Chapter 124 – Even Walking Draws Attention
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We stepped outside, but going to the big supermarket nearby like this risked being recognized. Things could easily spiral out of control.
"Apple??"
"Yes~♥"
So, we drove to a neighborhood farther away.
Ajumma sat in the passenger seat, feeding me an apple she had prepared earlier. She was playing the supportive wife perfectly.
'Being like this, it really feels like we're a couple.'
By appearance, Ajumma looked only three or four years older than me. It wouldn't be strange if people mistook us for a married couple.
"Hehe♥ Being like this feels like a dream."
"…..I'll do it often from now on."
"Thank you, my dear husband♥"
To me, she was usually just a sexy, masochistic whore who rarely showed her struggles or loneliness.
I didn't know, but after work, Ajumma returned to her house, where she lived alone every day. She must be lonely.
'If Ajumma lived with us… then I should introduce her to Yeonji and Yeonhee soon.'
Because of Yeonhee's situation, it was a bit late to tell Yeonji about my relationship with Ajumma.
But I planned to tell them both at the same time. Soon, Ajumma would also meet Yeonhee and Yeonji as a woman.
'This is more exciting than I thought…'
The thought of the ajumma she had known since childhood being trained as a masochistic female slave alongside them naturally makes my lower body hard.
"Oh my♥ It seems my dear husband is still not satisfied♥"
The ajumma smiles and strokes my hard-again dick, bulging above my pants, after imagining it.
"It seems my dear husband is in pain, so I'll relieve you with my wife's pussy."
"Yeah, you're only good for that, you useless bitch."
"Haaah♥…..Yes, my dear husband♥k♥"
She was delighted by my insults, but she didn't stop unzipping my pants and taking out my dick.
She wasn't quite at my mother-in-law's level, but she opened my pants incredibly quickly.
"My dear husband's dick….Slurp♥ Chooop♥….It's bigger because we're outside♥"
"That's because you bitch keep making my dick angry!"
Squeeze…
"Haaap♥ I'm sorry♥ Haaang♥"
When the light turned red, I immediately grabbed her big ass. She kept apologizing, but she didn't stop wiggling her ass to seduce me.
Doomchick doomchick doomchick doomchick
As I was enjoying the feel of her ass while receiving the blowjob, loud music suddenly blared from the next lane.
I turned to look and saw what seemed to be a modified car—more flashy than functional. It wasn't even a real sports car.
"Oppa!! Turn the volume up more!"
"Okay, kyaaaaaaah!!!!!"
It seemed they had long abandoned any sense of shame. The couple was blasting music, completely disregarding the noise they were causing.
'I feel like I've seen them somewhere before…'
They looked familiar. I couldn't immediately place them, but there was something recognizable about them.
'That kind of nuisance… and a girlfriend with a plain face… Ah!'
It hit me. They were the same annoying couple I had seen during a department store date with my mother-in-law.
The woman beside him might be someone new, or maybe the same person with a different look. Either way, her presence still had the uncanny ability to kill my mood with just a glance.
"Heh."
Just like before, the guy—nuisance thug number one—grinned at me through my slightly open window, as if he had won something.
He placed his hand on his girlfriend's shoulder in a showy gesture, clearly trying to provoke me.
But I wasn't jealous in the least. Still, his smug expression annoyed me.
"Slurp♥…..My dear husband?"
The ajumma who was sucking my dick turned her head and looked at Thug and his girlfriend. She smiled as if she had quickly understood the situation.
"They're showing off like that… Let's do it too♥"
"Yeah… I should definitely show off when I have a wife like this."
"Yes♥"
Without hesitation, the ajumma reached out and rolled down the window. I could feel the shift in Thug's expression as his eyes slowly widened in disbelief.
"Y-y-you are…??!!"
He seemed to recognize me when the window was only halfway down. His face turned red with embarrassment. And once the window was completely open, the ajumma came into full view beside me while sucking my dick.
Her presence clearly shocked him.
"Slurp♥ Chooop♥ Slurp♥ Lick♥"
Even though the window was wide open, the ajumma didn't care. She kept sucking my dick while the thug couple were silent and staring at us.
They were clearly intimidated by the ajumma, a woman of a different level. His girlfriend's eyes shook greatly while the thug couldn't take his eyes off her tits and ass.
"Puhaha♥…..Oh my, hello♥"
"Ah, hello….gulp…"
The ajumma turned her head and greeted them, acting as if she didn't know anything.
