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🕑 Added 2025-04-12 04:53:06 +0000 UTCEP.40: The Woman Who Was Once Your Wife (♥︎)
"Aaaagh! Get away! I said get away!"
The source of the noise was not far away.
Intense screams echoed as if someone was fighting zombies coming through the door.
I slowly turned the corner with my crossbow aimed.
The scene that unfolded was exactly as I had expected.
Jang Do-cheol was wrestling with zombies through a thin door.
He was trying to close the door while three zombies were attempting to squeeze through.
He mercilessly struck the zombies with a mop he had picked up from somewhere.
But without enough force behind the blows, the zombies just kept pushing their jaws forward.
"Grrrroar"
"... Damn it! Just go away already! You bastards!"
Crude curses poured from Jang Do-cheol's mouth.
With his refined looks and showy party suit,
He looked like a thug from a third-rate chaebol family.
'I can't believe she thought to marry a guy like that.'
I clicked my tongue lightly and pulled the crossbow trigger.
In an instant, a bolt shot out and pierced a zombie's head.
"Thwack!"
The bolt penetrated halfway through and poked out the other side of the door.
Startled, Jang Do-cheol fell backwards on his behind.
"Aaaagh! Shit! You scared me!"
Sprawled out, he lost his grip on the doorknob.
The remaining two zombies seized the opportunity and quickly approached Jang Do-cheol.
"Grrrroar!"
"Grrrroar!"
As the zombies attacked simultaneously, Jang Do-cheol froze with a completely drained expression.
And just as the zombie's hands were about to grab his neck,
"Thunk! Slash!"
My two sword strikes instantly took out the two zombies.
Jang Do-cheol, who had his eyes tightly shut, slowly opened them at the noise and faced the situation.
"... Huh? W-what? Who are you?"
Jang Do-cheol flinched, seemingly noticing the sharp sword in my hand.
Was he born without any manners?
He was speaking informally despite meeting me for the first time.
I swung my sword with cold eyes.
As I pressed the blade to his chin, his face turned pale.
He quickly raised both hands to show he had no intention of resisting.
Of course, his tone had become noticeably more polite.
"... W-why, why are you doing this! I don't have anything! Killing me would be pointless!"
I stared at Jang Do-cheol and asked a question.
"Are you Korean?"
"Y-yes! I'm speaking Korean, aren't I!"
"Your name?"
"Jang Do-cheol! You know Taesan Steel, right? I'm the third son there! If you spare me, I'll give you money or whatever you want!"
He adjusted his posture, seemingly desperate to live.
He knelt down and pleaded earnestly.
Of course, he would perceive this place as reality.
He must feel like it's truly a life-or-death moment.
I withdrew my sword with a faint sneer.
Instead, I held out a rope made from torn clothes.
"Money is useless in a world like this. Forget it. Use that to tie your legs."
"... What? W-why this?"
"Just tie them if I tell you to. Or should I stab your guts?"
Seeing the flashing blade, he panicked and quickly started tying his legs.
Even so, he kept chattering, trying somehow to persuade me.
"... Y-you don't need to do this. Why don't we just work together? Don't you need a companion? I may not look it, but I'm quite strong. I'm sure I can be helpful."
I smirked at his desperate flailing.
"You talk too much. Just so you know, I hate chatty bastards the most."
At that, Jang Do-cheol clamped his mouth shut.
But his eyes kept moving restlessly, searching for some way to survive.
Once Jang Do-cheol's legs were tightly bound, I started wrapping rope around his arms to restrain him too.
Jang Do-cheol must have finally realized something was suspicious, as he began thrashing and resisting the ropes.
"W-why are you tying my arms! What are you doing! Why are you doing this!"
As I silently continued my work, Jang Do-cheol, feeling extreme fear, started hurling rough insults.
He thrashed about wildly, but it was a meaningless struggle.
"You son of a bitch! What are you trying to do to me! What did I do to deserve this!"
