Chapter 6.1 –  Dirty Talk

Coming out of the bathroom wearing a robe, she found all the food had been set up. Cocktails and wine were also prepared. She unconsciously licked her lips, but soon sat across from her husband with a composed face.

“A sip or two should be fine.”

She was deliberately not even looking at the glasses, only targeting the food.

But her husband, who had been watching her closely, offered her a cocktail. Just a sip or two. He insisted it would be fine.

Well… would it really be okay?

She put down the fork she was holding and looked at the plate in front of her husband. Her husband, whom she thought wouldn’t eat much, was showing a vigorous appetite.

In contrast to her husband’s nearly empty plate, hers still had more than half remaining.

“I’m not okay with it.”

She wanted to eat more.

Chewing only on the side where her wisdom tooth hadn’t emerged made her slower. She was already slow to begin with, but now she was completely like a snail. In the meantime, her husband had eaten all his food as if to show off.

“Why the long face?”

Her husband asked, seeing her puff out one cheek. She didn’t want to act petty over just eating, but this was too much from her husband.

“You’re really… too much. I was the one who was supposed to take advantage of you.”

Muttering to himself that the portions were too small and wouldn’t even serve one person, her husband extended a wine glass toward her.

“At least drink this.”

“I don’t want to fill up on liquids.”

In fact, she had placed the order without thinking her husband would eat that much. She had never seen her husband eat a lot of anything.

But seeing her husband practically inhaling the food like that was quite unfamiliar. The appetite she had known of her husband all this time must not have been real.

“I’ll order more for you.”

“I’ll place the order myself.”

“Order it. After I finish eating.”

After she replied curtly, her husband nodded while wiping his mouth with a napkin. Even that simple motion exuded elegance.

“You… after eating like that, aren’t you full?”

She had built up some immunity to her husband’s appearance by now. When she looked at her husband as if he had tapeworms in his stomach, he chuckled.

“Have I ever been full before the main course?”

Turning away from such a husband, she chewed and swallowed the last remaining piece of vegetable thoroughly. She could feel her husband, who had been staring at her intently, slowly scanning her from top to bottom.

So those things were merely appetizers.

Her husband’s gaze was saying exactly that. He was unmistakably a beast.

“I suppose the main course for you is me?”

Her husband’s eyebrows twitched, then she heard a low rumbling laugh from his throat. This was the first time she had spoken in such a way.

Her heart was pounding wildly, but her husband looked pleased.

“What if it is?”

This was the first time she had seen her husband like this. His tone seemed to openly tease her. He was a man who could manipulate her with just a look.

However, she had never felt that such a husband was vulgar. Rather, she found herself unfamiliarly excited and heated with arousal.

That was because her husband only uttered such lewd talk limited to her and only on the bed. He was a man who was different in the morning and day, and completely different at night.

The only reason she had endured for three years was because her husband had no other women. He was truly a man obsessed only with work.

And she was obsessed only with such a husband.

Since they each had separate objects of obsession and were crazy only about those, they had never had a conversation.

Their only communication was colliding bodies on the bed. If that somewhat intense method could also be called communication.

‘A beast, you say? I don’t deny it. But that’s my way. Don’t deny that part of me.’

Her husband had said that. He had also asked for her cooperation.

Why hadn’t she thought to try approaching things her husband’s way sooner?

Since she was nothing but the weakest in front of her husband anyway, there would have been no need to be particularly careful with her body.

“Am I… that delicious to you?”

She decided to try being brave too.

To her husband who had agreed to her request for divorce, this much was nothing now. She had already become shameless enough since talking about love.

“Curious?”

“Yes. No matter how delicious food is, you get tired of it if you keep eating it.”

“It depends on how you eat it.”

“How will you… then?”

“I’ll make sure you respond.”

“Th-there’s no need for that. You can just do as you always—”

However, when her husband lifted her up and pulled her to the bed, positioning himself as he climbed on top, she became frightened. She reached her arms toward her husband’s shoulders to push him away, but her husband’s lips approached first.

“No. You just stay still and feel.”

Starting from the inside of her wrist, he kissed her and she gradually burned up. Like a moth that jumps into fire knowing it will be burned, she surrendered her arms.

“I’m going to bite you, s*ck you, and lick you like a dog.”

Her bluish skin was soon moistened with his saliva. Each time she was sucked into his mouth, her lower body twitched. Just from her husband’s sucking, her lower body was getting wet.

Under the wide-open robe, even her underwear was pulled down. When she tried to close her legs against the cold air, her husband’s thigh pushed in. His firm knee pressed against the intimate place between her legs.

“Wa, wait a moment.”

She thought he would lick areas like her arms or armpits a bit more, but this was too fast.

Surely, he wasn’t going to s*ck there.

As the startled woman tried to raise her upper body, her husband’s hand gripped her shoulder firmly. Overpowered by one hand, she fell back again.

“Wa, wait… ahh.”

His handsome nose was buried between her legs. As he rubbed his fine face through the thicket, her lips parted.

Her husband’s gaze looking up from between the dark hair was that of a beast in the darkness. No, more than that—cruel like a predator sizing up its prey right before its eyes.

Huu. Her husband’s lips opened slightly and air entered.

In an instant, her husband’s lips touched her trembling cl*toris. Watching her husband swallow it in one gulp was agonizing. Even visually, she felt violated by her husband.

“Ah, wa, wait!”

She wasn’t allowed to say she would do something.

After briefly releasing her cl*toris, this time he inserted his finger inside her v*gina. His slender but appropriately firm finger made a full circle around her inner walls.

“You’re, you’re too… huk!”

Her eyes widened greatly. The sight of her husband’s actions kept making her lower body wet. Each time he rotated his finger, wet sounds emerged.

Today, it was quite difficult to hold back her m*ans. Sweat was forming on her forehead.

“I saw you felt it well last time.”

Her body stiffened like a fish caught in a net.

‘Last time? When was he talking about?’

“Th, that never happened.”

“The day you called me a beast at the street food stall.”

She couldn’t remember. She shook her head. She really couldn’t remember.

“I should have just finished inside then.”

Along with the sound of him clicking his tongue, her inner walls were stretched wider. Her lower abdomen felt heavy yet ticklish like on the first day of her period.

She clenched her fists at that strange sensation, when suddenly another finger entered. Because of that, she could feel her contracting interior even better.

‘Why? Why?’

Unbelievably, she was wanting something more intense. Fingers alone felt somehow insufficient. Though she had thought such a thing impossible, it seemed she wouldn’t mind being penetrated by something even more intense.

Her mind was chasing pleasure while her mouth was having a conversation with her husband. Since it was rare for her husband to speak on the bed, she didn’t want to miss even that.

“What do you mean by that…”

“I told you. Even a beast finds its conscience.”

So, she hadn’t bumped into something while drunk back then…!

She didn’t know whether to be relieved that it was because she was having s*x with her husband, or to thank her husband for not ejaculating inside.

She hadn’t drunk even a sip of alcohol, yet somehow her head wasn’t working properly.

Meanwhile, her husband’s third finger entered below.

“Euhuk…”

Unswallowed m*ans flowed out in succession. Today, the stimulation her husband gave felt particularly intense.

It was overwhelming. Her womanhood also tensed up in her thoroughly soaked lower body. She could only squeeze her husband’s fingers.

What she wanted was something else, but she couldn’t possibly say it out loud.

What could she say?

That she wanted him? More precisely, that she too wanted his body?

That she too seemed to be a beast like him?

“But today I’m going to do it.”

“Aah!”

Fortunately, her husband’s member pressed against the entrance of her v*gina.