Chapter 2 — My Husband is a Pervert - Episode 1 (2)

"Mmm..."

She said it out loud, then startled herself.

`No, this can't be...`

But contrary to her thoughts, moans kept clawing their way out of her throat.

Finally, her husband's company came into view ahead.

Her steps quickened without her realizing.

Once inside the building, the familiar face of the security guard greeted her.

[Hello again, Madam. Did Mr. Kim forget his documents again?]

[Ah, yes...]

She mumbled, hiding her burning red face.

There he was—her husband, just ahead.

[Here are the documents.]

She held out the papers she'd been clutching to her chest.

[Sorry again.]

He was an elite—always composed, always handling everything with quiet diligence. At thirty-four, he'd worked his way up to a corner office in one of the city's most prestigious financial firms, and they lived together in a modern apartment in the Gangnam district.

But sometimes, there were exceptions.

His eyes suddenly sparkled with mischief.

He leaned close, whispering carefully into her ear.

[So? How does it feel?]

As if waiting for that very moment, his wife gasped,

[It's driving me crazy. Please, do something.]

[Follow me.]

He led the way, and she followed.

He walked straight into the women's restroom. Knowing no one was inside, he locked the door behind them and pulled her into a stall.

[Hehe. Let's see how you're doing, shall we?]

His eyes already gleamed with playful malice.

[Ah... I don't know...]

Slowly, her husband lifted her skirt.

Beneath it was something completely unexpected—her chastity belt.

From his pocket, he pulled out a key.

With it, he unlocked the belt. Then, he reached inside and pulled out the small, trembling vibrator nestled between her legs.

[Ahh...]

The moment it was removed, a moan burst from her lips, uncontrollable. But her husband showed no mercy—he kept going.

From his pocket, he took out a fresh battery and replaced the old one in the vibrator.

Instantly, the small device began buzzing vigorously again.

[Again?]

Her voice trembled with shock.

[Please… stop now…]

But her husband ignored her completely, sliding the vibrator back inside her.

[Ahh...]

Then, he fastened the chastity belt back on and locked it with the key.

[Hehe. I'll be home early today.]

And just like that, he left. She slowly stood up—but immediately sank back onto the toilet lid.

---

I don't even remember how I made it out of the office building. Now I'm at a bus stop, waiting.

My mind is numb. I can't think at all. The only thing I feel is the strong, relentless vibration deep inside my pussy.

The bus wasn't crowded, but there were no seats.

I stood beside a male high school student.

But I couldn't stand still. The throbbing thing inside me was draining the strength from my legs.

As I shifted uncomfortably, suddenly the boy in front of me stood up.

[Um, please, take my seat.]

He must've thought my legs were hurting. Anyway, I tried my best to look normal as I sat.

[Ah, thank you.]

But sitting down brought an even bigger problem…

Every time the bus moved, the vibrator shifted deep inside me, sliding in and out, and the friction between my thighs and pussy sent waves of sensation crashing through me.

If I stayed like this, my juices would spill over, soaking my skirt completely.

`Ah… I can't do this…`

I got off at the next stop. The world spun, dizziness overwhelming me.

I stumbled into the nearest building. Luckily, there was a restroom. I pulled up my skirt.

`Ahh… Ah. I can't hold it anymore…`

The chastity belt was made of leather—some kind I didn't recognize. I'd tried cutting it with scissors earlier, but it wouldn't budge. Now, I rubbed my pussy hard over the leather.

Thick, sticky juices oozed from both sides of the belt's opening, soaking my fingers.

It didn't take long before I reached climax.

[Ah...]

A soft cry slipped from my lips.

Suddenly, I resented my husband. I didn't understand why he was torturing me like this.

This morning, I'd woken up to a cold sensation—only to find my lower body completely exposed.

My legs were spread wide, and there he was—my husband, crouched down, staring intently at my pussy.

[Honey… what are you doing?]

Instinctively, I tried to close my legs, but when I saw the mischievous glint in his eyes, I froze.

