Chapter 1 – Chapter 001 Prologue

Episode 001 Prologue

My name is Minwoo Lee. He is 27 years old and is entering his second year of marriage. The marriage period is not yet long, but his wife, Yuna Kim, and childhood friends who have known each other since childhood, so it felt like a married couple who had lived for a long time rather than newlyweds.

From the time I was a toddler, I lived with my adoptive parents in a residential area lined with two-story detached houses. Having lived a well-to-do life with good parents, I was able to grow up to be a kind and bright child without wrinkles.

It was around the winter break before I went to third grade in elementary school. It was the weekend, so my parents were all resting, but it was unusually cold that day, so I couldn’t go out and had to stay at home. My family went out together every weekend, so I couldn’t stand the boredom, so I was pacing around the house and looking out the window.

It was then. A girl I had never seen around me caught my eye. Looking around her, the girl and I met eyes. I thought the girl looked so cute and pretty even at her young age.

Then, towards evening, I heard a ringing on the doorbell. A couple of men and women who seemed to be parents and a little girl visited our house to say hello that they had moved next door. The girl hid behind her parents and shyly greeted them. She was the same girl she had seen during the day.

This was the first meeting with Yuna’s family. From that day on, my family and Yuna’s family became close and formed a deeper relationship than relatives. There was a saying that a close neighbor is better than a distant relative, but my family and Yuna’s family were almost like one family.

My father and Yuna’s father, who were 5 years older, soon became older brothers and sisters. Both mothers, who were even the same age, became closer by becoming friends. It was the same in my relationship with Yuna.

Yuna was a year younger than me, but she was born in January, so she was in the same grade as me. It didn’t take long for them to become close like real sisters since they’re the same age and next door. My parents, who really wanted her daughter, also loved Yuna like her own daughter. Yuna’s parents, who had no boys, treated me as if they were her own son.

My mother, who had suddenly become ill since I was in the 6th grade of elementary school, passed away the day I entered middle school. Her mother and I were both traumatized by her mother’s departure. In addition, in our house where there were only two men, cleaning and preparing meals were difficult.

Sometimes Yuna’s mother came to take care of her, but since Yuna’s mother also has a job, she had some limitations. It was then that Yuna began to take time out to help us prepare meals and do the laundry.

Yuna, who was a year younger than me and was still only in middle school, showed off her great cooking skills in her own way, coming to my house every day and preparing breakfast for her. Thanks to her Yuna, the two men in our house were able to quickly overcome the pain of her mother’s departure.

As a result, her father became more fond of her and regarded her as her future daughter-in-law. Yuna’s parents also began to take care of her more carefully, considering her a future son-in-law as I got older little by little.

Yuna and I, who were still young, didn’t know about love between a man and a woman, but we took it for granted that we would always be together.

Even after graduating from middle school and entering the same high school, that mindset did not change. There were many friends around me, but Yuna and I never directly asked to date. But being together wasn’t awkward at all. No, it was rather strange not to be together.

“Honey. Are you ready?”

I was lost in memories for a while, but my wife’s voice brought me back to reality.

“Ah. It’s all over now. What about Yuna?”

“Yes. I’m done too. Honey.”

Her wife, Yuna, has been using her honorifics for me ever since she married me. At first, she didn’t let such honorific words make her feel awkward, but as her married life continued, she seemed to treat me as her husband, so it wasn’t bad.

I looked at her wife. Yuna was a striking beauty with her big eyes, high nose and soft jawline. On top of that, she is 168 cm tall, and her breasts are voluptuous with a D cup, but her shape is pretty, and her legs are slender. Was about

In addition to that, her good and obedient wife was excellent at cooking, which she had honed since childhood, and took care of the house. She was also very supportive of me, and although she had no children yet, she was a model of a so-called wise mother.

However, this wife also had one major flaw. She was right that she couldn’t say no to people and didn’t know how to refuse her request. I had a little of that tendency, but her wife had it too.

Because of this wife’s personality, I have experienced many things that normal women would not have to go through. Being molested on public transport was common, and I was even penetrated by other men right in front of my eyes.

I see such a wife and she at first also felt her jealousy, she was angry, but she began to feel unknown feelings with him. It was the excitement of watching her wife crumble and groan at the hands of her other man.

Her wife also noticed this tendency of me. And my obedient wife started to be embraced by other men according to my will to satisfy my sexual desire.

However, it was not a selfish act to satisfy only my sexual desire. Her wife also made her aroused through me watching her embraced by another man.

Today I decided to eat out to celebrate my birthday. Maybe that’s why the wife paid more attention to her appearance and looked more beautiful than usual.

She was wearing a short pink miniskirt that half exposed her thighs, which she did not normally wear, and a white blouse that emphasized her breasts.

After admiring her for a while, I stood up and pulled up her skirt. She was wearing a white T-shirt, probably to avoid exposing her undergarments over her thin mini skirt.

“Oh. Honey. Why are you like that?”

“To see if her underwear is pretty.”

She mixed with me countless times and opened her legs to other men in front of me many times, but she was still ashamed whenever I did this. It looked so cute and pretty to me.

I found the panties her wife was wearing were pretty and I liked her, but I pulled them down her thighs and took them off. Then he saw her wife’s smooth, well-groomed pubic hair. After all, no matter how pretty her panties were, they were nothing compared to no panties. I reached out and stroked her wife’s pubic hair once.

“Honey. The panties.. Why are you taking them off?”

“Let’s go out like this today.”

“..Yes.”

Since my wife hadn’t been with me for a day or two, she immediately knew my will and obeyed. Usually, most of the work is done according to my intention, so her wife was in a position to just follow, but at some point, her wife also started to enjoy it, so it was not a one-sided force.