"Just stay still. I'm only tying you up. Why would I trust you enough to untie you?"
"I won't do anything! I'll obey your orders quietly! Fuck! Untie this! Hurry up and untie me! Don't you know who I am!"
"Jang Do-cheol, right? Third son of Taesan Steel."
"You fucker! My uncle backs the Gangnam faction! My eldest uncle is a three-term assemblyman! You think you'll be safe after doing this?"
"Sigh. Call your uncle. Skip rope with your eldest uncle's dick. Do whatever you want. For now, just shut up. You're giving me a headache."
"......"
He glared at me with murderous intent, lips sealed.
I let out a hollow laugh and slapped Jang Do-cheol's cheek once.
I really didn't like his arrogant look.
"This son of a bitch."
"Smack!"
Jang Do-cheol's body swayed with the brutal sound.
I grabbed his neck while holding the rope binding him.
"Kuhuk!"
"Still don't understand the situation? Does this look like Korea to you?"
"... Urgh."
"Lower your eyes, you worthless bastard. You want me to treat you like shit for real?"
Jang Do-cheol stared into my eyes, then reluctantly lowered his gaze.
His expression still glimmered with unresolved anger.
"Tsk. You only listen when hit."
"So... what are you going to do now? What will you do after tying me up?"
"First we'll go back to my hideout. If you behave there, I might untie you."
"... Hideout? You have a safe place?"
Jang Do-cheol's expression brightened at those words.
When I nodded, he started urging me with a somewhat sinister look.
"If you have a hideout, we should go there quickly! If we stay here, those zombie bastards will come again!"
"Alright, kid. You're so damn pushy."
"Ahem. Anyway, untie this first. So I can walk at least."
Of course, I had no intention of untying him.
If I gave him freedom and let him meet Ryu Ji-hye, who knows what he might do.
I planned to keep him tightly bound somewhere until the training was over.
"You can walk without untying. And I'll handle the zombies anyway. You just need to slowly climb up to the next floor."
"W-what nonsense is that! You want me to go out there tied up?"
"Yeah. I'll take care of everything, remember? For a man, you sure are scared."
"W-wait! Wait a second! Kaak!"
I ignored his grumbling and yanked hard on the rope.
Then I started heading out to the corridor without hesitation.
Jang Do-cheol followed along, trying to keep his balance as I led him.
He had no idea his ex-wife was right on the floor above.
Knock knock knock
"It's me. Open the door."
After safely securing Jang Do-cheol,
I returned to our quarters where Ryu Ji-hye welcomed me with an affectionate smile.
The beautiful woman burst out as soon as I knocked on the door.
She was about to throw herself into my arms when she suddenly stopped, noticing the man behind me.
She covered her mouth and pointed at Jang Do-cheol with shocked eyes.
"... Y-you, how?"
Jang Do-cheol recognized her as well.
He too looked bewildered for a moment, then began looking between me and her with a meaningful smile.
"Hehe. I see. So that's how it is. You spread your legs to survive? With this bastard? Clever bitch."
Disliking his gaze, I immediately threw a punch.
As it struck his abdomen hard, the bound Jang Do-cheol exhaled sharply and collapsed onto the corridor floor.
"Kuhuk! You son of a bitch!"
"I don't know what your relationship is, but you sure talk like shit."
Suddenly Jang Do-cheol started giggling and laughing.
Despite the pain, his hysterical laughter just seemed pathetic.
"Puhahaha. You bastard. You ate some bad food. That bitch is one I fucked and threw away. Did you know she has a kid? You're happily fucking a woman I dumped less than a week ago. Kehehehe."
I already knew, but I deliberately let my gaze grow cold.
Jang Do-cheol seemed to like my expression and shouted more frantically.
"Hey hey. Don't be like that. When I go back to Korea, I'll introduce you to even sexier girls. Huh? Much younger and fresher than that bitch. With killer tits and hips. How about it?"
At his continued blathering, Ryu Ji-hye's fists trembled with rage.