[Stay still. I'll make it fun for you.]

Damn it. He'd already inserted the vibrator and locked the chastity belt.

[Ah! Honey, take it off!]

[Hehe. I'll be home early today.]

And just like that, he'd fled the house. He'd planned everything perfectly…

At first, I thought nothing of it. I'd never used a vibrator before, and the chastity belt? Well, it was just leather underwear, more or less.

But the moment I started moving around the house to clean, a strange, tingling sensation spread from my pussy, distracting me completely.

`Mmm… Ah… I can hold it…`

I tried to endure it—but I couldn't.

`Ahh… Ah…`

Eventually, I collapsed onto the floor and started touching myself.

I couldn't reach the spot I needed—frustrated moans escaped me as I tried cutting the belt with scissors, but whatever it was made of, it wouldn't cut.

In the end, I could only rub myself over the leather.

`Ahh… Ah… Huh…`

---

He called around 1 p.m. My body was completely drained from masturbating nonstop since morning.

The vibrator's battery was weakening too—its buzz wasn't as strong as it had been earlier.

[Hello…]

I answered, forcing myself to sound calm. It was him.

[Baby, how are you? How's it feel?]

[You! When you come home, you're in big trouble!]

[Ah. Don't be mad. Just bring me the documents on my desk. By 1:30!]

Click.

[Honey! Hello?!]

The line was dead. He'd said his piece and hung up.

I was furious—but I had no choice.

There was a single envelope on his desk. I washed my face, shampooed my hair, got dressed—but I just couldn't bring myself to wear pants.

The vibrator kept buzzing, with no sign of stopping.

`If my pants get wet, it'll be a disaster.`

I put on a skirt that reached my knees and took the bus to his office.

---

I collapsed onto the sofa. My body was weak from masturbating all morning.

But the vibrator kept buzzing—and my body was already responding again.

`Ah… Ah… No… no more…`

I tore off my clothes. Blouse, skirt—everything flew off.

This wasn't like me at all. I was always neat, always composed—the type who arrived at the office early, who never missed a deadline, who kept her desk immaculate. But none of that mattered now.

`Ugh… Ah… Ahhh…`

My pussy was soaked—completely drenched at some point.

`I just cleaned myself in the restroom earlier…`

I grabbed my own breasts, squeezing hard.

`Ah… Ah… Ahhh…`

Sitting on the sofa, eyes closed, hands kneading my chest—I couldn't take it anymore.

[Aaaah...]

Another climax. I'd lost count of how many times today.

I thought of my husband. I couldn't understand why he was doing this to me.

We'd married when I was twenty-seven. Now I was thirty-two—five years together. We had our own place, a two-bedroom apartment in a quiet residential area, and I'd been working in accounts receivable at the same company for six years now.

Since our honeymoon, we'd lived happily. No real problems. Our sex life was normal, just like any other couple.

On our first night, it was actually me—the one who still had her hymen—who had to guide him through his nervous fumbling.

[Honey, I'm sorry. I'll study up and do better next time.]

That's what he'd said, awkward and embarrassed, after our first time ended.

That was the man I knew. But lately… he'd started changing.

He'd begun enjoying sexual games like this one.

Just a few days ago, after sex, he'd said,

[Baby, I'm hungry.]

[Should I make you something?]

[Got anything tasty?]

[Nothing at home. I'll run to the convenience store.]

[It's cold. Wear this.]

As I stood up, he handed me a short fur coat—only reaching mid-thigh.

[Wear just that and go.]

It wasn't the dead of winter, but it was cold outside. And he wanted me to go out bare underneath, wearing only this short coat?

His eyes sparkled with playful mischief. I had no choice. I slipped it on and stepped out.

Outside, the cold air brushed directly against my bare pussy, sending chills all over my body.

I rushed back home, heart pounding.

He chuckled as he asked,

[Fun, wasn't it?]

[I… I don't know…]

He still had four or five hours before he'd return.

The vibrator kept buzzing. And my body was heating up again.