Chapter 3 — My Husband is a Pervert - Episode 1 (3)

I don't even remember how I made it out of the office building.

Now I'm standing at the bus stop, waiting.

My mind is numb. I can't think straight.

The only thing I feel is the vibrator pulsing powerfully inside my pussy.

Finally, the bus arrives. It's not crowded, but there are no seats left.

I stand beside a male student who's sitting down.

But I can't stay still. Not at all.

The thing writhing inside me is draining the strength from my legs, slowly, mercilessly.

As I shift uncomfortably, the student in front of me suddenly stands up.

"Um… please, take my seat."

He must think I'm in pain, that my legs are hurting.

Anyway, I try my best to sit down normally.

"Ah… thank you…"

But sitting down brings an even bigger problem.

Every time the bus bumps up and down, the vibrator plunges deeper into my pussy.

In and out, in and out—friction between my thighs, between the seat and my soaked sex, all sensations crashing into one.

If I keep going like this, my juices will spill over, soaking my skirt completely.

`Ah… no, I can't…`

I get off at the next stop.

The world spins. Dizziness overwhelms me.

I stumble into the nearest building, not even checking what it is.

Thankfully, there's a restroom.

I don't care about anything else—I rush inside.

I lift my skirt.

`Ah… ah… I can't take it anymore…`

The chastity belt is made of leather—some kind I don't recognize. I try cutting it with scissors, but it won't budge.

Anyway, I rub my pussy hard over the leather.

Thick, sticky juices drip down both sides of the opening, already soaking my fingers.

Not long after, I reach climax.

"Ah…"

A moan slips from my lips—soft, helpless.

Suddenly, I hate Daniel.

I don't understand why he's torturing me like this.

This morning. I woke up to a cold sensation—my lower body completely exposed.

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

"H-hey… what are you doing?"

Instinctively, I tried to close my legs.

"Stay still. I'll make it fun for you."

I froze at his words, at the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Too late.

He'd already inserted the vibrator into my pussy and locked me inside the chastity belt.

"Aah!! Hey, unlock it!!"

"Haha. Honey, I'll be home early today."

And just like that, he was gone—rushing out the door.

Yes. He'd planned everything perfectly.

At first, I thought it wouldn't be so bad.

I'd never used a vibrator before, and the chastity belt? Well, in a way, it felt like leather underwear.

But the moment I started moving—trying to clean the house—
a strange, electric sensation shot through my pussy, impossible to ignore.

'Uhh… ah… I can hold it… I can…'

I tried to resist. But I couldn't.

`Ah… ah…`

Eventually, I collapsed onto the floor, touching myself.

I couldn't reach the most sensitive spot—frustrated, I screamed, grabbing scissors to cut the belt, but whatever leather it was made of,
it wouldn't cut at all.

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

'Ah… ah… hhh…'