There was a bit of saliva and percum at the corner of her lips, which only added to her lewd appearance. The thug couldn't help but stare, swallowing hard as he compared her looks and body to his girlfriend's. The ajumma was clearly more attractive in his eyes.
"If you keep staring like that, your girlfriend might feel sorry for herself."
"Huh? Oh… that's not…"
The ajumma gave a smug smile, fully aware that her feminine charm far outshone the thug's girlfriend. She glanced at the girl with a sense of victory, but the girlfriend had no words to defend herself.
'He's looking too much… and that woman knows it too…'
The thug kept staring at the ajumma, while girlfriend had her eyes fixed on my dick. Their gazes made me feel uneasy.
"Keep going."
"Yes, my dear husband♥"
At my command, Ajumma immediately started servicing my dick again. When the light changed, I rolled up the window and drove off.
– Oppa! Stop looking at that woman…
– You're the one staring at his dick....
I could hear the thug couple arguing behind us, their voices louder than the music. But I chose to ignore them, enjoying my moment of victory as the ajumma kissed me all the way to the supermarket.
When I parked the car in the outdoor lot and stepped out, the ajumma instantly caught everyone's attention.
Even in normal clothes, her large chest was enough to turn heads. But today, she was wearing a see-through dress that accentuated her sexy body, making it inevitable that people would stare.
"Let's go."
"Yes, my dear husband♥"
She clung to me like a devoted wife, calling me "my dear husband" again as she linked arms with me.
I walked confidently, receiving looks of jealousy, envy, and surprise from the men around us.
"You all know they are all looking at your perverted body, right?"
"Yes♥"
The ajumma also seemed excited by the gazes of other men. She had a small smile on her lips, and I could see her nipples getting harder and more prominent as I looked at her from the side.
To others, she looked like a busty married woman walking around in a lewd outfit because of her husband's training.
Squeeze…
"Aahhh♥"
As I casually massaged her big ass while walking, the gazes of the males increased even more.
Some women glanced our way too, but most of the attention came from men. They were drawn to the ajumma, who radiated an intensely lewd aura. If I hadn't been by her side, they probably would've all tried to approach her.
"Alright, you need to make it clear to the other men that you are my wife… or I'll leave you here."
"Haa…♥ Yes, please don't abandon me."
The men who came to the café were mostly those who had just reached adulthood. They were still inexperienced, unsure of how to approach women. In contrast, the men here were mature adults. They understood women well and knew how to appreciate their presence.
If I left her alone in a place like this, it was possible that she could really be forcibly fucked.
Of course, that wouldn't happen. However, the idea of being abandoned was even more intense for the submissive, masochistic ajumma. She began showing other males who she truly belonged to.
"My dear husband♥"
Wiggle...Wiggle...Wiggle...Wiggle...
Ajumma opened her mouth loudly so that everyone could hear her. She wiggled the arm I was holding her with and rubbed her tits against my arm even more. Then, she started speaking while acting cute.
"I'll make lots of your favorite dishes today, my dear husband… ♥And in the end, I'll let you enjoy me the most, just the way you like. ♥ So please, prepare me well."
The words sounded like something a sweet newlywed couple might say, but the meaning behind them was clearly R-18, sparking vivid imaginations in those who overheard.
"Kuh…"
"Ugh….."
"Oppa, what's wrong?"
"Tsk!"
Some men who heard the ajumma's words suddenly bent forward and pressed their crotches with their hands. Their girlfriends, not knowing what was happening, looked flustered.
"Good job… I'll cook you a lot tonight as you wished, so don't think you can beg me to stop halfway."
"Haaah♥…..Yes♥"
Ajumma was even more excited by what I just said. She was trembling and expressing her joy.
I had briefly fucked her before leaving, but tonight, as her dominant husband, I plan to fuck her more miserably and humiliatingly while shaming her.
First, I went to the supermarket to show off my wife to other men and heat up her body. So far, it's been effective. Then we went inside to buy what we needed and enjoy what we wanted. I massaged her ass, but...
"Hey!! you, stop right there."
"...Me?"
"Yeah, you."
A man with a serious, righteous expression grabbed my shoulder and glared at me.
"You… you're a sexual harasser, aren't you?"
I froze in place, stunned by his confident accusation.
'What is this all about?'
It felt completely absurd.