Chapter 2.6

Recalling his wife’s accusations against him, his body began to tense.

‘Should I just hold you, Go Ah-jin?’

He was already being treated like a beast, so what would change even if he embraced her here.

There was no regret. He was just a little resentful.

It had been their wedding night. He had been with women before, but back then it had been only about simple coupling—just a momentary impulse and instinct.

But his wife had told him it was her first time. Having no experience with tender touches, he too had been at a loss. Still, on their first night together, he couldn’t bring himself to stop with so little.

Wondering what to do, he looked over his wife lying on the bed.

Though she said it was her first time, his wife, who was lying neatly with her arms crossed over her chest, seemed to have made complete preparations, at least in her posture.

He especially noticed her neatly trimmed nails and straight fingers. That was when he first realized that his wife’s hands were beautiful beyond ordinary standards. He thought it would be fine to s*ck on his wife’s fingers.

That’s how he began conquering her hands first, and his wife became heated at the end. After proving that his efforts weren’t in vain, he always started with licking from then on.

Yet she called only him a beast, though she too had yielded.

Wasn’t that unfair? He had merely embraced his own wife.

That, at least, was where they connected. Even if his wife never gave him her heart, he thought it was enough that she shared her body.

Among his friends were couples who long ago abandoned intimacy, even living in separate rooms. Compared to them, surely they were better off. He had even felt a certain pride in that.

Right until last night, just before hearing the divorce notice from his wife.

‘Go Ah-jin, I thought you also considered this relationship quite alright. Even if not satisfying, I thought you did. I did.’

“Answer me! Go Ah-jin.”

He grabbed his sleeping wife’s shoulder and shook it.

“…Mmm.”

“Why am I a beast, Go Ah-jin?”

For a moment, his wife’s eyes opened slightly. Her gaze was so clear that it was hard to believe she had been dozing until now.

“I don’t know. Mmm. Why are you asking me that? Shouldn’t you know it yourself?”

“…What?”

‘Is she really drunk?’

His eyes glared fiercely as his wife flailed her arms.

He grabbed one arm and lifted it up. Since he had tormented her fingers earlier, this time it was her wrist. When he put his tongue to the white skin of the delicate inner area, his wife went limp.

“Hmmph.”

Her natural m*an stimulated him. It was fresher than the sounds he could only hear after pushing her to her limits.

Before he knew it, he had put down his wife’s arm and pulled away the blanket covering her.

Then her dazzling skin that he had seen many times was revealed.

His wife considered her pale skin a complex, but it was exactly to his liking. Especially now, as his wife who used to be shy about showing her n*ked body lay defenseless under the light, he was aroused.

“You’re right.”

As his wife said, he was a beast. Her underwear was only cumbersome in hiding his wife’s beauty.

Glancing at his wife’s face, instead of tearing her bra, he pushed it upward.

The crimson n*pple that peeked out became plump within his fingers. After caressing it several times as if pinching, he bit the hardened tip and sucked it deeply. His wife’s moaning was getting louder.

“Haah.”

His wife was definitely feeling it. Though she was intoxicated with sleep, his wife’s body was definitely responding to the pleasure he gave. She wanted his next touch.

His thick thigh settled between his wife’s narrow legs. When he brought his hand down to the peak of her panties, the bottom was soaking wet. He pushed the fabric aside slightly and inserted one finger. Slippery love juices welcomed him.

“Hmm!”

Just from gently stroking up and down, his wife’s sounds grew louder. Her shaking head and tightly closed eyes reminded him exactly of his usual wife. The attitude of not knowing what to do with the pleasure he gave while passively accepting it.

“Yes… there… ah…”

When he thr*st his finger into that secret crevice, his wife’s waist stirred. It was a pitiful gesture as if begging for him to come in more.

Every time he inserted his finger deeply, the inner flesh sucked it in deeply. Every time he stirred inside her intimate area, his wife’s hips shook. Finally, when he lifted her sensitive spot, his wife reached her peak.

