Chapter 33 – -32- You Can’t Compare a Man Like You With Your Husband, Right?
If we compare the process of manipulating the minds of others to sculpture, in the case of police officer Lee Na-eun, it was like sculpting with clay.
Clay clay that is softly deformed when pressed and easily processed into desired shapes.
Han Yu-jin’s spirit was like marble. Although she was gently chiseled out, suitable for carving. She had to be a little careful because once she made a mistake, there was no turning back.
And, the spirit of this woman who was struggling to take off her pants right in front of me was like steel.
‘It wasn’t an easy job’
Due to her inherent strong mentality and the high importance of the scenario, she was not receptive to suggestions.
Because of this, her sanity began to hang over and over again, to the degree that she was able to accept, like her raindrops chipping away at a rock.
‘Even that was hard work’
From the start, she didn’t inject any unreasonable hints like ‘this man can pay interest with his semen’.
From her remorse for her husband, with whom she did not have intercourse often, she derived her idea that semen is a very precious thing.
Gradually reinforcing her thoughts that she had drawn out, she deepened that ‘Semen is a very valuable commodity that should only be spent on loved ones’.
After the idiotic suggestion that cumulative sums = valuable goods had settled in, she slowly infused the suggestion that cumulative interest could be paid.
It was a work of great resistance. The psychological hurdles were also very high.
‘It would have been difficult without the help of scented candles’
An expensive scented candle she bought with her husband’s money had the effect of enabling a woman to concentrate on meditation if used.
In other words, it was an effect that softened the mind and blurred the boundaries of reason.
To her spirit, which had inhaled a lot of incense, she cast a suggestion using her sense of resistance.
When she hinted that ‘paying interest with flat rate is as bad as torture for the other party’, the sense of discomfort she felt at the suggestion of paying interest with her flat rate diminished.
It was the result of distorting the perception of ‘resistance to acts such as torture’ rather than ‘resistance to sexual work’.
After that, when I narrowed the target of her suggestion to me, the sense of incongruity she felt was further reduced.
It was the result of limiting the scope of suggestion.
It was surprisingly easy to add the hint that ‘Only this man can get interest in this way’.
Her suggestion that how much she normally hated me, and that only I could force interest in this painful way, quickly settled in her.
It was a hint of course that had to be added, since the sight of this woman being given to another debtor was intolerable.
The result of all this effort was her now, who was whining hard on her lap.
As if she wasn’t good at removing her partner’s underwear from her binding, she managed to get her panties off after trial and error.
“Hmm, be prepared… Huh…”
As if surprised for a moment by the majesty of my object, she let out a leaky sound.
“This is…?”
“Why are you doing that? Ha, please stop mocking me and finish it quickly.”
Because in her mindset this was quasi-torture, her performance of my anguish gave her pleasure.
She calmed herself down by her size, then glared at me and said in a cold voice, pretending not to be shaken.
“It looks like the cock is ready, so I’ll start collecting it now.”
With a whoop, she started sucking on my cock with her red-painted lips.
She was leaving her mark on her bright red lipstick, how much she had swallowed.
Her technique, although obviously immature, showed traces of effort.
“Huh… This is… So…” I told her in a distressed voice.
“Whoa…*Tswoop* It’s painful…? *Tsup* puha…Yes…*Tsueok* If only I had paid the interest on time…*Tseukkuk* this wouldn’t have happened…”
Taunting me with pity, she answered me by caressing his cock in between.
“Come on…*Squirt* in my mouth….*Sizzle* precious semen *squirt* cum irresponsibly”
She was unaware of what she was doing, and the sight of her engrossed in sucking the cocks of men who were not her husband was quite arousing.
As if to signal excitement, it got bigger and bigger, and clear copper liquid formed on the tip of my glans.
“Puha, did you ejaculate already? Hmm. Semen is a terrible man. It’s watery and transparent. It doesn’t even compare to my husband’s.”
As if mistaking her cooper fluid for semen, she squeezed the shaft of her cock and swallowed the transparent droplets on the tip of her glans, elated.
The cock slid out of her lips, her lipstick leaving marks on her cheeks. The ruined makeup gave her a strange look.
“…Ejaculation hasn’t even started yet. Is this your first time collecting semen?”
“Huh? But, I’m sure the semen…?” She replied with a puzzled expression.
‘My husband always sucked this much with his mouth, but he got cum…?’ It was in her confused mind.
“No. I said something useless. You have a background in collections, so you can’t be familiar with things like this…”
“…Don’t mock me. It’s the first time I’ve ever had a shameless debtor like you, so I’m just mistaken because it’s the first time I’ve collected in this way.”
She made excuses, hiding her embarrassment with a shameless expression.
“Even though it’s the first time I’ve collected in this way, I’ve been studying perfectly.”
She kissed my glans glistening with her saliva once more, and stimulating the tip of her glans with her tongue as she watched my reaction. Her one hand was rhythmically rocking her pole.
In contrast to her disgusted look, it was her kissing her cock nastyly, gently stroking her egg sac with one hand and rocking her pole with her other.
“How is it…? Are you in a *jjook* mood…? *Tzueok*”
“..It can’t feel good, right? Being forcibly extorted from a woman you don’t even love.” Barely holding back her laughter, she cheats on her.
“This is …*Tsu -eok*Look at the butter …*Tsukham*”
She seemed to have learned correctly, trying to swallow my stuff down her throat, careful not to touch her teeth.
Even though her tears were welling up, as if in pain, she was staring at me as if she was trying to come.
A woman who hates me is doing something filthy that even a woman who is very devoted to her lover cannot do.