I slipped her panties into her trouser pockets and slipped my fingers gently into her wet wife’s vagina. Then, as he pushed her finger into her vagina, her wife’s crotch was slowly getting wet.

I left the house with her moderately excited wife. And I moved my steps towards the Jaha subway station. Seeing me not going to the parking lot, her wife asked.

“Aren’t you going by car?”

“At this time, the car is blocked. Let’s go to the subway today after a long time. Is it right in front of you?”

My wife was wearing a shorter skirt than usual and her panties were also taken away from me. As a result, I was a little embarrassed when I said that I would use public transportation. Even when I took off my panties, I wouldn’t have paid much attention to it, thinking I would be traveling by car.

It was quite a burden from her wife’s point of view to ride the subway during peak hours in her short skirt and no panties at all. But the wife said nothing. My wife, who was usually submissive to me, and since today was my birthday, she did not go against my will.

“..All right.”

The subway station was a 10-minute walk from the house, and the restaurant, the destination, was 8 stops by subway. It was true that it was a Saturday evening, so the subway was faster considering the traffic jam and finding a spot to park.

As she walked towards the subway station, the eyes of the men passing by her caught her wife’s breasts and thighs. Looking at her like that, I felt excitement along with a little pride in her.

I arrived at the subway platform with her wife, who was constantly under the gaze of men. And soon the subway arrived and my wife and I got on the subway.

There were more passengers than expected, so there was no space to set foot. Having not used public transportation recently, I was a little frustrated with this complexity. Me and my wife managed to move to a corner seat and get a seat.

After two stops, when I arrived at the third stop, her wife tapped me on the back of my hand twice. This was a sign that her wife and I had met a molester.

I pretended not to know and looked at the man sitting close behind her wife. The man is around 50 years old. His head was half-naked and he was a rather stout-looking physique. Although the subway was crowded, he was awkwardly attached to his wife.

Her wife was in a corner seat, with me next to her and the man behind me, so her wife was completely surrounded by me and the man.

After one more stop, I could feel the man’s arm moving little by little, even to me right next to him. And the wife’s skirt, which half covered her thighs, was pulled up even more, leaving almost her thighs exposed.

It was clear what was going on between the man and his wife. And when I realized that, blood began to flow to my lower extremities.

I pretended not to be conscious as much as I could and watched the man’s movements. He could see the man’s hand moving inside his wife’s skirt.

My current wife was wearing no panties. Thus, the man’s hand inside the skirt would have touched his wife’s genitals.

Or is it just that? Perhaps he stuck a man’s thick finger into her wife’s hole? Just the thought of it made my dick completely erect.

Her wife’s forehead was dripping with sweat, and her breathing was a bit harsh. The movement of the man’s hand gradually increased. And my dick got so erect that it pierced my pants.

“Hey. To ride in such a crowded subway without even wearing panties…”

The man whispered in his wife’s ear in a very low voice. It was a voice that I could barely hear. When I heard that voice, my wife’s body trembled, and it was transmitted to me who was closely attached.

“How is it. I’m soaking wet here and I’m dying to do it. Do you want to get off at this station? I’ll show you heaven You bitch like a slut.”

Seeing his wife not resisting at all, the man gradually gained courage, and his tone of voice disappeared. If I stay on the sidelines like this, my wife will follow that man.

Of course, even if the wife is an introvert who cannot say no to others and cannot say no, she is usually not beaten by a molester she met on the subway.

My current wife was standing still because I was by her side. If she didn’t have me, she wouldn’t have said a word to the molester, but she would have quietly walked away.

This was a rule that my wife and I naturally thought of while spending a long time together. In front of me, I do not refuse, whether it be molestation or men’s tricks. And it was my role to stop it while looking at the situation and level.

So now, if I let her go, her wife will follow that vulgar pervert. And judging from the man’s disposition, he couldn’t be gentle with his wife. She will probably commit a mess.

Although that also excites me quite a bit, I basically won’t give my wife to a man who will hurt her. Of course, I had no intention of entrusting my wife to such a low-quality molester.

“Honey. What’s the matter? What’s going on?”

I spoke to her wife in a rather loud voice. At that moment, the man was greatly surprised and hastily pulled his hand out of his wife’s skirt. At that moment, the man’s fingers were wet and smeared with his wife’s love juice.

“It’s nothing.”

My wife answered me in a slightly trembling voice. I gently pulled her towards me and held her in her arms. Her wife’s body was shaking slightly. I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or fear.

The man hurriedly got off at the next station. My wife and I also moved toward the entrance because the next stop was our destination.

I arrived at my destination, the station, and moved to the escalator. I put her wife in front of me first. It was also to be considerate of her wife, whose skirt was short, but more than that, she wanted to see her wife’s condition.

As I expected, her wife, who had been aroused by the man’s hand, had her love juice running down her thighs. Her wife tried to hide it as much as possible by sticking her thighs together, but she couldn’t hide all of her love juice that flowed out more than she thought.

I am now happily married to her wife. The same goes for her wife. Her obedient wife obeyed my wishes, and I loved her too. The two of us had never fought before.

However, the relationship between me and my wife has not always been smooth, and even now it cannot be said to be normal. My castle wall is also a castle wall, but my wife’s personality is too weak, so many men and women came in and out between me and her wife.

Why did the relationship between me and my wife, who had been childhood friends and spent time together normally, get married, have children, and live in five years?

I thought as I watched her juice dripping down her thighs. The very beginning of all these things. It started the day my wife and I graduated from high school.