-joo slumped onto the living room sofa. Truly the worst day—nothing going right.
"Phew..."
At least he'd managed to send the videos to Hyunwoo just before getting caught. Not some random woman—his own wife's nude footage, straight to another man. Still, he sighed in relief.
Now he could watch Hyunwoo and Kim Ji-na fuck live. To Lee Byung-joo, that mattered most. Once his dysfunction was fixed, petty marital spats like tonight would sort themselves out.
That's what he wanted to believe.