Chapter 2 — My Wife Is My Cruel Master - Part 1 (2)

Slurp… smooch…

Their mouths twisted together in a lewd, writhing tangle of tongues.

James Park, the white American man, thrust his tongue deep into my wife’s mouth, and she welcomed it—eagerly, joyfully, as if it were a gift from the gods.

When had she ever kissed me like that? When had she ever looked at me with that kind of fire?

Mmm… ahh…

The soft moans escaping through her nose betrayed just how much she was enjoying this.

I felt like I was going insane. Rage burned through me, white-hot and blinding. I wanted to kill her. I wanted to tear them both apart.

My wife—my own wife—had tied me up, helpless, immobile, and now she was indulging in passion with another man right in front of me. Any man with blood in his veins would want to slaughter them both where they stood.

But—strangely, unnervingly—amid this storm of fury and pain, my own cock stood rigid, fully erect.

That was completely unexpected.

Now, looking back, I’ll admit something I never thought I could: I truly loved my wife.

I loved her so deeply that when I found out she was having an affair with her daughter’s English tutor, I still accepted it.

At the time, she had declared with chilling confidence that if she had to choose between breaking up with James Park or divorcing me, she would choose to leave me.

But she added—almost as an afterthought—that she’d prefer it if I could just accept James Park instead.

She knew, she said, that her relationship with James Park wouldn’t last forever. Whether by her own will or outside pressure, she would eventually return to our family. All I had to do was wait.

It wasn’t a plea. It wasn’t even a request. It was a command.

And tragically, after days of torment and sleepless nights, I had no choice but to accept my wife’s infidelity.

I wanted to preserve our family. And truthfully, I didn’t know if I could live without her.

Better to have half of her than lose her completely.

And hadn’t she promised she’d come back someday?

I didn’t know when that someday would be, but I decided to believe her—just believe her, and wait.

After that, she even introduced me to James Park.

I still don’t know if she was just thoughtless, or if she genuinely believed introducing him would ease my mind. Either way, she did it.

And my first impression of James Park? Terrible.

He was the stereotypical sleazy white American English teacher—the kind who preys on Korean women. Smug, cocky, and oozing false charm.

But my wife? She completely forgot she was a married woman. She treated him like a prince on a white horse, worshipping him, wanting to serve him with her whole heart.

Slowly, she began spending more and more time away from home. Sometimes, I’d come back and sense the presence of another man—someone who wasn’t me.

The only small mercy? She didn’t completely neglect the house.

She’d always been a working wife, matching me income for income. Fashionable, modern, open-minded.

And one of the things I’d always loved about her was how perfectly she balanced work and home. She never let the house fall apart.

Sure, after she started seeing James Park, she’d let a few things slide—but not enough to make it obvious.

I was grateful for that. I clung to that sliver of hope, and that’s how I ended up here—tied to a chair, watching the woman I love betray me.

But now? Now she was going even further. Pushing me deeper into agony, as if only then would she be satisfied.

They were still kissing, but now their hands were moving—undressing each other.

Not that they were wearing much to begin with.

My wife in nothing but a sheer, seductive slip. James Park in just a pair of underwear.

Her slip was pulled off by his thick, dark-haired hands, revealing her dazzlingly pale, voluptuous body.

She’d been slender in her youth—back when she was still a virgin. But after giving birth, she’d gained a little weight.

But it wasn’t unattractive. Not at all. If anything, she’d become even more sensual, more mature—radiating a quiet, intoxicating allure.

If someone forced me to choose between my wife before she gained weight and the woman she is now? Without hesitation, I’d pick her as she is today.

For a brief moment, I forgot my own helplessness, lost in the sight of her body.

And in that moment, my wife reached down and pulled off James Park’s underwear.

James Park lifted his hips slightly, helping her slide them down.

Thwip!

As the underwear dropped, his fully erect, thick white cock sprang out like a coiled spring—large, heavy, unmistakably proud.

It stood rigid, twitching toward the ceiling, waiting hungrily for her touch.

The moment my wife saw it, a soft, serene smile curled at the corners of her lips.

Without hesitation, she lowered her head.

And then—her mouth engulfed him, deep and unflinching.