Enduring the gagging, he looked up at me with watery eyes, observing the reaction on this side.
Her fellatio was also pleasant, but the way a married woman served me while despising me with her twisted common sense hastened my ejaculation.
I ejaculated as she licked her lips, ran her tongue down her pillar, and continued to fondle her eagerly on my cock.
“Eup … Uh geuk … Uh uh … ♥” Her tears welled up, while making a distressed expression. She slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth as if she were going to steal all my semen.
After rolling the thick, sticky semen around in her mouth for a while, she swallowed it in one gulp, perhaps deciding that it was worth swallowing.
I could feel my semen going down her esophagus as my neck groaned.
“*Kkeuh* puha…Have you seen it…? All of your semen, pitifully, disappeared into my stomach…Huhu”
Although she was speaking with the purpose of hurting me. Even if she boasted about the inside of her mouth where my sticky semen remained, it only made me feel sick, but it didn’t bother me at all.
She rolled her tongue around her mouth, collecting the remaining semen on her tongue and gulping it down. Shaking my cock, I also sucked the semen on my fingers as if finishing it off.
“*Sweet* Hmm… With this amount of ejaculation, whoa… Today’s interest should be enough.”
As if the forced fellatio was painful, she continued to suck in her tight breath.
Scented candles, clouding the woman’s mind, filled her lungs.
Her mind filled with satisfaction from the success of the collection she tried for the first time, the incense that dazes her mind that she drank too much.
I decided now was the time to add her allusions to her.
[When I masturbate, it reminds me of my cock.]
[Every time I compare her husband to me, I feel dirty.]
“I’m sorry…”
She took a deep breath for a moment to see if her head was pounding, but she only inhaled more of her incense, which calmed her mind and body.
The sense of incongruity increased for a moment, but her mind, which soon stabilized, allowed my new suggestion to come in.
“Whoa…What are you setting up like that? That’s all for today’s collection. Do you want to pay back the principal even if you have to forcefully stand up that much?”
As she looked at me with contempt, she said. Unsatisfied with one ejaculation, I was staring at my things standing there.
“…If you don’t want to go through something like this again next time, you’d better prepare some money.”
She retrieved the rope that had tied me down and looked at me with a cold gaze.
“You don’t want something like this, do you?”
“… That’s right” She stared at me with a strange smile, then sighed, fixed her smudged makeup, and hurriedly went outside.
Her mind was unaware of the erotic act of swallowing semen. Her body was aroused with excitement without knowing why.
Peeking through her status window before leaving, she was very excited.
She was full of thoughts of ‘I want to do it with her husband right away’.
“But… Would that be easy…?” I smiled and saw her off.
***
“Did you get the money well?” Jo Joo-yeop greeted his wife who returned with a kind tone.
“Yeah, I definitely got it…” Cho Joo-yeop looked at her with a curious look as she caressed her belly as if it were precious.
“Rather than that …. Haeup” Lee Seon-yeong, burning with her desire, kissed her husband’s mouth as if to violate it.
“Wait … You … Suddenly … ヘ …. ♥” Skillfully loosening her belt, she began to touch her husband’s cock.
“Puha … I can’t stand it … ♥ Sorry …. ♥” Picked up her husband’s cock with her index finger and thumb, she was shaking her.
“Today, all night, I’ll tease you… ♥” She grabbed her husband’s waist and started stroking her husband’s glans under her desk.
“Oh, wait, honey, too, uh…!” Cho Joo-yeop said urgently. Her wife, expecting pleasure from her, was unheard.
“Baby…Look forward to it…♥”
“Too, fast…A little…Slow…Slowly…Ah…” It was Jo Joo-yeop who let out a sigh as if something was draining his soul.
“…?” At the sensation of wet her palms, Lee Seon-yeong was taken aback.
Her husband’s cute little cock spattered and spattered semen.
‘…Already…?’
“Uh…Um, so…Let’s stop playing with our hands and go straight to the main room…?” She was incredulously denying her reality.
“Whoa, honey … Today, I said no …” Her husband looked at her resentfully and was ashamed of her shame.
“…Don’t play around, get up quickly…”
“I have to work. Don’t be annoyed and get out quickly.”
After ejaculating once, Jo Joo-yeop hurriedly pulled up his pants and put on his clothes, as if trying to hide the cock that would not stand up again.
“…Okay. I’m sorry honey.”
There was no answer coming back. Was she asking for too much? With her unsatisfied desire, Lee Sun-young went back to her room and wet her pillow with her tears.
‘Bad guy…It’s not that I’m not attractive…Why aren’t you standing?’
A dangerous thought popped into Lee Seon-young’s head after sniffing for a while.
“…If it was Jung Jin-hyeok”
She shook her head in fright at the fleeting thought, but it was harder to force the thought out of her mind.
When she was told not to think of an elephant, she came to think of Jeong Jin-hyeok, as if she could only think of an elephant.
“My husband, after ejaculating once, withered right away…”
“My husband ejaculated just a little bit and it was over…”
“My husband was very small and cute, but Jeong Jin-hyeok’s things…” Strangely, whenever she compared her husband and Jung Jin-hyeok’s things, her head seemed to go hazy as she felt a thrill of pleasure.
Her fingers naturally turned to her own secret secret. As if it was already ready, it felt damp.
Her own clitoris was soft, unlike her own fingers, which hardened from her sword handling.
‘If this is the case… It can’t be… ♥’
Sensing her guilt but yielding to her pleasure, Seonyoung Lee gently caressed her own bud, thinking of someone other than her husband for the first time.
That night, her pillow was damp with tears, but her bedsheets were damp for a different reason.
To others, for reasons I can never tell.