She glanced at me, then hung her head with a gloomy face.
She seemed to dislike showing such a pathetic sight.
I observed Ryu Ji-hye's reaction, then turned my gaze back to Jang Do-cheol.
His continued smirking was clearly not the look of someone repenting.
This was the perfect environment for training Ryu Ji-hye.
She would willingly open her heart, if only for revenge against him.
I smiled lightly and answered Jang Do-cheol.
No matter how much he ranted, he was in no position to beat me.
"Pfft. So this is what the ex-husband is like. I can roughly guess the size."
"Hehehe. Trying to act cool? That doesn't change reality."
"I'm not acting cool. I really don't care. How small must your dick be for her pussy to gush like that as soon as I put mine in? She loved it when I hit her cervix. You never did that?"
As I tilted my head in genuine curiosity, Jang Do-cheol's expression hardened.
He glared at Ryu Ji-hye with murderous eyes.
I tapped Jang Do-cheol's cheek and laughed heartily.
"Why glare at the innocent woman? It's not her fault you can't make her feel good."
"... Bullshit. That bitch moaned like crazy with me too. She's the type to cum buckets with anyone who fucks her."
"Hmm. Is that so? But Ji-hye said she faked it when having sex with you."
As I casually brought it up, the quick-witted Ryu Ji-hye immediately played along.
She laughed derisively and tore down Jang Do-cheol's masculinity.
"Honestly, I didn't feel anything. I faked it so you wouldn't feel bad. Your foreplay was pretty clumsy too."
At those words, Jang Do-cheol flared up and spat out curses.
Vulgar, harsh swear words poured out endlessly.
"You fucking bitch! How dare you spout such bullshit! You want to die?"
I struck Jang Do-cheol's head hard.
His lips clamped shut at the dull impact.
"Shut up, dickhead. Small dick but big mouth."
"... Kuk."
"Alright. If you don't believe it, I'll have to show you directly."
"... W-what do you mean?"
He glared at me with uneasy eyes.
He seemed to vaguely anticipate what was coming next.
I sat on the sofa with a sly smile.
Then I snapped my fingers at Ryu Ji-hye.
She came over and demurely sat on my lap, snuggling close.
Then she blushed coyly and kissed my neck.
Smooch♥︎ Smooch smooch♥︎
I grabbed Ryu Ji-hye's head while maintaining eye contact with Jang Do-cheol.
Then I pushed my tongue into her mouth and sucked greedily, as if savoring a prize.
Ryu Ji-hye breathed heavily and squirmed, as if receiving a great reward.
Jang Do-cheol watched with bloodshot eyes.
I spoke without breaking eye contact, as if provoking him.
"Ryu Ji-hye. Service master's cock. Let's see how eagerly you suck it."
At that command, Ryu Ji-hye glanced at Jang Do-cheol.
Then she knelt between my legs with a scornful smirk.
She turned her back coldly, as if completely uninterested in that loser, and whispered:
"Yes♥︎ I'll suck master's cock hard♥︎ Please eat my dog pussy again♥︎"
"Pfft. Did you ever talk to your husband like this?"
"Of course not♥︎ I don't want to talk about that person♥︎ I already forgave him the moment you put yours in♥︎ He's just a pitiful person♥︎"
She unzipped my pants and took my shaft fully into her mouth without hesitation.
She pushed her head between my thighs, making vulgar noises.
Over Ryu Ji-hye's shoulder, Jang Do-cheol's dumbfounded expression was visible.
I mercilessly shook her head, using his expression as a side dish.
Slurp slurp slurp slurp♥︎ Suck suck suck suck suck♥︎
The woman who was once his wife was being treated like a sex toy.
She obediently sucked and licked my dick, her lips pressed against me like an onahole.
While being treated like a plaything, Ryu Ji-hye caressed her own pussy with one hand, melting in pleasure.
Soon, Jang Do-cheol's expression began to contort.
His pupils shook aimlessly.