“Ahhh!”

Lifting her hips, enough fl*id flowed out to thoroughly wet his finger. At the tremendous reaction, his eyes sank like an abyss. His manhood had long since stiffened and swollen.

“Mmm! G-good…there… ah…”

Because his wife was sufficiently wet, he could penetrate in one go. It was the first time. The first time the word “good” came from his wife’s mouth.

That became the starting point. He clung to her like a madman trying to penetrate his wife’s narrow place.

“Ah. Ple, please. Mmm!”

The delicate flesh that he had thought was only fragile bit down on that thing that had turned red and swollen like a weapon and wouldn’t let go. His focus blurred as he looked down at the red inner flesh clinging to him as if holding on, telling him not to leave.

While barely pulling out and inserting again, his wife was trembling beneath him. She continued pouring out love juices and letting out excited m*ans with her flushed face. It was beautiful music he had never heard anywhere in the world.

“Haah.”

Just before cl*max, he pulled out from his wife. He still had a handful of conscience left.

That time felt long. The afterglow soaked his back and his member came alive again, not knowing how to die. He clicked his tongue, worried about what would happen if his wife woke up like this.

Then his wife’s lips, which had been embracing him, moved slightly.

“Choi… Jinwook…”

It was his name. With just those three syllables, he almost cl*maxed ridiculously. He reached out and gripped one of her br*asts tightly. As if telling her to keep talking, he grabbed her n*pple and twisted it hard.

“We’re… di… vor… cing…”

His lips twisted greatly in absurdity. How much had she practiced those words to say them even in a moment like this? It was so like his wife that he let out a hollow laugh.

“You must want to die, Go Ah-jin.”

When he glared with fire in his eyes and threatened her, his wife’s head shook. He thought she had really woken up, but soon realized it was shaking from his force. A deflating sound naturally came from his mouth.

His wife’s closed eyes remained the same. She was even making soft snoring sounds.

It must be sleep talking.

So she had yielded to him in her sleep—felt it, responded to it. Very properly at that.

It was the first time since their marriage that he had such satisfying s*x that his neck felt stiff.

However, it was also very frustrating s*x.

Haha.

He laughed helplessly. His wife, sleeping soundly without knowing the world, looked as pure as a child, as if untainted. Compared to her, he seemed to be the only slave to pleasure.

Until just moments ago, he had felt dirty as if covered in filth, but looking at his wife again made one corner of his chest ache.

It was unfamiliar, but he wanted to be completely immersed in this feeling.

It was truly strange.

Yesterday’s her was unfamiliar, and today’s her seems like a completely different woman.

The wife he knew seemed to have disappeared, and there seemed to be a woman named Go Ah-jin he was seeing for the first time.

Perhaps the latter might be his wife’s true nature.

What his wife had been diligently hiding only from him for the past three years…

Perhaps there wasn’t just one or two things she had been hiding from him.

Then it would be something to gradually learn about.

He turned off the light and lay down next to his sleeping wife. Then he reached out one hand and pulled his wife’s body to his chest. His wife came to him obediently.

He had always embraced her on this bed. He would heat up his wife’s cold body, then push himself into her and pour out everything of his.

And then they would sleep apart from each other. Since s*x seemed to be accepted by his wife like a duty, he too didn’t bother to close the distance.

Tonight was behavior unlike him, but it wasn’t bad.

He wanted to believe that even his wife’s unfamiliar appearance was part of her true nature. He didn’t want to think that he had only shown pretense in front of her.

A distant deep sea spread across the ceiling.

To shake off emotions similar to anxiety, he embraced his wife even more. Not satisfied with that, he turned his wife’s body toward him and made her wrap both arms around his waist.

This way, they would fall asleep facing each other.

Even if sleep wouldn’t come, there was nothing to be done. Just for today, he didn’t want to let his wife fall away from him.